A/N: This Story takes place in the same story line as my other story "Harry Potter and the very different Sixth Year" and will focus on snippets from Minerva and Albus' life together. This story will start out as a sort of Prequel to my other story, but will probably go beyond what I have planed for "Harry Potter and the very different Sixth Year" in the end. I've been thinking about writing a story about Albus and Minerva for some time now. Nevertheless special thanks for this story goes to minnie313 who (with her Review) gave me the necessary encouragement to pursue this idea.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his world do not belong to me but the wonderful J.K. Rowling!
Professor and student
Minerva McGonagall was a bright student – there was no way anyone could deny this: top in nearly all of her classes, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Prefect and Head Girl … the Seventh Year was surely a force to be reckoned with.
Albus Dumbledore sighed as he watched his star pupil walk away her long, dark hair moving in tune with her steps. She was probably the brightest witch he had ever had the pleasure to teach - and that was to say something. After all he had been at Hogwarts for what … nearly twenty years now. He could still remember clearly when he had first met Minerva. Back then she'd only been a small First Year with two pigtails and bright intelligent green eyes that even back then betrayed her eagerness to prove herself. Ever since that first Transfiguration lesson where Minerva had made the task of transfiguring a toothpick into a needle look entirely too simple, she'd become some sort of protégée of him and under his tutelage he'd seen her grow up into beautiful young woman – entirely too beautiful maybe.
Albus sighed as he finally tore his gaze from the retreating form of his favourite student. "You know she could be your daughter, no, granddaughter even." he silently chastised himself.
At the corner of the Transfiguration corridor the dark-haired girl turned around once more and sighed before leaning against the cold stone wall for a moment.
Yes, these Animagus lessons with Professor Dumbledore were in fact very tiring – both physically and emotionally, but if she were honest with herself that was not what made her heart hammer in her chest or her knees feel all weak.
"Get a grip on yourself, McGonagall!" she silently told herself "he's after all not only more than twice your age, but also your Professor." With a sigh Minerva stood up straight again before turning towards the stairs. Poppy and Ro were surely already waiting for her in the Common Room.