Disclaimer: I don't know any of this - just the plot. All is copyrighted to the god o' Hogwarts: JK Rowling.

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McGonagall stared at the picture, for that was indeed what it was, and memories rushed at her from all angles.

The picture, a regular black and white moving picture was of two young people. On the left, was a man. He was tall and in-shape, his white teeth gleamed as he waved at the camera with a wide hand, he was good-looking and turned to wink at the woman on the left. The woman was a few inches shorter than he was, with cropped hair and a broad smile. She was smiling widely, and laughing as well - but her eyes were seemed un-laughing and serious.

The woman who sat in the chair stared at her younger self, with disbelief - she could've sworn she'd lost all the pictures, or even destroyed them when she had found out.

Evan Rosier was a name Minerva McGonagall had never wanted to hear ever again in her entire life. He had been in the same year as her, at Hogwarts, a Slytherin. She had known his past, and probably even been able to guess his future - but she ignored it. She had been foolhardy and young; excited to be doing something that wasn't by the books for once. He had treated her well - waiting for her at the library when she studied for exams that weren't coming for months, gave her presents on all the right occasions.

They had said a sad goodbye at the end of their 7th year. Minerva very interested in Transfiguration had gone off to study it in Australia.

Whenever she thought back to it, she realized she had had no idea where Evan was going. He said he was going to "fallow his heart" and had kissed her a final goodbye.

She had never seen him again - she had sent a few futile owls, but her owl always returned with the letter, for it had been unable to find him. Slowly, she had forgotten about Evan.

Forgotten her first relationship, forgotten the first, and one of the last times, times she had bended the rules.

The elder Minerva sat in her chair, starring at the image, thinking of the many, many years that had come after this picture was taken.