My apologies for the short length of this chapter but I believe it will help you to realize why the memories haunt Minerva so much. Thank you, again, for all the reviews. You are the people who make writers like me keep going! Thanks again!

Anger flooded Albus' eyes.

"Lucius Malfoy?" Minerva looked away so she wouldn't have to face him.

"Yes."

"What did he do to you?" When Minerva didn't answer, he grabbed her by the shoulders. "What did he do Minerva! Tell me now!" All the pain, anger, and frustration that Minerva had been hiding for eleven years came to a boiling point. When Albus grabbed her shoulders, memories of the horrid experience came flooding back. She pushed him away.

"Don't touch me!" She tried to back away from him but he was too quick for her. He pulled her close again and demanded to know what had happened.

"What happened Minerva?!? What did he do to you? What did Lucius Malfoy do?!! I need to know now!"

"He raped me! Now let me go!" Albus, out of shock, let go of her shoulders and she fell into the pillows, sobbing out all the pain and anguish. Albus sat watching her, still in shock over what she had just said.

In another part of the castle, Neville had finally agreed to go along with the trio's plan.

"Ok, but you're sure we won't get caught."

"Not if you follow the plan Neville. We've done this a lot of times and it's always for the best!" Hermoine frowned at Ron's statement but had to agree.

"It will be fine Neville. I promise. I won't let Harry and Ron get you in trouble."

"Harry and me? What about you Miss Hermoine?"

"I don't get in trouble."

"Oh yeah right!"

"Alright Hermoine, Ron, calm down. You two better start getting along or your fighting is going to get us caught." The two nodded, still glaring at one another. "Good, now, we put the plan into action tomorrow morning. I think we'd better get to sleep if we want to be rested for tomorrow night. Remember, take in everything you can during the day and remember it all. We'll meet here after dinner and then go to the dungeons."

"Harry, what about McGonagall? She comes to check right after dinner."

"I'll take care of that!" The trio looked at Neville in astonishment. He had only agreed to come along, not help with anything.

"Neville, how can you take care of McGonagall? She notices everything!" Ron was worried that Neville wouldn't be able to do the job.

"I have an idea. Just let me do it. Please, trust me." Harry knew that Neville wanted to help, in order to stop his nightmares.

"Alright Neville. You can do it. But, if I may ask, how?"

"It's easy. I'll just tell her I lost Trevor again. She always helps me look for him. I'll tell her I think he is somewhere in the Great Hall. That way, while we're looking for him, you three can go into the dungeons."

"But how will you get down there?"

"Well, McGonagall always gives up after about an hour. Someone just come wait for me at the entrance to the dungeons. I'll head back to Gryffindor Tower alone, telling her that I will be fine going back without her. Then I'll meet you." Harry looked at Ron and Hermoine. Ron shrugged his shoulders.

"It's better than anything I can think of. Let's do it!" All four agreed on Nevill's newly formed plan and decided to head to bed.

In the room to the left of the blocked corridor, a hooded figure moved quickly into the fireplace. With its wand, it tapped on the blocks, the blocks that formed a V. A doorway formed and the figure stepped into the next room. It moved quickly out of the room and into the corridor, past the barrier, towards the fourth room on the right. The door was gone because the impact that hit it when Minerva performed the countercurse caused it to crumble to pieces. The figure stepped through the doorway and looked around the room. Anger ran through its body as it turned and fixed the door.

"I will get you for this, Minerva. I swear I will." On the old chalkboard, the figure left a note. With his wand out, he wrote in the air which transferred itself to the board.

If you do not come back to me, Minerva McGonagall, then I will kill him while he sleeps. You must make the choice.

The figure exited out the other end of the dungeon and headed back to its cave for a bit of rest. Harry woke with a start. His scar was burning like mad.

"Ron!" But Ron had already been awakened by Neville's screams. He was again having the nightmare and Dean, Seamus, and Ron were unsuccessfully trying to wake him. Ron heard Harry's voice and left Seamus and Dean to Neville.

"What is it Harry?"

"My scar, Ron, it's burning bad." Ron's eyes widened.

"And Neville's nightmare...."

"I think we should go get McGonagall."

"Right. Are you alright to go along?"

"Yea...I'm fine. Let's go."

They told Dean and Seamus of their plans and headed quickly towards Professor McGonagall's chambers. They never would have expected what they were about the find.