Thank goodness I just learned how to upload another chapter...This story is one of my big ones, so I didn't want to end as a one-shot...Thanks, Yuhiru! I'm not about to save a whole bunch of docs to my computer, so I'll bulk up in chapters. I bring you...Chapters 1 and 2!

Chapter 1-Supposed Interviews and Lies

Minerva McGonagall walked through the halls of Hogwarts once more. She was summoned to the new Headmaster for a job opening.

"Chocolate Butterbeer," she muttered as the stairway opened.

"Good to see you again, Miss McGonagall--have a seat. Now, since I've stepped up to become Headmaster, it left a position for a Transfiguration professor. I thought you'd be a good candidate."

She was speechless. "Sir, uh...why me? I remember distinctly a girl in Ravencalw named Rebecca Stevens scoring hight than me..."

"No. I don't want her. I want you," he replied with a stare that peered deep into her being.

Minerva looked away. "Alright, I'll do it. When can I start?"

"Let me show you to your rooms." Oddly enough, the classroom was placed right next to his office... "Your bedroom is connected to the class to save time. Choose the password as you wish, but be sure to inform me in case I need you." As I've discovered that night, I might need you forever... he added as an afterthought.

"Professor, er, why did you choose me?" asked Minerva as they reached her bedroom door.

"I thought you were adequate for the job. For the record, I know for a fact that you graduated first in your advanced class--Rebecca Stevens graduated fifth. I don't appreciate lies, Minerva, even if it is used to humble yourself." She reddened in embarrassment, yet Albus thought she was positively glowing. "Get some sleep, and I'll see you in the morning."

"Alright.." she murmured.

Minerva looked around her room. It was coverred in shades of crimson and gold--her house colors. How very considerate...she thought. She changed her clothes and went to bed, dreaming of a night she thought was forgotten.o

Chapter 2- Questions or Declarations?

Minerva McGonagall was roaming the halls of Hogwarts the next morning. It's good to be back, she thought. Suddenly, she felt a light tap and a pair of sapphire eyes. She jumped and matched it with a pair of her own.

"Good morning, ma'am. So good to see you here...With all the things that happened yesterday, I didn't get to interview you."

Interview? I thought that came with the Rebecca Stevens bit..Hmm.."Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to that interview right now," Minerva said.

"Right this way, m'lady," he concluded.

Professor opened the door for the yong woman. He gestured her at a chair next to his desk. "Have a seat, and we'll start."

She sat down. "What's the first question?"

"What are your credentials on the field of Transfiguartion?"

I finished first in my Advanced T-fig class in the 7th year, as you very well know...Right after I graduated, I earned a full scholarship to Richards College for Transfiguration and Alchemy, where I received my bachelor and masters' degrees. As for now, I'm learning how to be an Animagus."

"What a very prestigious college and amitious following!" he exclaimed, pretending to be surprised. "Very well...What is your philosophy on education students?"

"I believe in teaching children the right way--without bribes, passes, and such. A student's motivation can't just reveal itself because of a teacher's doing--the educator herself has to lead them to wisdom and see it showing through a student's desire to learn."

Albus stood amazed at the you would-be professor. Was I really the man that taught this lady? She has grown maturely over the course of time...

"One last question.n What made you want to teach here at Hogwarts?"

"First of all, you Flooed me over here. My main reason, though, is that this is the school I'm most familiar with. I also like this school's history, its mysteries, and the memories I left behind..." Her electric blue eyes wre clouded with her seventh year past.

"What memories were you fond of, so fond of, in fact, that you care to treasure it so?" (a/n: I thought that was the last question!)

"Well, nay things...the day I received my letter, my sorting, the O.W.L.s and the N.E.W.T.s scores, and the night when I ki-"

Albus turned sharply while McGonagall bowed her head slightly. "Forget the last part--i wasn't worth a Knut anyways," she said.

"No! I mean, no, I'm pretty sure it's worth something if YOU remembered it."

"Oh, all right..it was the night when I--" Albus broke her off.

"--you kissed me."

"Is this interview over?" she shifter uncomfortably.

"Yes, well...Staff meeting in an hour..." Albus was goin to find another way to unbury that memory and make it real, even if it's the last thing he'll do. O

Damnnnn...y'all were right...these things ARE short..it looked longer on my notebook, but i'll try my best to lengthen it in some way...