Still takes place in Harry's 6th year.

Arriving at the Griffin Minerva gave the required password.

"I wouldn't go up there if I were you" the Griffin said unmoving.

"Well you're not me and I'm not a Gryffindor for nothing, Lemon Drops" Minerva argued she had to get to the bottom of this, her cubs always came first.

"Don't say I didn't warn you" the Griffin replied indifferently moving out of the way as requested.

Minerva hurried up the stairs and knocked urgently on the door.

"Who is it?" Albus asked wearily.

"Albus, it's me, Minerva, open the door" Minerva responded ready to break the door down if he disagreed.

There was a soft click and then another weary response, "It's open".

Minerva pushed open the grand door to a pitiful sight; Albus was sitting on the steps to the platform where his desk was, his arms crossed on top of his knees, and his forehead resting on his folded arms.

"What do you want?" Albus asked without looking up, Minerva was one of the few people he ever should weakness to.

"What happened between you and Miss Granger?" she asked very businesslike.

"It was nothing" Albus responded standing up and making his way to the bar in his office pouring himself a glass of mead not bothering to offer one to the only other person in the room knowing Minerva was not a drinker when school was in session.

"'Nothing' does not make Miss Granger become on the verge of tears, what happened?" Minerva retaliated, her Scottish brogue becoming more apparent with each word as more emotion came through.

Albus paused, the glass almost to his lips, he put it back down on the bar and turned away from Minerva, resting his hands on the counter looking out the window and over the forest wondering if he could survive the roughly eight story drop out the before mention window, just to postpone the conversation.

When he didn't answer Minerva became nervous and repeated her question with a slight waver in her voice, "Albus? What happened between you and Miss Granger?".

He cracked, "She came to talk to me about Harry, right before she left she touched my arm and I received a blast of memories, ones from so long ago, I can't discern any of them their all jumbled in my head and they won't settle."

"That doesn't explain why she looked so scared she hadn't said anything about memories" Minerva asked digging deeper.

"Does Miss Granger remind you of anyone?" Albus asked changing the subject.

"No, now answer me, what happened between you and Miss Granger?" Minerva prodded again.

"Minerva you know I'm a patient man, I would not crack unless seriously provoked" Albus said leaning his back against the counter facing the Transfiguration teacher his twinkle gone from his regretful looking eyes.

"Yes, I know but the students' safety comes first, Hermione is just a girl" Minerva said searching Albus face it was lucky of her that she had because if she had not she would have missed the slight flinch at the mention of 'girl'.

"I think I scared her" Albus sighed his eyes downcast, but summoning what little courage he had left he met Minerva's questioning gaze; "She was only trying to help and I yelled at her. I think she thinks I'm angry with her, I'm not, I was frustrated with the memory wave I had".

"Oh, but you didn't physically hurt her right?" Minerva asked her voice still skeptic.

"Of course not!" Albus said looking at Minerva like she was mad.

"Good" Minerva said relieved.