A few years after the Second Wizarding War, the Hogwarts castle was rebuilt and Minerva McGonagall was appointed Headmistress. Lacking a few companions, Minerva was left a lonely old woman. A lonely old woman who, instead of adopting multiple cats like any normal old woman would do, she adopted a little baby girl, a baby girl that was named, Eleanor. Eleanor McGonagall was properly raised. She was bright, she was a proper lady, she loved books and she loved the biscuits her mother would give her whenever she did something good, even more. And of course, she was a witch. Eleanor McGonagall was almost exactly like her mother. At eleven years old, little Eleanor was soon sent to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Where she would be sorted into the house her mother had almost gotten sorted into, and of course, where she would meet James Sirius Potter. The son of the boy who lived. The boy who's reason for everything was YOLO.