I own nothing, which is unfortunate. The Harry Potter universe and everything inside it belongs to J.K.Rowling.

Rating: PG-13

AN: Welcome one and all to another insomnia driven story. The caffine finally got to me and this is what pops into my head. Hope you like it.

Fairy Tales Can Come True

Chapter 1

It was a bright sunny day in May, and the birds were singing. It was the sort of day where a person could sit all day next to the lake under the shade of a tree and be utterly content. However, unfortunately for the students, and one teacher of Hogwarts, no one was; they were all inside attending classes, and studying for exams in an attempt to prepare for the end of term.

Minerva McGonagall was walking around her classroom observing the students progress. They had just started on animal to table transformations, and Minerva was slightly nervous about one particular student. This was the class with Neville Longbottom. The boy was a dear, but how he ever managed to survive childhood was beyond her. She had stopped next to the full length window facing the lake, and couldn't help but let her mind wander back to her own school days for a moment. As she turned back toward the class Minerva's concern was increased as she saw Neville waving his wand over his rabbit in a most unorthodox manner. Transformations of this level were dangerous with the best of students.

She began to striding toward him, pulling out her wand in the process; it never bode well to approach the boy without one. Filius learned that lesson the hard way. He was still pulling feathers from his hair after that unfortunate pillow charm. Neville was still mumbling under his breath as his wand moved, a look of complete concentration on his face. She was only a few feet from his table when she spoke up. "Mr. Longbottom stop. Your wand technique is off; you could hurt your rabbit." Minerva noticed the transfiguration classroom went slightly darker as Neville continued speaking through her admonishment. Neville startled, looked up from his rabbit, but his wand came up also, and chose that very moment to emit a red flash. The last thing the class heard was the panicked voice of their transfiguration professor, and it was a sound none of them would ever forget. "Neville, no!!"

It took only a moment for the red flash to dissipate, and what was left stunned the entire class. Minerva was laying in a heap on the ground, motionless. No one moved for what felt like an eternity; they all sat staring at the prone body of their professor. It only took a second for all hell to break loose. Hermione Granger ran forward and knelt next to her favorite professor.

"Professor McGonagall? Professor wake up," she said as she rolled Minerva onto her back, shaking her. She looked up at the rest of the students who were watching her actions with interest. "Someone go get help. Hurry!"

Harry and Ron ran forward and were running through all of the resuscitation spells they knew as Seamus hurried out of the door to the hospital wing. Seamus was half way to the infirmary when Albus Dumbledore came into view, heading in the direction of the owlry. Albus looked up, and was surprised to see Mr. Finnigan running toward him. Albus put his hand up in an attempt to get the boys attention.

"Slow down Mr. Finnigan, we don't want any accidents."

Seamus just stopped in front of him panting, a stitch forming in his side. "Sir..McGonagall.. Neville..flash..she's on the floor."

By the end of Seamus' pants Albus was beside himself with worry, and his world stopped. Something was wrong with Minerva. He had to get to her. Albus just looked back at Seamus as he started running toward the transfiguration classroom. He pointed in the direction of the infirmary. AGo! was all he got out before Seamus was on his way again.

Albus ran through the various corridors, the only sound heard was the beating of his shoes against the stone floors. "What could have happened? I hope she's alright. Maybe it was just a small accident and the students over reacted."

By the time Albus reached the classroom he had convinced himself she would be standing in the middle of the room teaching, as she should be, the sun shining of her dark hair. The scene that met his eyes as he opened the door told him he had been very, very wrong.