Authors note: Im actually starting to like this fanfic. LOL! Im glad my readers liked the first chapter. Hope you like this one too. .Here it goes!

DISCLAIMER: Everything except the plot belongs to JK Rowling (best author in the universe!!!)

Chapter: The Diary

Narrators POV

Before classes started on the first day of lessons the professors took Minerva to her new classroom. It was the old tranfiguration room. This was where Professor Dumbledore had taught her as a child. After the other teachers had left Minerva tried to open her her bottom desk drawer but it seemed to be jammed. So she did a simple spell to open the drawer and pulled out a small book. In gold lettering it said Diary of Albus Dumbledore.

" I really should give this back to Albus," she thought "but I could just look at one page before I do." She flipped the book open and started to read.

"Today was the second day back I had a class of first years this morning. A young witch named Minerva kept putting her hand up on every question. After class was over I heard her say to Jenaveve that she thought I was 'dashing'. The slang that children use these days is so strange. I'll write later. Professor Sonolra has a question about alchemy for me. ~Albus"

Minerva closed the diary. "Wow" she thought "he knew all along." About a minute after Minerva had put away the diary her first class bustled into their seats. Her first class of the day consisted of 4th years. She started her lesson off with giving a lecture on turning skunks into perfume bottles. Whenever she asked a question, the first hand to fly belonged to a Mr. Riddle.

~flash back~ Minervas POV

Class just ended about a minute ago. Even though it was double transfiguration it felt like a second. I was floating on air. Every time Professor Dumbledore asked a question I raised my hand even if I didn't know the answer. Suprisingly every time he called on me I answered correctly. I think he was impressed. On my way out of class I told Jenaveve that Dumbledore was dashing. I felt someone breathing down my neck but I didn't turn around quick enough to find out whom.

~flash forward~ Narators POV

During dinner that night, Minerva couldn't help but stare at Dumbledore. She wondered if he still remembered the crush she had on him. While she was quickly glancing at him he turned his head and winked at her.