Minerva paced steadily around her office, back and forth, her hand scratching her chin, her mind was miles away. Dumbledore’s mission for her had brought back a whirl full of memories of him, some were pleasant others were dark and twisted just as he is. Had she known then, what he would become? More thoughts flooded her memory as she sat down upon her arm chair gazing into the fire light. ‘No,’ she thought, ‘I had no idea of the monster he would become.’