When the news that Albus Dumbledore had defeated Grindelwald reached the world, he could not escape the flocks of admirers that followed him everywhere. He wished that he could be out of the spotlight for even a minute, but it did not seem possible.
Albus had kept the story as simple as possible. He had not released Grindelwald's last name, and he did not say that Minerva was the Dark Lord's daughter. He said nothing of her survival of the Killing Curse, and simply made it out that she had been a prisoner of his.
Albus kept his promise to Minerva. He enrolled her in Hogwarts in all the N.E.W.T. level classes and she was sorted into Gryffindor, if only for a year. She often came to his classroom and office and they got to know each other very well. Indeed, no one really knew anything about Minerva McGonagall apart from Albus, and she was perfectly happy to keep it that way.
One day, when Albus and Minerva were sitting in his office, playing chess, Minerva stopped. She looked up at him. "Albus?"
She looked troubled. He took her hand. "Yes?"
"I know what love is." She gazed into his blue eyes. "I love you, Albus."
Albus had been waiting to hear that for months. He leaned across the chess board and kissed her passionately.