After graduating from Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall was offered a position at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic. She returned to her family’s manse in Scotland to spend one last summer with her family before moving to London.
During these months Minerva, aged eighteen, met Dougal McGregor, a local Muggle, who was the handsome, clever and funny son of a local farmer. Minerva fell head-over-heels in love with McGregor. The two got to know each other, and eventually McGregor proposed to Minerva on a ploughed field and she accepted his offer. That night, she was unable to tell her parents of her engagement. Thinking about her future, Minerva realised that wedding a Muggle who did not know that she was a witch would mean Minerva would follow her mother’s footsteps and live unhappily with her wand locked away, shredding all of her ambitions. Early next morning, Minerva went to tell McGregor she had changed her mind, and could not marry him, aware that if she broke the International Statute of Secrecy and told him why, she would lose the job at the Ministry for which she was giving him up. She could give him no good reason for her change of heart. She left McGregor devastated and left for London three days later.
He sent her several letters trying to win her back, but with no success. He would later marry a Muggle woman who was the daughter of another local farmer.
Dougal McGregor was murdered in a random anti-Muggle attack by the Death Eaters during the height of the First Wizarding War in the 1970s, along with his wife and children. News of these events were a terrible blow to Minerva, who wondered if she could have been able to save him if she had married him.
(Fantastic Beasts) Imagine Dougal taking care of you because he knows that you’re pregnant
Newt was someone who was always kind of
concerned. As soon as one of his babies sneezed he was alarmed and if you
wouldn’t tell him to go to bed, he would stay at their bedside the whole night,
making sure it wouldn’t die. Okay, maybe that was a little exaggerated but he
still was usually a very concerned person. And recently one of his babies
Dougal had started sneaking out of the case
occasionally and did things for you, like grabbing heavy things and starting
carrying for you…or least he tried if it was too heavy for himself, or he
actually started to gather food. Sometimes in the mornings there was a pile of
fruits on your nightstand.
You and Newt had absolutely no idea where
this behaviour was coming from, since Dougal didn’t normally cuddle to your
side in bed…or ever comes to bed with you at all…head on your stomach. Like he
wanted to listen to something. Newt was lying beside you two, watching the
Demiguise confused. “I don’t understand this. He never acted this way before”
Newt furrowed his brows as Dougal grabbed his hand and put it on your stomach.
He came a little closer to you, cuddling you from your other side, figuring
that was what Dougal wanted from him. “This is so unlike him” Newt mumbled and
kissed your forehead.
Then you remembered something. “Newt…he
acted like this before. Once” Newt obviously tried to remember the situation. “Remember
when we took care of that female Niffler once? That one that was…pregnant” Your
face froze as you talked and you realized what was actually happening. Newt
didn’t seem to understand until a minute later, when his face told you he came
to the right conclusion. He looked down at his hand on your stomach.
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Okay I finally managed to write this request…I’m very sorry for the long wait. I think it’s from December o.o
So I got the Wayne Barlowe art book “The Alien Life of Wayne Barlowe” last Christmas and finally read through it and I was not expecting to discover that Dougal Dixon’s “Man After Man” stole from Barlowe.
“The next morning as I watched them pack, I saw the men in a different light. Not criminals, but rebels. I wished I could tell them that they were on the losing side of history, that it was all a pipe dream. The Stuarts would never unseat the protestant King George II, but how could I tell them that, these proud, passionate men who lived and breathed for a flag of blue and white?”