On the first of september 2015, Minerva Mcgonagall celebrated sixty years as a teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That night there was a feast in her honor; the entire school faculty and students coming together to celebrate her and her accomplishments not only as a teacher; but as a headmistress, role model, and fighter.
That night too, after the feast, Minerva sat alone in her private chambers, the same chambers she had sixty years ago. She didn’t want to change to the headmaster’s private chambers after Dumbledore passed; she loved hers too much.
For the first time in a long time she thought about Dougal Mcgregor. If they had had a child during the brief time they dated, that child would be a sixty year old man or woman. But Minerva didn’t think her life would be all that different otherwise if she and Dougal had created a family. She would still teach and live at Hogwarts, she would still visit her brothers once a year during the summer holidays, and she would still be celebrating a long career; only that she would have two more people in her family.
Minerva’s family was old and new and constantly growing. Her family had people she never got along with and people who had become her closests friends, but they were all still her family. Her family had had good times and tragic times too. Her family had moved away from their house and sometimes they would come back. Her family had died and she had mourned every single one of them. But her family had brought new small family members too, and she had seen, and taught, and scolded them all. Her family was so large she didn’t even knew the exact number of people in it.
For Minerva, that night part of her family wasn’t celebrating her. They were celebrating each other; the current, past, and future members.
Minerva Mcgonagall had the largest family in the wizarding and muggle world.