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Chapter 4
Albus had taken over teaching the transfiguration classes, as well as his own work. He would wake long before dawn to get as much paperwork out of the way before breakfast. He would than spend the day teaching, and, after dinner, would make his way to the Hospital wing with the books the trio had collected for him in their spare time. Albus was convinced that the three were getting as little sleep as he was. He would sit next to her bed after getting an update from Madam Pomfrey, and spend the evening holding her hand and pouring over ancient tomes, trying to find a counter enchantment. Madam Pomfrey, more often then not, would find him passed out in his chair with the book sliding onto the floor when she went to extinguish the candles in the evening. This routine went on for a week with no change, and Albus was beginning to wear out, but he knew he couldn't stop until he could see her emerald eyes shining back at him again.

It was Saturday night and he decided to take a break from his work. He had a harder time convincing the tired students to stop than he had imagined possible. It wasn't until he reminded them that passing out in the library from exhaustion wouldn't do anyone any good, that he was able to send them to bed. Albus didn't think they could ever truly understand just how much their help meant to him, but he would find a way someday.

He made his way toward the hospital wing after leaving Minerva's chambers. He had stopped to pick up an old book he had given her years ago. It was a copy of muggle fairy tales. She had been enamored with them since her school days, and could sit for hours on end re reading them. Albus could still see the look in her eyes on graduation day when he presented her with the book.

Albus pushed open the door to the Hospital wing and looked toward Madam Pomfrey, who shook her head. Albus just sighed as he pulled his chair up close to her bed and grasped her hand. "I brought something special tonight Minerva. I thought you might be in the mood for a fairy tale. I know how much you enjoy them." He opened the tattered book and began to read. He soon was also lost in the land of fantasy as he allowed himself to forget, for a moment, the troubles around him.

He went on for about an hour, but when he came to Sleeping Beauty, his eyes and voice stopped mid sentence. A flicker of recognition flashed in his eyes as he re-read the line. 'She will be awoken by true loves first kiss.' An idea was working its way into his mind. "Aren't muggle fairy tales based on old magic. They came up with the stories to explain magic that happened around them."

Albus gets up with a jolt of excitement to leave when Madam Pomfrey enters. "Oh, are we actually going to sleep in our own bed tonight? Will wonders never cease," she shot as he approached.

She was shocked as Albus grabbed her shoulders and smiled for the first time in a week. He shook her slightly as he looked into her eyes, "Fairy tales Poppy, Fairy tales. Why didn't I think of it before?" With that he left, robes billowing, with a bounce in his step, and with a very bewildered Poppy Pomfrey in his wake.