Explanations.

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"Well, Harry. Before we start there is something Professor McGonagall and I feel we need to tell you."

To that, Harry plopped back down into the chair, as Professor McGonagall shifted herself over to Dumbledore's desk, facing the opposite direction, and Professor Dumbledore took the seat in front of Harry. Still in utter confusion as to what the memory was and what had gotten into Professor McGonagall, he looked at Dumbledore hopeful that whatever he needed to tell him, would explain.

"Harry, as I've told you earlier, this memory is one of great admiration," he started, "and great_"

"Secrecy." Harry and Dumbledore said in sync.

"Yes, Harry. Secrecy. You see, there is a reason why it has been secluded, not for me, but for the sake of Professor McGonagall."

Harry tilted his head slightly. Almost as if, when you're talking to a dog and they cock their heads to the side in disarray. During this time, Professor McGonagall had her gaze locked on her feet, avoiding contact with Harry.

"You see, Harry, Professor McGonagall and I are… married."

Harry's eyes widened with utter astonishment, "Married?!" Professor McGonagall shot a look over in their direction quickly fixing her gaze upon her shoes again, "You're married?"

She walked over to Harry quickly pulling a chain from around her neck, "Yes, Harry…Married." The chain held two beautifully designed rings, which looked to be antiques. One had the wings of a phoenix circling the ring, and the other one had two cat ears coming from it. Harry's mouth was locked in a perfect "O" shape as he starred at the rings, "Professor Dumbledore and I married shortly after I finished my last year at Hogwarts. You see, during my last year I pursued Professor Dumbledore," they were finishing each other's sentences now, 'I reluctantly accepted."

"Reluctantly, Professor?"

"Ah, yes, Harry. You see, first and foremost she was still my student. Secondly, I knew that Tom would harm anyone dear to me. I did not want to put Professor McGonagall in any danger."

"But I, being as stubborn as I am, would not take no for an answer. He promised that after my year was finished we would be able to start a relationship," Minerva looked over to Albus, her eyes smiling, "Soon after that, we were married. We were very secretive about it, we had to be. We knew that if he found out, he couldn't possibly use it against us." Her eyes were no longer smiling, but were filling up. Albus knew how hard this part was for her.

"Then, I soon became headmaster, and gave Professor McGonagall my job as Transfiguration professor. There were rules, there were… complications. We could no longer be together I'm afraid."

Harry had to interrupt, all this was beginning to be a bit much for him, "Excuse me Professor. May I say something?"

"Of course my boy."

"So, you and Professor McGonagall were… ARE… married, but you can't be together? If you don't mind me asking, if you knew you wouldn't be able to be together in the future, and that Lord Voldemort could possibly use it against you, sorry if this offends you but, why get married?"

Minerva's head shot up, "Why?! Mister Potter, when you're in love the only thing you want in the world is to be with the one you love. You're not thinking of the future, you're thinking of the present. And in the particular moment you're thinking of how perfect everything is, not how everything could possibly__" she choked. Minerva McGonagall, always well kept, always to herself, was crying, "Not how everything could possibly be ruined." She practically whispered. Harry had no idea what to say; "Professor, I'm…" he didn't even bother finishing, his voice simply trailed off. Albus rose from the chair and put his arms around his wife. It was like he was in a muggle filled candy shop, just like heaven. She let herself fall into his grasp, and rested her head on his shoulder, "But that, is a different memory, for a different time, Harry. The memory I… WE want to show you is joyful. Hopefully bringing up every one's spirits." With that he cupped Minerva's face with his hands and brought her head up to look at him and simply gave her a reassuring wink.

"Merlin, look at me. I'm squalling in front of Harry." Minerva quickly cut loose of Albus' hold and wiped her eyes, "I'm sorry Harry."

"It's fine Professor. I understand."

"You are a fine young man, Mister Potter."

Harry saw Albus whisper something in his professor's ear but couldn't make out what he was saying.

"What did I tell you? Far from ludicrous."

"Well, after that I really could use some uplifting. Albus, would you please retrieve the memory?"

"Of course my dear."

With that he disappeared into another room, and came flamboyantly walking out within a second holding the memory.

"Here we are."

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HAHA you thought THIS chapter was going to be the memoryyyy.

Gotcha! *please don't hurt me* ahhh!