Experiencing Love.

"I called you to my office today, Harry, for something quite important," Dumbledore got up from seat and walked around to the front of his desk, he placed his hand to rest on Harry's shoulder, "I want to show you a memory, Harry. This is by far my most treasured, and yet, it is the most secret. I trust you will not speak of this one to anyone, Harry." Dumbledore tilted his head downwards, peering over his crescent glasses.

"You have my word, professor." Wonder what on earth it could be, Harry thought. Professor Dumbledore was about to show Harry something very personal. He could trust harry though, he knew once he saw it, he would understand why it must be kept a secret. He wanted to share everything with Harry, he would eventually show him all of his memories he's kept dear to him. But, this one particular memory, didn't just involve him. It took some convincing to even allow Professor Dumbledore to show Harry this memory, and some convincing for the other person involved accompanying them in remembering.

"I will see you in my chambers after curfew, Harry. I will give you a personal note stating that I am allowing you to be out of bed."

"All right Professor Dumbledore. Thank you, I'll see you then.

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"I can assure you, he will be mature, confined, and appreciate the situation. I've told him to come to my chambers later on tonight to show him. But if you wish me not to do so, I give you my word I will not. If you allow me to proceed, then I would like to ask you to accompany us in remembering." His voice was sincere.

"Albus," her hand came up to the rims of her glasses, lowering them so her eyes were just looking above them, "do you really think he would appreciate it? I mean really, how a boy could appreciate such a memory, is well, I don't know, it just seems that, at that age you would think he would get more…excited, than appreciative. It's absolutely ridiculous you wanting to show him this. It is our memory, and ours to keep. No one has seen it, and no one shall. Now, you must give me your word and tell me you are not going to show him." The tone of voice she was using was the tone she would discipline her students with. That glare, oh that glare! She was a woman of principle, always well put together, always discreet. The way her hair was wrapped in a bun at the top of her head so perfectly, the way her witch's hat was placed so exact atop of it, the way her robes loosely hung on her body draping down to the floor. Yes, Minerva McGonagall was always put together.

"Minerva, remember of whom we're speaking of. This is not any student, this is Harry; a boy that has appreciated everything that has ever been given, shown, or done for him. A boy that has looked for love his derelict family did not show him over many years. This is Harry, Minerva. I want to share with him my life. I want him to see all of the memories I've kept dear to me over the years. I want him to know love, to see it." He was going in for the kill now; this was sure to get her, "After all, all great Gryffindor's deserve to experience love, don't you think?" His voice was suggestive.

She gently folded her hands, placing them on top of her desk. She was silent for what felt like centuries to Albus. Promptly bringing her hand up to her glasses, she removed them, "You say you've talked to him about it already?" Ha-ha! He knew that last bit would do her in! Minerva McGonagall, being head of Gryffindor house would agree to anything if it simply involved a Gryffindor, but if she is being difficult, you simply complement Gryffindor and, viola! She agrees.

"Yes, I've already explained to him that this is my most adored memory, and most secretive. He must speak of it to no one. He already gave me his word, Minerva."

She folded her hands once more, taking the same spot as before on her desk, "…and, is it… the whole memory?"

"I'm afraid so my dear."

"Oh god," she remembers that night very well. She had also kept that memory, often looking at it. The beginning of it was perfectly fine, the middle was passionate, the end was adorable. It was the middle she was worried about, "Albus, is there any way of skipping the___" she was cut off.

"___I'm afraid not my dear. Once in the memory, you must view the whole thing. I promise you Harry's behavior will be far from ludicrous, Minerva."

"I suppose you're right. Go ahead show him then. But I will NOT be accompanying you; I couldn't bear to be there."

"Minerva. Come now, you must be there. Like you said before, 'it is OUR memory.'"

"Oh, don't take my own words and use them against me, Albus! I'm not coming with you."

"Minerva, please."

"No Albus!"

He lowered his glasses, and peered over his crescent glasses, as he did with Harry as he was talking to him. Only this time, his expression was yearning, not harsh. That twinkle in his eye, like the sun glistening on the ocean.

He knew she could never resist his miserable expression, "…Minerva, please. I wish of you to be there."

One look into those crystal eyes, and she was that love struck school girl again, "If I must." She said flatly, covering her emotions.