Warning: A slice of lemon in here. Not the whole lemon as it still remains rated T, but just a slice. (Unless you have a very imaginative mind, then that's not my fault!) On that note, I hope you enjoy! Oh and sorry for jumping around a bit in this chapter. You'll understand when you read, so keep on going!

Severus had hauled me off my feet as I felt like someone had grabbed me by the waist and was now trying to pull my body through a small tube. I felt my eyeballs being pressed back into my skull. Suddenly the sensation had stopped when I felt my feet crash against the ground shortly followed by my entire body.

"Get up." ordered Severus as he picked me up by the sleeve, not caring if I just fell on my face. I looked around as I knew where we were. The field grass had grown tall as it swayed in the breeze. There were many fond memories of rolling around in there with Minerva. The memory pained me when I remembered where she was and with who.

She must be frightened, but knowing her, she wouldn't show it. Minerva would be defiant and brave like the Gryffindor lion she had told me she was. Though there were the small moments when she needed to run, when she needed to feel safe, and those times were with me. I remembered it was a year after she had left me. I was almost giving up hope, but she returned; she returned to me.

(Five Summers Ago)

As soon as the door opened, I was greeted by the sound of nails, scraping against the hard wood floors. I really needed to clip Sirius's nails, but I never got to it. The dog had grown into a year old energetic dog that never stopped running. He greeted me like he did every day after I come home.

"Want to go for a walk?" I asked him as I went to reach for his leash. He barked a yes to me. I merely smiled at Sirius, with his tongue hanging to the side and his long tail slapping against the floor. You never wanted to be on the opposite end of Sirius as your legs would surely be bruised from his tail.

I walked along the Hudson River with Sirius at tow. He stopped at every tree like any dog, and I waited patiently until his inspection was done. Every walk we shared, I couldn't help but have my mind wander. I wondered how it would be like if Minerva were here. How it would feel coming home from work to have not just Sirius to greet me, but Minerva. Then we'd walk together along with Sirius. What we'd talk about? Would we talk at all?

Ever since she left, I had never stopped thinking of her. I didn't even go out on dates. My friends tried to set me up numerous of times, but I knew the only one I wanted to be with wasn't the woman they set me up with. Sure they were nice, but there was never a connection. There wasn't a spark like there was with Minerva. Then I had to stop and think what if Minerva had moved on. What if she wanted to be with someone else who was magical?

Sirius interrupted my thoughts when he barked. I looked down at him startled by the sudden noise. He looked back at me with those dark black eyes in an aggravating way. I swear if I could read his mind I'd hear him say: Are you done thinking about her, because I'd like to go home now?

Sighing dejectedly, I walked back to the apartment and turned the TV on. The noise usually kept my thoughts and memories at bay. Sirius happily jumped on the sofa and sat to watch the program. It was weird in a way. Out of every dog I've ever met, I had never met one that seemed so human. He would sit and watch the TV as he paid more attention to the program than I did. He would also listen to my conversations like he understood them. And like a good friend, he would back me up with a loud bark.

"Anything interesting on?" I asked him as I made my way over with a glass of water. Sirius watched me until I went to sit next to him. I knew once I sat down he would lean on me, and that's what he did. Kimmy said it was a Great Dane trait and so he might be part that. He defiantly had the right size of one. Tony said if Sirius was a car, he'd be the monster truck. I had to smirk at that one.

Sirius just gave a small whimper as the answer was no. I groaned as I knew there wouldn't be anything on. I never did like TV anyhow which was ironic since I worked for it. I wasn't a sports person, so that was off the list. I didn't like reality TV where there were filled with people just yelling at each other. I also didn't care for drama shows since I already had enough of that in my life.

"Pick a movie then." I ordered Sirius, even though I knew which one he was going to pick. Sirius got off the couch as he looked over the movies and grabbed the one he wanted. Looking at the title when he handed it over, I had to I gave him a quizzical look.

"Are you sure you want Phantom of the Opera?"

"Woolf"

"Alright, I'll put it on." I replied quickly since he seemed to take offense that I would question his choice. The dog scared me sometimes by how humanly he acted. I put the disk in as I watched it, though I had to admit, I lost it when Christine sang "Think of Me." I couldn't listen to the song as the lyrics seemed to reflect on my life too well than it should. Sirius seemed to sense what I was thinking as he stopped leaning on me, and instead laid down to rest his head on my lap. I smiled down at him.

"I know, I'm sorry, Sirius." He whimpered in response and nudged me with his snout. As the movie went on, I realized that I had a drooling sleeping dog on me. I smirked as I carefully got up, trying not to disturb Sirius. When I was free, I got up from the couch only to be stopped by the music from Phantom of the Opera. I turned to see the snowy scene on the screen. God, they were serenading each other. I had to turn it off. That was the last time I was letting Sirius pick a movie.

I moved towards the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. It had been a long day, and just watching Phantom of the Opera brought me overboard. Sitting up, I reached for a small box I kept by the bedside. I opened the lid to retrieve the hidden object. There was that damned ring I kept. The worthless trinket that she had worn ever since I gave it to her now laid forever in a box. I couldn't bring myself to throw it away, but at the same time, I couldn't bring myself to look at it every day. It would remind me that she was gone.

She never came back. I was growing more pessimistic as the days became weeks, months, and then a year. I had to face the facts that I would never see or hear from her again. I lied to her and hurt more than I could ever know is what she told me. The fight replayed in my mind constantly, reminding me of the mistakes I made. I remembered the tears she had shed from those emerald eyes and her flushed red cheeks against her alabaster pale skin. Her words cut through me like blades, leaving unhealed open wounds.

Caught up in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed the knocking at the door. When I did, I thought it was my mind playing awful tricks on me again. I remembered the first few weeks after she left for good, I would bolt up from my sleep and raced to the door, thinking that I heard her knocking. Every time I opened that door, there was no one there.

Then I heard Sirius's claws tapping against the wood floors. He was up, but he wasn't barking. Instead he was standing in front of the door whining. Did he have to go again? I put the ring away and got up to see what was going on. The knock came again, but more pronounced this time. I was certain that someone was knocking.

"Hello?" I said loud enough so the person on the other side of the door could hear me. No reply came. I looked through the peep hole, but the person had a black cloak on and their back turned towards me. I contemplated on opening the door. The building wasn't known for being robbed. Actually there haven't ever been reports of break-ins, but let it be my luck to be the first one. I could tell the person was nervous. It kept on shifting its weight from side to side.

Sirius kept on whining and pawing the door. He had never done that before. Looking back at the figure I thought that I might as well open the door. Apprehensively, I cautiously opened the door. The person still had their back towards me.

"Uh, can I help you?" I asked skeptically. That was when the figure finally turned to face me. It was a woman. She held her pail hands by her chest. I could see her proud pointed chin and her petal pink thin lips. She was familiar, but I didn't know how, until she simply bit her bottom lips as she was anxious.

"Minerva." I said incredulously. She removed her dark hood so I could see that it was her. She had her black hair pulled into a tight bun on the back of her head and her squared framed glasses perched on her long nose. Her cheeks her rosy red as if she had just came from the cold.

We stood there for what seemed like forever. I didn't know what to do. It all seemed too good to be true. I thought she was never coming back. Minerva then huffed in frustration seeing that nothing was happening.

"I shouldn't have come, I'm sorry." She went to turn and leave when I went to lightly grab her elbow. She stopped to look back at me. Her eyes were glazed over once more with unshed tears. I didn't want her to cry, and I didn't want her to regret coming back. With my free hand, I slowly went to brush it against her cheek.

She was stiff against my touch, but she didn't pull away. Her green eyes were glued to my steel blue ones. I could feel her breathing heighten along with the beating of her heart. Minerva silently let a tear pass her eyes, only for me to wipe it away. I ran my thumb along the bottom of her trembling lips. Her whole thin frame was shaking beneath my fingers.

Not being able to take the tension that surrounded us anymore, I drew her to my lips. It was first soft, but then desperate. I pulled her desperately closer to me. I could feel her arms wrapped around my neck. We stumbled back into the apartment, never breaking apart. I kicked the door closed while my hands roamed over her.

She clawed at my clothing frantically. She was able to remove my shirt while I slipped her cloak off her shoulders. The two pieces of discarded clothing pooled at the bottom of our feet as we kept on moving further back into the apartment. The backside of my thighs came in contact of the edge of the couch. I fell back onto it, pulling her down with me. She gasped out in surprised causing our lips to part. Taking advantage of her sudden shock, I flipped us over as her back was now pressed against the cushions below us. Before she could recollect her thoughts, I latched onto her neck hungrily, savoring the feeling of her skin.

Her fingers raked against my bare back lightly. Her touch was just as soft as I remembered them. We quickly discarded the remaining clothing that we had left on our bodies. I kissed and caressed the newly exposed flesh, making sure I didn't miss a spot. She had removed her pins from her hair with a flick of her hand. I had forgotten that she could do magic, as I didn't know how much she could do, but I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. Her long dark hair was released leaving a dark halo around her head.

I stopped my assault to look back into those green eyes that had haunted me for the past year. I could see the longing in her eyes. The pain she had been through and the courage it took to come back. She was frightened, afraid to get her heart broken again. I was terrified myself. I didn't want to see her leave me again. I didn't know if I could take it again. Minerva quickly assured me she wasn't leaving when she reached up to kiss me. It was tender, soft, and loving. My fears were quickly forgotten as it was just about us that moment. I was washed away by her warmth and loving touch. I wanted to stay like this forever.

That night we explored those familiar places that were surely missed. I had dreamed of her coming back and now she was here in my arms again. I woke up that morning feeling something warm pressed up against me. I knew it was Minerva, and this time I didn't roll over. Her head rested on my shoulder as her arm was wrapped around my waist.

I ran my hand through her dark silky hair causing her to stir awake. I was surprised that we got any sleep. She looked up at me as she gave me a weak smile.

"Did we just do what I think we did?" she asked tiredly.

I shrugged with mirth in my eyes. "It depends what you're thinking of." She gave me a small playful smack against my chest causing me to laugh. I moved over her, propping myself on my forearms. I leaned down to kiss her. She responded as her hands moved to my arms. I pulled away to see her emerald eyes beaming up at me.

"If you mean sex, then yes we did do that." I replied as she responded with a smile. "If you mean we made up," her smile diminished, "that's entirely up to you since I already know my answer."

"And your answer would be?" Minerva inquired as she sat up to look at me. I could see the discomfort in her eyes. I felt the immediate loss of heat when she sat up. Missing it, I reached up to pull her back beside me. I kissed her again to reassure her that it wasn't just a fling that I wanted.

"I missed you, and I would want nothing more but to have you back."

"I missed you too." She confessed before she drew me back to her lips that were already swollen. It gave her wonderful bee stung lips. I pulled away as I looked around. Finding what I was looking for, I bent down to get her discarded cloak. I handed it to her as I went to grab my boxers and shirt. She gave me a puzzled look, but I just ignored it for now as I got dressed. She wrapped her cloak around her before I took a seat beside her.

I faced her, looking straight into those captivating eyes that were filled with bewilderment. I pulled out my hand as I held it out for her to shake it. She looked at it skeptically before she shook it.

"Hello, my name is Chris O'Brian. I am a producer, writer, and editor for NYB. I like to read as I'm an inspiring writer. I live in New York with my dog Sirius. I'm single, though I have my eyes on this one woman as I'm sure she feels the same for me."

Her eyes glowed with mirth as she smirked at me. "My name is Minerva McGonagall. I am Transfiguration mistress at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I like to read as well. I live in the highlands of Scotland as I have a cat named Apollo. I'm currently single, although I am interested in a man whom I sure likes me too."

"It's very nice to meet you, Minerva McGonagall." I raised her hand to my lips, lightly kissing it.

"As it's a pleasure meeting you Chris O'Brian."

"Well Minerva McGonagall, would you like some breakfast?"

I leant her clothes to borrow so she could be more comfortable. It felt like old times again, like nothing had changed. We cooked scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast in comfortable silence, slipping some glances once in a while. I thought she looked alluring in my loose shirt. It might have not been revealing, but I knew what was underneath. Picturing it in my mind was the fun part instead of seeing it. When she would catch me looking, I would flash a smile before returning to the eggs.

She wasn't bad looking in my boxers either. Her long legs went on forever as she walked with grace that I have never forgotten that she had possessed. I remembered how graceful she was on the dance floor, and she was still light on her feet in the kitchen. I shook my head averting my attention back on the food and less on Minerva.

Minerva made the table once more as I placed some eggs with toast and jam by her. She quickly made a cup of coffee for me and a cup of tea for herself. We started eating still in silence. When she was done eating she pushed away her plate and looked at me with those brilliant green eyes.

"What are you thinking of?" I asked her since she seemed deep in thought. She had her arms crossed in front of her, not in a defensive way but as if she was protecting herself from the cold.

"I'm thinking if what I'm doing is right." She shared her uncertainty with me. I knew she would be having some second thoughts about her actions, but I wouldn't let her walk out on me this time.

"I understand as neither of us know what lies in our future, but isn't that half the fun?"

"I suppose." Minerva replied as she didn't care for surprises.

"Well, if you're having second thoughts, then why'd you come back?" I inquired as I did wonder why she waited about a year to return. Minerva averted her eyes down to the table, not looking at me.

"You wouldn't understand."

"I can try. I would like to try." I persuaded. She still didn't look at me, but she gave in.

"Things happened while we were separated, and I was thinking when was the last time I ever felt safe…that was with you." She looked at me to see my reaction. I set down my cup of coffee to walk over towards her. When I reached her, I enveloped her in my arms.

"You are safe here; you will always be safe here." I told her reassuringly. I was just happy to have her back finally as I kissed her on the forehead dotingly.

"I missed you Minerva."

"I've missed you too Chris."

-/-/-

That was the day I learned about The Dark Lord. She answered all my questions about magic as best she could. Surprisingly I wasn't afraid. I knew she wouldn't hurt me. We spent the summer together as we did every year along with some holidays. Whenever she could get away from school, she came over to stay. This year was the only year where we weren't together.

I stood in front of the large lopsided house. Beside me was the black wooden sign that read: The Burrow. Yes, I knew this place. Minerva sometimes brought me here. I remembered the first time she did it was last summer when she was telling Molly about the Order.

-/-/-

(Last Summer)

"You don't have to go. I just have to go talk to a few friends for a bit and then I'll be back." Minerva insisted, but I wanted to meet her friends. She had met mine, but I had yet to meet hers unless you count that day back when I went after her in London.

"No I'll go with you Min. I got an owl from Molly anyway."

"She owled you?"

"Yes, she insisted that I should come over some time so we could meet."

"I can't believe she did that."

"Well she did, so would you like to get going?" I asked. We were standing in her living room at her little cottage in the highlands of Scotland. She had a large manner that belonged to her family, but she preferred to live in the smaller place. I wouldn't blame her as I visited the manner once. I could see how she would be lonely in such a large place.

She gave me an apprehensive look, but I took her arm anyway.

"Alright if you insist." Minerva finally agreed. We portkeyed over since neither of us liked apparating. It was just the beginning of summer as the Burrow was filled with kids running in and out. All of them had bright fiery red hair. Some stopped dead in their tracks when they spotted us.

"Hello Professor." One said. He was very tall with brown muddy eyes. Then someone who looked just like him came to stand beside his twin brother I suspected.

"Missed us already?" the twin said with pure mischief written over his face.

"Hardly." Minerva replied sarcastically as she started to make her way towards the house. I followed behind her despite the weird glances I got from the twins. When I walked into the place, I was taken by surprise. There were thousands of moving pictures on the walls of the large family. There was also a clock that had the all the faces of the people who inhabited the home and where they were.

The furniture was well worn as the fire place in the living room made things homey and warm. The scent of morning sausages wafted through the air. There was a woman in the kitchen as dirty pots and pans were levitated around her as they were cleaning themselves with brushes.

"Molly." Minerva greeted the woman. The woman turned around as her red hair was as bright as her children's. She was shorter than Minerva and pleasantly plump, but she had seven children so you couldn't blame her.

"Minerva, it's been such a long time since I saw you, and who's this?" she asked looking at me.

"Hi, I'm Chris." I said going to shake her hand, but she ignored it as she embraced me in a tight warm hug. Her eyes were just as warm and muddy as the twin's. She fashioned a long light flowered skirt covered by a worn out apron.

"Bout time Minerva brought you over. He's cute Min. I'm surprised you didn't bring him over sooner." Molly replied.

Minerva only smiled though I could tell she was embarrassed. I hope it wasn't because of me. I always wondered if she was embarrassed to be with me since I was what they call a muggle, a non-magical person.

"I know Molly, I'm sorry I haven't introduced him sooner, but I was hoping we could get straight down to business." Minerva said as she motioned for somewhere quiet to talk.

"Oh, yes of course dear. Chris, make yourself right at home in the living room. Minerva and I will be right back." Molly showed me to the living room. I thanked her while I watched Minerva and Molly leave to another room. As soon as I sat down, the twins popped up.

"Hello there." One said.

"So you're with our Professor?" the other one asked.

"Yes…"

"Oh, I'm sorry mate." One of the twins plopped down beside me.

"Yeah, I can't imagine how it would be like with her. We already know how it's like in school." The other one plopped down on my other side.

"I'm sorry, and you two would be?"

"Gorge Weasley…" the one on the right said.

"And I'm the better looking twin Fred Weasley…" The one on the left went next.

"We're the pranksters of the family." They both said at the same time. I smiled as I heard Minerva tell me stories of them.

"Ah, so you two are the ones that Min tells me about."

"She talks about us?" Fred said shocked.

"How sweet." The other finished.

"So how old are you?" asked one of them.

"Fred, how rude, you can't go around and inquire about someone's age!" came a reprimanding voice from behind. I turned to see two girls approach us. One had bright red hair and green eyes while the other had bushy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.

"I'm sorry for their rudeness. I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Ginny Weasley." The girl introduced herself along with the girl beside her. She was articulate with every syllable that rolled off her tongue. I could tell she was a very serious person, and it was surprising since she was young.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Chris." I said shaking her hand. "So I'm guessing you are all Minerva's students."

"You mean Professor McGonagall, yes she's my favorite." admitted Hermione.

"That's only because you've never had detention with her." added someone new. A tall lean boy, very much like his twins walked into the room as he sat himself down in the arm chair across from me.

"And you are?"

"I'm Ron Weasley, and you are?"

Before I could answer George answered, "He's Minnie's friend."

"Bloody hell, are you serious? She's like seventy and…"

"Ron!" yelled Hermione and he was more speechless with shock than fear of the young girl. I was a bit surprised myself, but I couldn't blame them. They only saw her as their teacher as I got to see a side of her that they didn't. She told me about her age, and I didn't mind. She was a witch and therefore aged differently than I did.

"I think it's sweet." Ginny stated.

"Thank you Miss. Weasley." interjected Minerva. I wondered how long she had been standing there. I immediately got up to greet her. I kissed her on the cheek, trying not to gross everyone in the room out. Molly then came from behind us as she laid a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"I hope my children didn't disturb you." She said looking more at her children with a stern look. Her children on the other had been trying to look anywhere but her while the girls glared at the boys. Molly rolled her eyes as she let out an exasperated sigh.

"No Mrs. Weasley. They were great company." I assured her. Everyone looked at me incredulously while the twins just smirked.

"Chris, please call me Molly."

"Alright, thanks Molly. So dear, should we head back to Sirius?" I asked as Minerva looked at me gratefully.

"Sirius, you mean like Sirius Black?" asked Hermione.

"No, I have a dog named Sirius." I replied while the boys burst out laughing. Ginny seemed like she was trying to conceal her laughter too.

"Wait until he hears this." Ron stammered. I wondered what the big deal was, but I didn't fret with it. They must have known someone named Sirius as well. Minerva did say that the dog looked like a Sirius when she first saw him.

"Well good bye Molly, and thanks again." I said before I headed out the door. Minerva said her goodbyes and followed me out.

"I'm sorry about that." Minerva whispered in my ear when we reached the outside by the Burrow sign.

"It was fine. The twins were amusing."

"Oh I'm sure they were." Minerva said sarcastically. I kissed her worries away as I could tell that she was wondering what the children had said about her to me. There was nothing for her to worry about.

"Come on, let's go home."

-/-/-

I stood in front of the burrow with Severus as he dragged me once more through the place. My body ached as I wished Severus would stop dragging me around like some rag doll. The door burst open as the girl I met last summer stood at the door frame. Her green eyes reminded me of Minerva. She let out a gasp when she saw me.

"Mum, Da, get out here! Hurry!" she yelled before she rushed to my side, her red hair flying behind her. A man with balding red hair quickly rushed out the door after his daughter. He then saw me. I must have been in a bloody state since they were running so fast, they were stumbling over their own feet.

"Severus, what in Merlin's beard happened?" inquired Arthur when he reached us. Hadn't he heard from the Order? Didn't they at least notice that Minerva had gone missing? No, they wouldn't have suspected a thing since they probably thought Minerva would've been with me in New York or in her cottage.

"He was taken by the Dark Lord along with Minerva. The Dark Lord let him go for some unknown reason. Minerva had something to do with it no doubt." Severus answered impassibly. He was also unreadable.

"Quickly get him inside!" hollered Molly. I saw her suddenly appear at the door. Arthur helped me get inside, relieving some of the weight off of Severus. When we got inside they set me on the couch. I eased into the couch as I haven't felt anything comfortable in a while.

"What in Merlin's name happened?" Molly asked frantically.

"Molly, calm down." ordered her husband Arthur as he held her steady with his hands grasped on tightly on her upper arms. "Chris was captured by You-Know-Who and Minerva is still there."

"Minerva, oh dear, how could have this happened?"

"I don't know, but we must alert the Order. I'll go floo them now, you attend to Chris." instructed Arthur. Molly nodded her head as she returned back to me. She clucked her tongue nervously as she looked me up and down. I must have looked like hell, but I was fine. I didn't feel like I had any broken bones, I was just extremely tired, sore and hungry.

"Molly, just get him something to eat." snarled Severus. He seemed tensed, agitated, but he wouldn't show it. You could just sense it.

"Chris, are you in physical pain?" she asked, but I just shook my head. My head was throbbing, and by open wounds were in agony, but that didn't matter. Minerva was in trouble I knew it. Molly swiftly moved away from my side and into the kitchen. She quickly grabbed a piece of bread and other things to make a sandwich.

Once it was ready, she placed it on a plate and handed it to me. I wouldn't take it. I couldn't eat when I didn't know what was going on with Minerva. For all I knew, she could be bleeding to death while I sit on the couch eating a sandwich. I could never live with myself with that thought.

"Chris you have to eat. You're sickly pale and thin." Molly pleaded with me, but I wouldn't take it. Suddenly the plate was roughly taken from Molly's hands and shoved into mine. I looked up to see those dark patronizing eyes of Severus.

"Eat, you will be no good to Minerva starving." sneered Severus. I wouldn't take it though. I could feel his eyes still boring into me, but I wasn't going to back down.

"Why aren't you trying to get Minerva out of there? Instead you're here trying to force me to eat when the Dark Lord has her for his use!" I yelled at him, staggering to my feet. "It's as if you don't care. Well she cared about you. You guys may have had past difference, but I know she would have done anything to get you out if you were in her position."

Severus gripped me by the top of my tattered shirt. "You have no idea what the Dark Lord is capable of."

"Severus, please let go of Chris." ordered a commanding voice. Severus looked over at the man and then averted his dark eyes back to me. He sneered in disgust before he let go of me.

"I suggest we start this meeting here since we're all already here. Severus, please tell us what happened?"

"Yes Headmaster." Severus agreed. Others started to enter the house. I remembered them all. Not the whole Order was there, but some where there. I recognized Tonks, Remus Lupin, Kingsley Shaklebolt, Mad-Eye Moody, The Twins, Bill Weasley, and Fleur. They all looked at me. Tonks and Fleur tried to get me to eat as the Twins were looking at my bruises and gashes I had gotten from an occasional beating. Fleur took care of them quickly, soothing some of the pain.

"Well, Albus, what was this meeting called for?" inquired Alastor.

"I'm waiting for Severus to tell us exactly what happened." replied Albus Dumbledore. He was standing in the room in his brought purple robes. His blue eyes had lost their sparkle. There was no mirth, no light in them. They were dark and solemn. This put many of the Order members on edge.

"Please what has happened? Where's Minerva, she should be here for this?" asked Remus.

"That's the point. She has been taken by the Dark Lord for Merlin knows and he took O'Brian. O'Brian was let go, and I believe Minerva made a deal with the Dark Lord for his freedom, but I do not know what the deal is."

Once Severus had gotten what he had to say out, the room fell deathly silent. I looked around. They all had looks as if she was gone already, like they were having a moment of silence. This infuriated me. They weren't doing anything.

"Are we just going to stand here, or are we going to rescue her?" I stood up defiantly. The others were shocked by the sudden outburst except Severus. He glared at me as he pushed me back down.

"You are a muggle O'Brian ad way over your head. You know nothing of the magical world; you know nothing of the Dark Lord."

"I do know about our worlds." I stood up quickly. "And I know what he wants with her. I know what she did, and we have to get her with or without your help!"

Everyone looked at us in the room speechless. Finally Albus cleared his throat, all eyes averted to him. He had his hands clasped behind him as he approached me slowly, but yet he still frightened me. He stopped to peer at me above his half-moon spectacles. Those blue eyes were steel, cold, and unfeeling.

"Chris, is there something you're not telling us."

TBC….

Author's note: Ooh cliffhanger. Please don't strangle me for leaving you like this! Hehe, thanks for the lovely reviews as I'm trying to type as much as I can before school. I hoped you enjoyed the chapter! Thanks for those who've put this under their fav/alert list. I'm so glad you guys are enjoying this. I have to apologize though if it seems a bit rushed. I just wanted to get to the point. Well thanks for reading and review it you'd like. Oh, and I put the lyrics of Think of Me in here because I love the song so much and if you haven't heard the song, then you'll understand why Chris got emotional.

Think Of Me/Christine part only:

Think of me, think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while -
please promise me you'll try.
When you find that, once again, you long
to take your heart back and be free -
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me

We never said our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea -
but if you can still remember
stop and think of me . . .

Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the way things
might have been . . .

Think of me, think of me waking,
silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard
to put you from my mind.
Recall those days
look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do -
there will never be a day,
when I won't think of you . . .

Flowers fades,
The fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so do we
but please promise me, that sometimes
you will think of me!

Thanks for stlyrics for the lyrics as I do not own them! Thanks for reading if you got this far! Best wishes to everyone!