DUMBLEDORES' JOURNEY

DISCLAIMER: I am not JKR. If I was Dumbledore would not be gay! (or dead for that matter)

September 2, 1953

Minerva Guinevere McGonagall sighed for the umpteenth time at her friends Rolanda and Poppy. The three were sitting at the breakfast table and Poppy was rambling on about the new Transfiguration professor.

"I tell you Minerva, he can't be more than ten years older than us and he's sooo handsome! One look into his eyes and you'll melt!"

Minerva asked, "When did you see him? He wasn't at the Sorting Ceremony last night and he's not here at breakfast."

"I ran into him in the hall. He is simply dreamy!"

Rolanda intervened, "You don't even know his name, Poppy!"

"Well I for one am not going to be caught up in all of this nonsense!" Minerva exclaimed.

Poppy sputtered, "You don't have to be so perfect, Minny. I mean, you're the head girl and all, but just relax!

At that moment, the bell rang and all further retorts from Minerva were silenced.

Minerva hurried to her last class, Transfigurations. As much as she had tried to deny it, Minerva was curious about the professor and arrived 10 minutes early to class. The professor was faced the other way as she found a seat towards the back of the room. He turned around and as she looked into his twinkling eyes, she was transfixed.

Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was an optimist, but even he would admit to not having the best of days. Teenage girls had been fawning over him throughout all of his classes.

But the moment Minerva McGonagall walked through the door, everything changed. She was a pretty girl, he had noticed, as she waltzed through the door. Her wavy ebony hair went to her waist, and her green eyes shone like emeralds.

When he turned around, that one brief moment when their eyes met, they both knew that they had a connection, an unspoken attraction, that would last throughout their lives.

May 22, 1954

It was mere weeks before the year ended, and Minerva knew that she had to make her move. She had asked if Professor Dumbledore could teach her more about Transfiguration partially because she truly was interested in the subject, but mostly because she wanted to get to know him better. So, over the year they had held weekly sessions in his classroom. It was in here, in late May, that Minerva McGonagall made her move.

"Professor," she said in a shaky voice, "You know just as well as I that we have had a certain attraction to each other."

He nodded.

"And I am graduating soon, so I was thinking that we could further our relationship."

She was stopped by Albus who said, "Minerva, I want this just as bad as you, but I am 27 and you are barley 18. Are you sure this is what you want?"

She didn't even need to answer. Minerva just lept into his arms.

This was the start of their journey.