A story that relates Harry Potter and Minerva McGonagall.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, or settings or anything, everything you see here except the storyline belongs to JK Rowling.
(This is my first fic so don't be too critical)
Thank you all for your great reviews! I cannot update very regularly and I have to make the chapter short, as I am very busy!
Minerva was walking through the corridors looking for Harry when she had a flashback to the first time her and Albus met.
She had been walking through Hogsmeade when she had caught the eye of a very handsome man with auburn hair. She had no idea who he was but she felt strangely drawn to him. She had decided to confront this wonderful man and ask him if he would like to go to the Three Broomsticks with her when he came up to her and asked her what her name was. She had naturally replied and to her great surprise he had asked her to marry him! There and then! Of course Minerva would never marry someone that she had just met on the street, but she had asked him if he would like to go to the Three Broomsticks with her. Time passed and they became better and better friends, and one day when he said that she had applied for the Transfiguration post at Hogwarts he had repeated his question. This time she had taken it seriously and agreed. And so it happened that Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore were married.
But those days had long gone, and now she was worried that her grandson would never speak to her again.