Author's note- hoped you liked chapter 1. Hear is chapter 2- Dumbledore and Molly Weasely share a memory, and a light is shone into Minerva's personal life

Chapter 2-

As Dumbledore flew through the air, invisible in his cloak, the tears began to fall. Minerva had been attacked. Umbridge had before this moment been merely a serious thorn in his side- a serious threat yes, but not the enemy. Now she was. Umbridge had ordered, and had herself, attacked Minerva McGonagall- the most powerful witch of the age. And by doing this, she had made herself, and by being the representative, made the ministry enemies of the Order of the Phoenix. The Order did not need more enemies, but Dumbledore was prepared to fight them.
They had attacked his Minerva- his love, his whole entire life. He was her life- she was his life. If she died, he would lose a part of himself forever. How he loved her. Albus had meet Minerva when she was a student and he was a young teacher- they had begun their relationship when she came to work at the school a few years after her graduation. They kept it primarily a secret. So much had happened between them- so much over the many years that Minerva was truly a part of his soul. Their lives were threaded together in the grand tapestry of their world. If hers was torn out the entirety of it would rupture.
Albus brought the broom down on the front of Grimmauld place, took off the cloak and walked in the door. A startled Molly Weasley was the first person he saw.
"Pro- Professor Dumbledore! What a surprise! What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Molly, who all is in the house right now?" Molly bit her lip and started counting people off on her fingers.
"Lupin, Sirius, Me, Moody, Mundungus, and Tonks. Why? Dumbledore, we welcome you with open arms, but what are you doing here?"
"It's Minerva." Shaking, Dumbledore told Molly what had happened. She began to cry silently.
"Please Albus, stay here for tonight. Send Hagrid here, or back to Hogwarts to protect Harry. But please- stay here." She begged of him. Albus nodded. Molly hustled back into the house, and Albus slumped into an armchair.
Molly went into the other rooms and told everyone in the house what was going on. Lupin went to Dumbledore and talked to him.
"I'm so sorry Albus." He whispered. "But, she could still be alive. You have too keep hoping and dreaming." Dumbledore nodded. Lupin showed him to his room, and then went to send an owl to Hagrid. Albus supposed he could have charmed towels into the room, but a few minutes later, Molly came bustling in with some. Dumbledore didn't acknowledge her presence.
"Albus," she began, as she sat on the foot of the bed. "Professor McGonagall will be okay." But he didn't answer. "You really love her don't you? You two are in love."
"Yes." He said. Her comment seemed to wake him up from his spell. "I didn't think anyone knew that." He looked at her. "I've known for awhile. It was from an old memory- from when I was back in school." Dumbledore looked at her curiously, and Molly continued.
"It was during my fourth year. There were rumors going around- rumors about Professor McGonagall, and you Dumbledore, at the beginning of the year. They progressed throughout the fall. Minerva was eating differently, and into November, wouldn't transform into a cat in Transfiguration class, as she normally would. She also carried herself differently; kinder, less intimidating, softer sort of. She was less stern- she had a glow of happiness about her. But the oddest part of it all was how the two of you acted toward each other. You were close, very close. How your eyes followed her wherever she went, how you whispered in her ear during every meal. How she smiled at you. And how you treated her as if she were made of the finest glass, how, if anything hurt her, physically or emotionally, she would shatter into a million pieces." Albus smiled softly at the memories. Molly continued.
"It was of course, impossible to see any change in her body under her billowing robes. However, after a very smart student found out that it's hazardous while pregnant to change to an animagus form, and the observant students watched her for a time, it was very easy to put 2 and 2 together. We never let the teachers know that we were on to the secret. But it was obvious that you were the father. Many thought that you were married. But, in January, I saw something that I shouldn't have." Albus looked up, startled. Molly bit her lip, and slowly continued.
"at that time, the doors at the school liked to change places. Frequently, the door to the Transfiguration room, and Professor McGonagall's office would switch- and when you were going into one place, you would end up in the other. And that's what happened to me. I was headed to the classroom for a study group- we had a rather large test coming up, and by accident, entered her office. You were there, holding her in your arms. And she was crying. You were crying too.
"I'm here, sweetheart, I'm here." You said to her. And she just cried- but in the tears, I could make out the words, "I'm sorry Albus." I was so shocked that I ran out quietly, and neither of you noticed my interruption. I never have repeated what I saw until now. I told none of my classmates, and slowly, when she became strict and even more intimidating, when her glow was gone, and when your behavior toward one another changed back to how it had been in years past; the students believed they were mistaken, that she wasn't pregnant, and the rumors were buried, and never brought up again." Molly looked at Albus closely. "But the rumors were true, weren't they? She had been pregnant. But then something happened." Albus nodded sadly.
"She lost the baby, didn't she?" Molly said softly. Albus nodded again. "Oh, Albus, I'm so sorry. Poor, poor professor McGonagall." The tears flowed from both of their eyes.