I mean the jokes of Professor McGonagall screaming and//or retiring ‘today’ September 1st, 2015) because she sees that a boy is named James Sirius Potter are funny and all but…
Are you telling me that Professor Minerva BAMF McGonagall wouldn’t already know what the name of Harry Potter’s first child?
Are you telling me that Professor McGonagall wouldn’t essentially be the godmother of Harry’s first child?
Are you telling me that Professor McGonagall wouldn’t be in St. Mungo’s on the day that he’s born and is one of the first ones to hold him?
Are you telling me that Professor McGonagall wouldn’t transform into a cat and wrap herself around this baby, not even flinching when the baby grabs tufts of fur or drools all over her head?
Are you telling me that Professor McGonagall wouldn’t stop over every Sunday for brunch with Harry, Ginny, and James II?
Are you telling me that Professor McGonagall wouldn’t bring a ton of sweets and small toys for a delighted James II?
Are you telling me that Professor McGonagall wouldn’t buy James II his first broomstick, just as she had done with his father?
Are you telling me that Professor McGonagall wouldn’t babysit James II and tell him all sorts of stories about how much trouble his father and grandfather got into?
Are you telling me that Professor McGonagall wouldn’t be in this child’s life as if she was his godmother/grandmother because she never did have a chance to raise Harry (it was one of her greatest regrets) but she’ll be damned if she’s going to miss out on raising this child (As well as Albus and Lily)?
Because if you’re telling me all of this then I’m not listening!
Because these mental images are just too great!