Albus Dumbledore paced around his study. There was a knock at the door and Minerva McGonagall entered. "You wanted to see me Albus?" Dumbledore nodded his head. "Yes, come in, quickly please." He walked over to the door and shut the door as soon as Minerva entered. Professor McGonagall found Dumbledore's behavior odd. He seemed rather uptight instead of his usual serene self. "I've seen that Potter is in bed Professor. Mr. Weasley is looking after him. Potter seems pretty calm after everything that he's been through tonight." Dumbledore nodded absentmindedly. Professor McGonagall realized that something else was going on. "What is this about Albus?" she asked, not able to keep the worry out of her voice. He muttered something that sounded like "Should've worked by now.." He sent a worried glance over Minerva's shoulder before starting to pace again. The transfiguration teacher turned around to see what he'd glanced at. When she saw what was behind her she let out a small gasp. "Albus.." A large medal, medical table was in the center of the room. A young woman with long blonde hair laid there unmoving. "Is that…" Professor McGonagall trailed off, unable to finish her sentence. Albus Dumbledore nodded his head. "But…why? After all this time…" McGonagall shook her head. The Headmaster sat down behind his desk and sighed heavily. "It wasn't the right time," he said simply. "And now is?" she asked, raising her voice slightly. He nodded again. "Now, it is." McGonagall sighed, admitting defeat. She knew she wouldn't get any further explanation from Dumbledore, not now at least. "No one else can know," he said after a moment. "Not yet. We need to keep this a secret." Minerva nodded her head, letting Albus know that she'd keep his secret. "Thank you Minerva." Across the room, the girl on the table began to cough.