A/N-Wahoo! Okay, chapter two is up! I tried to make this as gushy as possible...very cliche, but this will do! I'm trying to make this story a little less...random as you may call it. But randomness is awesome! Please Review!
"Professor Flitwick, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall asked in the darkness. He was starting to make her really nervous.
"Minerva...," he said softly.
She wasn't able to hear her name called, because she ran out of his charm's class. That was the last time she'd be having dinner with somebody other than Dumbledore. Which meant she would be eating dinner alone for all her life. McGonagall decided that it was getting late, and she was quite tired so she went to her office. Then with a small wave of her wand, a twin bed appeared in the middle of the circular room. She let her long black hair fall down. Her body slipped under the checkered blanket, and she fell into a deep sleep. When her eyes reopened, someone was watching her from the side of the bed. She gasped, and quickly grabbed her wand from the desktop. When she looked at the person, he reminded her of someone. He had long gray hair, and an equally long beard. His eyes were a shining blue, and wore half-moon spectacles. This man looked just like Albus Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall was shocked, and pointed her wand at him.
"What are you!" she yelled out.
What was this thing? Maybe it was a boggart trying to bring back what she most feared...her great memories that have brought her much pain.
"I am Albus Dumbledore, my dear Minerva," he said, walking towards her. She stood her ground, and her thin lip turned even thinner.
"Albus is gone! What fool do you think I am?" she screamed.
Tears were running down her pale face. This was to much. He looked like Albus, and it just made the reality come back. The whole summer she had been weeping by herself, over her dear friend. And now this ass was trying to make the sadness come back! She used a stunning spell on him, and he froze and fell over. She bound this man with ropes to a chair, and then unfroze him.
"Okay, who are you, and what are you doing pretending to be Albus?" she asked cooly. If this man was going to say anything, she'd have to speak to him calmly.
"Professor McGonagall, please let me say my story before you interrogate me more," he asked with a special glint in his eyes. She couldn't help it, and allowed him to tell his story.
"As you probably know, Professor Snapehas killed the "supposedly" me. But that was just a mere clone of me that I made with some ancient and old magic. It was all my plan, and it seemed that he had fallen for this. ...Voldermont has found my weakness...That for many decades I have been protecting a special treasure. He has been trying to find out what this treasure is, and if he finds it much devestation shall overcome the wizarding and the muggle world. If he thinks I'm dead, then he shall not further this investigation," he said as though this was not a big deal. But for McGonagall this was a big deal.
How was she supposed to believe this? This man was claiming that he was the long gone Albus? There was only one way to prove what he was saying is true.
"I shall call the potion's master to bring me a little bit of veritasseum. It's a good thing we always keep a batch handy," she said walking over to an owl she had recently bought. Minerva quickly wrote a note, and attached it to owl. It gave her a small peck on the arm, and then flew out of the open window.
"Very well, what was this treasure that you wanted to be kept so secret, that you would be willing to give your life? And since you're going to be running the school againm wouldn't You-Know-Who know that you're back?"she asked trying to sound intelligent.
"That's just it, I can't run the school. You're doing quite a good job right now anyways...," he then had to pause. The new potion's master stepped in with a small vial of Vertiasseum.
"Her you go Madam McGonagall, and I have also brought a vial of the antidote," he said showing a pink glowing vial. She thanked him, and took both of the vials.
"By the way, what exactly is your name? And did you also give your applicant papers to Professor Flitwick? I accidently forgot to mention that," she asked embarassed. It seemed that she was always embarassed when this new professor was around.
"I am Chris Rossiche. I used to go to Hogwarts about two years after you graduated. I was a Ravenclaw, and I had delivered my resume to Professor Flitwick," he said with a quick bow and left the room. Now, she could concentrate on this imposter. She so badly wished that this man was actually the real thing though. But wishing is for the naive, and she needs to stick with logic and reality. He took the Veritasseum voluntarily, and then suddenly became quite silent.
"Who are you?" she asked. Her fists were clenched together so tightly, that her eyes were wincing in pain.
"I am Albus Dumblefore, first order or Merlin, and of course on the chocolate frog cards," he replied obediently.
"Everything that I had asked you when I bound you to the chair...was it true?" he gave a nd in acknowledgement. That was all that she needed to know
Professor McGonagall and gave him the bubbling antidote. After he got that glint back in his eye, she knew that he was back to his normal self. When he took on look at her, she fell to her knees and weeped.
"Oh Albus...I was so sure you were...dead," she cried out. He knelt down, and lifted her chin so she would have to stare straight into his piercing eyes.
"Minerva...," he said softly. She just lay her head against his head, and let her tears run along his light blue robe. After ten more minutes of crying, she stood up and gave herself a stern look in a twelve foot mirror. Minerva McGonagall was used to crying in front of Albus Dumbledore. She had always been crying on her shoulder ever since they were kids. She could never cry in front of anybody, but he has always understood her the most. Albus had respected her, even if she did cry. Now she had to have some more questions answered.
"Albus, what was this treasure you were speaking of?" she asked calmly.
"I can not tell you Minerva my dear. If I do...Both of our lives would be in danger. If anything had happened to you again, I would never be able to forgive myself," he said solemnly.
She remembered the last time he had put her in danger, and that was the very first time. It was when he was her transfiguration teacher at her last year, and he had wanted to do a demonstration. He turned her into a dragon, and she had no control over herself. The aurors at the ministry of magic were about to kill her, until he calmed her down and was able to turn her back to a human. That was something he could never forgive himself about.
"Can't You-Know-Who sense that you're still alive? He shall be coming after you to steal the treasure shortly," she said sulky.
"With the last bit of magic I had, I was able to do a many series of things. I used an ancient magic over myself, so he would never be able to find me. But to not be sensed, I am not allowed to use witchcraft. That is another reason why you must be headmistress," he said acting like nothing happened. But to McGonagall this was a huge deal.
"What? Not be able to use magic? Hogwarts was the safest place, and now it is as vulnerable as a low down dump," she said. Dumbledore just shook his head.
"No, you're here protecting the school with your life. As long as you're here, everything will be safe," he said, as if everything was all right. But she was going frantic.
"Then what shall you do, you can't do magic, and you have to stay in hiding?" she asked. This seemed like an impossible task.
"Stay here with you of course! I still would never be able to leave my home! Just make sure that no one see's me," he said smiling. She returned the smile. She looked outside to the bright sun, and then made some breakfast appear for the two of them.
"Enjoy Albus!" she said, and they had a cheer with a glass or orange juice. They talked about her being headmistress, and how to get the respect back from the school.
"Show them respect Minerva. Respect them, and they shall respect you," he said, stabbing a fork into a sausage. She looked stunned.
"But Albus, I do show them high respect. I have not done anything that makes them feel mistreated, or insulted," she said leaning forward. This was going to be a bit of information that she would not want to miss.
"Minerva, I know you don't. Maybe "respect" wasn't the best word to use. Show them kindness, and try to keep your sharp tongue away," he said with a chuckle. She laughed with him also. It was true that she could be quite harsh on people.
"Oh Albus, I can't believe that you are alive...," she said brightly.
"Well, I do have to protect both of my precious treasures," he added in.
"Oh? And what is your other treasure?" she asked.
"You".
A/N-Okay, that's the second chapter! Like I said, it was gushy...kind of...but something happens in the next chapter. Bum bum bum...