A/N:leave comments please, critics make the work improve. Harry potter seething and characters aren't my property, they belong to JK Rowling.

To say that he was nervous of what he was about to do was a gross understament. Carrying the box that contained the evidence he made his way to the new headmaster…or he would have done if he could get his way around the darn stairs that keep changing. After fighting his way up to the closest place that he could be to the office he stopped and looked at the box that he had in his hands. This was point of no return, he could bolt and never speak of this again. He could simply keep it safe in his house and ignore it…opening it to see the picture of the photographer with his 'Model' he faced the final step. Entering the office felt weird. There was no longer any of the trinkets that made sounds or give vapors, the portraits were still in place and there in place was the portrait of the old headmaster who looked at him greatly amused. He wondered if he knew….

"Is good to see you harry, if you are looking for Professor McGonagall I fear she is absent…but I think she will come back in a couple of minutes…there is candy in that jar, top shelf on the left", he finished with a twinkle in his eye.

"Is good to see you to…I didn't know that Prof. McGonagall like candy…", he said walking to the jar and grabbing some of the candy inside….as he guessed, lemon drops.

"Dear McGonagall…no she doesn't"

"Then how?'', asked confused by the revelation.

"I had some hidden places for the candy, poor McGonagall had found seven of my hidden places for candy", he said as a matter of fact.

"Found seven? There are more of this!"

"About…42 more maybe, I think if the raid that she did yesterday from her desk was any indication…as a matter of fact I do miss the taste of candy, but what can be done", he said with a shrug.

Harry decided not to question about why he will need so much candy. As he walked around the room he settled himself in a couch close to the portrait of Albus Dumbledore, he thought that maybe he could ask for some kind of advice of this particular problem. Sighing he put the box in his lap and looked at the portrait that looked at him…he was waiting for him to talk first. Carefully thinking of what he should say to expose the "situation". He finally come up with some words that hoped, sounded better that what they sounded in his head.

"hum…professor, I have a problem", that was truly novel worthy…he thought for himself, six years of Howards education and a total of more knowing Albus and that was the best.

"Is something to do with that box?", he asked smiling in a way that made harry wonder if he already knew what was his problem.

"Yes…is…HUGH, I just show it to you", he said opening the box and showing the first photograph, he waited and waited and just when he was about to ask Dumbledore spoke.

"Oh, where you got that picture of young McGonagall?"

"Well it was in…WAIT A MINUTE…how can you know with just the first photograph that this woman is Professor McGonagall?", asked harry in disbelief…how he could possible know it with just one photograph?

"Harry….I gave classed to her for seven years, I saw her grown up from a 11 year old to 17, I saw her in her years as a quiddicht player and as a young adult…no to mention that she was a great swimmer and while she did not skinny dip here, it would have got her in serious problems, I saw her swimming in the summers, so it was easy for me guess who that young lady was", as always he said it as a matter of fact.

"So, you know that she did this?", harry asked pointing at the rest of the 50 postcards in photography quality.

"No, never had an idea of it…but if she did it wouldn't be such a surprise", he said and then added, "harry did you know that Minerva was teacher from 1956 but she graduated in 1954?"

"No, I never…"

"There is a hole of 2 years, some of that time was spent of course working at the ministry but there was some time where Minerva was unemployed…you can make your own conclusions, at last that is my working hypothesis at the moment", he said looking at the collection when they heard the gargoyle moving.

Walking towards them was his old Teacher: Minerva McGonagall. She was still tall and walked straight, finally free of the cane that she was forced to use after the… 'Umbridge' problem. Her hair that used to be Brunette now had the beginnings of graying but still fairly brown. Her glasses, the green wizard robe and the hat as always…think it for a second she could past for late 40s or very early 50s. Not being in a war certainly had helped her.

"Mr. Potter, what I own this visit?", she asked smiling at him and extending her hand which harry promptly shock and soon follow with a strong hug to his ex-teacher, it was good to see her.

"I…I came for a very…interesting reason", he internally grimaced.

"It has something to do with your work as an Auror?", asked she with concern in her voice.

"No, don't worry, no dark lord in sight",

"Is something of the matter with any of the old circle?", talking about Ron, Hermione, Neville or Luna.

"They are fine, in fact, we recently were in a travel to Mexico for old times' sake." He finished knowing that he was stalling.

"Then what is this problem?"

"It has to do with you!" he blurter out.

For a couple of awkward minutes they stood there looking at each other. Harry's heart was pounding in his chest and McGonagall looked at harry complete baffled at the behavior of his ex-student. Around them the portraits of Howards other teachers were looking in expectancy to how this whole thing played out. Dumbledore portrait for his part was…was that popcorn?

"What do you mean Mr. Potter?", asked McGonagall standing her full height but looking at his old Student like he was at risk of losing his sanity…which was not far from the truth.

"Wait a moment" he said and promptly walked to the couch were the box laid, putting it behind his back he began to say, "I want you to know that no matter this…I still see you as the respectable teacher that you are"

"That is nice Mr. Potter but…"

"And that I understand that maybe the circumstances made you do this"

"Mr. Potter…"

"I assure you that I will never say a thing…"

"HARRY POTTER WHAT ARE YOU BLABERING ABOUT?", asked now weirded out, what in the hell could get his student so worked out?

With a quick movement he trusted the box at her and….he got silence. After a couple of seconds he raised his stare. Frozen in place was Minerva McGonagall. In his face was complete and absolute shock. Walking towards her he saw it…little at the beginning there was change in the frozen shock expression. First it change to utter disbelief, then to embarrassment (is the bright red was any indication), and finally…total terror. Turning fast she walked towards the door and giving instructions she turned and walked with her wand pointed towards the windows which shut complete. Now her attention was in the portraits that were now divided in their reactions: there was group greatly amused by her reaction (Dumbledore at the head), other who was horrified of seen the witch walking towards them with wand drawn out, and finally the group acting like nothing was happening. Reciting a couple of enchantments she finally spoke.

"Nobody enter this room and nobody gets out…including you", she said to the sounds of outrage from some of the portraits.

"You can't do this to us, this is improper of a headmaster…in my times we didn't partake in such shameful activities…"

"I think we heard you very well Philleous", said the voice of Dumbledore who looked at him silently…but there were some voices and murms that echoed his discontent, "and my fellow Headmasters…I think we can keep a secret…don't we?" Asked smiling but with clear ice in his voice. Harry looked amused that even in dead, Dumbledore commanded authority.

"Thank you Albus…now…Mr. Potter, where did you got those pictures?", asked her looking straight up with her wand still at hand.

"Teacher…your wand", harry said internally debating if he should discreetly grab his wand.

"Oh sorry, but you understand that this can't get out, you need to keep this as a secret…you are the only one that know about this photographs?" asked him with advancing but lowering her wand.

"Ron has seen them but he doesn't know who was the model…Hermione saw them but I guess she haven't guessed who was the girl in the photos….and of curse Dumbledore knew that it was you the moment I showed them to him". He finished and looked at her teacher who sighed and walked to the desk and sat. With a hand she signaled him to come closer.

"Those are Victor photos? Is that what is writhed in the back isn't it?"

"yes, Victor Bellman Fernandez" he said as he pulled a chair and sat in front of the desk looking at her teacher who had left her wand on the desk and was passing a hand on her eyes rubbing them…

"The year is 1955?"

"Yes"

"You know, when he talked to me in that pub in Edinburg he was really charming…he had already traveled to France, Germany, Spain and Scotland was his stop before going to the Nordic countries…he talked very good English…always with a little accent but it could be ignored. He explained me what he did, he then show me some of his other models and he proposed me to be the next one…for a salary of course"

"And your price was?"

"Philleous!"

"If you want to now it was the same pay that he did to all of the other models…900 pesos, about 12,600 adjusted to inflation…at the time I changed it for 100 Galleons." Said McGonagall looking stern at the ex-Headmaster.

"That is a lot…but why accepted" asked Harry curious.

"I was…a little lost, I was recently graduated…and had given up what you can call my…one engagement to a young man…it took a toll on me and I thought…why not? It was irresponsible act and spur of the moment, not to mention that victor was very understanding", she then grabbed the photographs and passed them one by one, "you know, the first one was actually the last one that he took, the lake was so cold that I could not enter more that my waist, so he changed his plans for the photo to accommodate me, originally it was a shoot of me swimming", she finished returning the box to harry.

"Don't you want them?"

"I trust that you will take care of them…that is what you are you going to do, Mr. Potter?"

"I will then decide how I will dispose them…"

"You also must never reveal to Ron Wesley the identity of the young lady in the postcards, as Hermione himself must never say what she knows"

"She doesn't know who…."

"She is not a fool…if Albus figure it out, Miss Granger must have put two and two together with the photo of me and Victor that is here", she then stood up and walked towards the portraits, "you must never say anything" she began…

"Minerva…Serverus is not here, he has been absent and the spells that you put in place made impossible to him to enter if he even tried", said "shall we tell him or keep him in the dark? Is your decision dear".

"Keep him in the dark…I won't want him to know this", she said turning and finally letting light into the room as the window opened with a flick of her wand, "Mr. Potter, you will dispose those photos and you will promise that you will never say anything about it"

"I will professor"

"I am no longer your professor, I ask you this as a friend…please harry" she said timidly smiling.

"I will", as he walked to the door he stopped and turned as McGonagall walked to her desk, she stopped when she did not heard the sound of the door and turning her head to see harry standing there she asked.

"Mr. Potter, is something wrong?"

"Professor…do you still exercise?" he let it out just to cover his mouth

"What do you…."then she noticed that Harry line of sight was in angle looking down before he reacted and covered his mouth, "MR. POTTER!" she said mortified…but she never finished for she saw harry bolt to the door…then she heard a familiar voice.

"I think harry is very observant, you are in good shape" said a warm and paternal voice.

Turning she saw Albus eating his popcorn smiling at her innocently.

"You too Albus!?"

As harry was walking outside of the office he thought what he should do...and found har to simply destroy the postcarts. after some deliberation he remembered the room of requirements and crossing the corridors and stairs he found himself in front of the old wall. thinking on what he needed and crossing 3 times he found the door. entering he saw that if some of the old stuff had been burned by the last fight it was at least 2/3 that was saved. walking thru the place he found an old closet and opening it he deposited the box inside and got out. smiling and with a weight lifted from his shoulders he walked his way out to hogsmade to drink a butterbeer for old times sake. then as he was crossing the grand entrance he thought in the posivlity of somebody finding the postcarts...but dissmised it. it will requiere incredible bad luck for him to somebody find those...after all the next course will be in a couple of months and the new kids did not have the map or could ever find the room...