I love Albus Dumbledore, which is why I wanted to do a story on him. I think it's an interesting portrayal of him. Plus I've always wanted to write a story on how long Albus and Minerva have known each other and how they knew each other. I hope you enjoy Chapter 1 which begins with Minerva McGonagal.

I am 16 and have never had a serious boyfriend. I could have had one, but guys I don't like are the ones who always ask me out. Why is it the guys you like as friend ask you out, but the ones you like only look at you as a friend?

Like Albus Dumbledore. He is so popular, sweet, handsome, and well… just perfect. Before today, I had hopes that he was starting to have feelings for me, too. That he would look past my awful bat-glasses into my gray eyes and see the true me, who isn't just smart. I am a lot more sensitive than anybody ever knows and what happened today is killing me. I might as well write it down, it might even help.

Today was his 17th birthday. I can't tell you how long and hard I looked for the perfect gift to give him for his birthday. I wanted it to tell him my feelings, but I didn't want it to be too obvious. I had no clue what to get him, but then I remembered how much he loved making books that could write back to the reader.

So I made one, with his help actually. Although he didn't know he was helping me with his own present at the time! Then I wrote down everything I had ever felt for him and the words carefully, preciously seeped into the pages. I wrapped it up and gave it to him.

You know what he did? He didn't even open it, just put it in his piles of gifts and kept talking to his admirers. I didn't mean to, but I started to cry. First silent tears streamed down my cheeks, so I went over and sat down in my favorite chair and just randomly picked up a book. I am so sorry I ever did.

It was a pretty black book, small enough to fit it in a large overcoat's pocket and its cover was very smooth. Fingering its cover gave me a little inner peace until I opened it up. The writing was clearly Albus' and I flicked through, until I just randomly stopped on a passage. In the passage, Albus gushed on and on about this stupid twit of a girl in Hufflepuff and how she was so wonderful, how she was so lovely and pleasant. The passage went on and on about his supposed love for her.

I started crying harder, I was a fool, an idiot bigger than the stupid Hufflepuff dolt. How could I think Albus Dumbledore would even look in my direction? I was smart, but not very pretty, as I've written before. My hair is always puffing up and curling in unseemly ways. At least, I can have a very pleasing personality or at least that's what I thought until I turned the page and read the most horrid entry about me.

Albus wrote, "Even though Minerva is a darling friend of mine, at times I can barely stand her. She is so mean around my other friends and it bugs them that she always wants to talk to me alone. She is standoffish, abrasive and quite rude when it comes to speaking to people beneath her intelligence. I always feel like a stupid buffoon around her and wonder why she is even my friend, since she seems to despise a lot of my characteristics. If I didn't feel anything for her, such as compassion, I wouldn't even talk to her. I pity her and it makes me love her".

Yes, he said he loved me, but not in the context I wanted. Now I was crying quite loudly, big sobs rolling down my cheeks. People were beginning to stare and point at me. It was getting quieter in the common room as I made more and more noise crying. I was so embarrassed. How could he do this to me? I thought we were friends, at the very least. Now I find out he basically hates my personality and only hangs out with me because of pity!

Albus came over to see what the horrid noise was and he saw me crying. Then we had an awful moment, which I wasn't exactly at my best.

Albus, "Minerva. What's wrong?"

I stood up, enraged and heartbroken, two emotions that should never be mixed. "How could you?" I shrieked.

He looked quizzically at me and then saw what I had in my hand. He turned bright red on the spot. "What did you read in there?"

I looked at him, looked at the book, and then threw it at his face. What sickens me is it hit Albus square in the nose and I enjoyed the sound of it bouncing off his face. I told him to figure it out. I raced up the stairs before he could say anything else and collapsed on my bed crying. I stayed there until after all the girls had come up and gone to bed, and then got up to write this.

I am so embarrassed. Not only did I make a fool of myself in front of my whole group, I also fooled myself into thinking I was good enough for him and that he liked me.

I'm mad though too. How dare he pretend to be my friend! His disloyalty was the worse kind of betrayal. That I have, I mean had, feelings for him makes it all the worst.

I'm also extremely sad; if I'm quiet enough I can hear my heart tearing apart. I feel like for nothing and nobody will it ever be rapaired. The shards of it are piercing me and I am still crying as I write this.

And now all I can think about is that stupid present and getting it back before he finds out my innermost feelings.

And I hope he's happy with that twittering, idiotic, dull girl from Hufflepuff!

Well I hope you enjoyed my 1st chapter. The second chapter is Albus' thoughts and then the third chapter will include a third friend making the trio similar to Ron, Harry and Hermione. And then who knows where it will go…