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A/N: I just wanted to say thank you a million to those who have reviewed to my stories. These stories, as well as the nine others I have online, have all been a blast to write. I think there will only be two more chapters after this one, but I am not entirely sure of that. It depends on how the next chapter goes. Well, even as we speak, my muse (lovely Professor Minerva McGonagall) is helping me to formulate a plan for an extra chapter after the last one that I have already planned out. But we shall see. Perhaps I shall combine the last chapter with a few of the new ideas I have. I'll let you know. Well, here's the story. Hope you like this chapter.

Albus was preparing to leave his rooms when he heard the soft rapping of a beak outside his window. Looking over to the window, he saw an owl he did not recognize. It was a snowy white owl with three letters attached to him, two on one leg and one on the other.

He walked over to the window and welcomed the strange bird in, wondering who it could be from. Undoubtedly it was from Fudge, that pompous minister. Can he do nothing by himself? He handed the owl a lemon drop, took the letters, and unfolded the bigger one first. His eyes widened as he recognized Minerva's handwriting. He shakily fell on his bed, his eyes moving over the paper fiercely. His heart pounded like a drum in his ears as he did so.

"Albus,

I hope that you are reading my letter first, so you can fully grasp my situation. After Voldemort took me away, I became unconscious, so I am sorry to say I do not know how to get to his family home. After I awoke, I found myself in a room not unlike my own at Hogwarts. That was when he came in and pledged his eternal love to me..." At these words, Albus felt his fast beating heart suddenly stop and break into a thousand pieces. Had he really lost her?

"You can imagine my shock and horror when he said this and then proceeded to kiss me full on the mouth..." Here, anger swelled madly in Albus' chest. That bastard, he thought. He did not want to read anymore, but felt he owed it to her. "But I quickly pushed him away. I told him I would only allow one man to touch me in the way he wanted to." Though it pained him to hear that she loved another, Albus just thanked his lucky stars it was not Voldemort. To live without her love would, of course, kill him faster than normal. But if she had returned loved for this horrible man, his death would have come even quicker still. He read on.

"This brings me to my next point. There is something I must admit to you while I have my chance, and I hope you do not turn away in disgust. I love you, Albus. And I have always loved you. Even if you never return my feelings, I shall always love you, even after death. I wish I could tell you face to face, but it is impossible." Albus felt the shattered pieces of his heart attach once more and soar throughout his body. She loved hi, she actually loved him. He, Albus Dumbledore, known as the greatest wizard of his time, was loved by Minerva McGonagall, the greatest witch of their time.

"Now that I have said that, it grieves me deeply to explain the second letter I was forced to write to you. Please remember I only wrote it to save your life. It is a wedding invitation. It is not one in which I am proud of, to say the least. You will understand once you read it. Again, I only wrote it because Voldemort said if I didn't, he would have one of his men, who is hiding somewhere in Hogwarts, to kill you. Please forgive me, Albus. I never wanted anything like this to happen. Eternally yours, Minerva."

Feeling horribly confused by what she was try8ing to say, Albus dropped the letter and picked up the smallest of the three. He opened it and felt his heart being swallowed by his stomach. It was a wedding invitation, announcing the marriage of one Minerva McGonagall to one Lord Voldemort. And it was in her handwriting.

Albus now understood what had happened. She had sacrificed her happiness and freedom to save his life. She was, indeed, the loving and caring woman he had fallen in love with all those years ago. And there was someone in the castle. It was quite a while before he remembered the last letter. He picked it up and opened it easily. This handwriting was different, and he knew it had to be his. It took all his strength not to rip it up before even reading it.

"Hello, old friend,

"You may have already read Minerva's invitation to our wedding. I only have one question: How does it feel, old man? How does it feel to know you have finally been defeated? I've won, you've lost. My love for Minerva has proven far more powerful than yours. Even if she does not love me back, she will grow to love me.

"But what thrills me even more is knowing that tomorrow afternoon, thirty hours from now, I will make her my wife. And tomorrow night.... I will make her mine completely. Pleasant dreams await you tonight. You have thirty hours to RSVP. Noon tomorrow is the wedding, and please don't be late. L.V."

Albus crumpled up the letter, breathed in deeply, cried out in agony, and threw the paper into the air. Pulling out his wand, he set the ball into a fiery blaze, and then made it disappear. This wasn't a good idea, true. But he didn't care. Voldemort was clearly mocking him. The laws of the wizarding world were clear. Only married women were safe from being forced into another relationship. Otherwise, they were most definitely off the market.

Then, Albus got an idea. His timing was very limited, so he had to act fast. He's only need the cooperation of a few others. Getting up quickly from his bed, he quickly scribbled on a piece of paper, telling Voldemort he would come. He attached the letter to the owl's leg and watched as it flew off into the early morning sky. Then, he turned and rushed out of his room. Then, he turned and rushed out of his room. As he passed by Fawkes, the bird ruffled his feathers. The gust of wind created by the fast moving wizard had disturbed his slumber, which greatly perturbed him. But Albus didn't care. He had a student and a teacher to talk to.

A/N2: I hope you guys liked that chapter. I shall try and write more on my next chapter, but I do not know how long it will be. Anywho, hope you guys liked this chapter. Two chapters left, maybe three. But that's kinda pushing it, if you ask me. But I seriously will try. I promise. Love you all for the reviews you've been sending in. Always Hopeful