"Albus! Mr.Rossiche!" she cried out. She ran inside the cupboard, and locked the door. She felt Mr.Rossiche's face. Heat was still coming out of it, and he had a pretty good pulse. It seemed like he was just sleeping. But when she checked on Dumbledore, it was a different story. His face cold, and he looked pale. His breathing was very rasp, and it seemed like he has been declining in health quickly these last few days. This made her scared.

"Locomoter Rossiche, and Dumbledore!" they levitated and answered to the wave of her wand. She whispered a few incantations, and they both became invisible. Minerva ran over to her office to let them down there, and see how she could get them back into full health. She ran over to her office, and let them down lightly on a couch. She wanted to go and scream for Madam Pomfrey, but that would let off Albuses secret ad that was something that she had to take a lot of care on. Minerva went over to the bathroom, and grabbed two hot bath towels. In Muggle Studies, it was said that this may make the human's conditions a little more stable. It was rubbish to her, but still she put it on there heads. Mr.Rossiche was starting to wake up.

"Owwww...I feel like somebody hit my head with a large rock," he said rubbing the back of his head. Minerva gave a sigh of relief, but was still secretly worried about Albus.

"You know what Professor Rossiche? I wouldn't be surprised. Now, tell me exactly what happened. Gilderoy told me an absurd story that he was using polyjuice potion to turn into Albus, so he would get all the fame and glory. Please tell me that it's not true," she said flicking her wand and two cups of tea appeared. The china wasn't as nice as she would usually use with Dumbledore.

"Well, that is pretty much what happened. One day I walked into your office to have a word with Dumbledore, and I saw Gilderoy in there. I've heard about what had happened, and I was quite petrified to know that he was out of St.Mungo's. He didn't notice that I was there, and walked right past me. I followed him, and saw him going into a broom closet, and there was Professor Dumbledore. I still stayed hidden, and followed him again. I saw him putting the hair into a small vial and drink it. He had turned into Professor Dumbledore with the Polyjuice Potion! I ran inside and tried to stop him, but I've never been good at Defense Against the Dark Arts. He stunned me, and I guess stuffed me into the broom closet also. And that's how I became to come here!" he said with a small smile.

"Very well, please leave and go attend to your classes," she said with a sharp tone. He gave her a quick glance, and then left. Now, it was time for her to tend to Albus. She tried many spells that were in his leather books, but none of them were working. She levitated him over to the small room with the bed in it. She layed him on it, and pulled the covers over him.

"Albus...," she said and crawled inside the bed also and weeped. Her best friend...She almost thought that he was her lover. But it was truly Lockhart. Her heart felt broken into two. The thing that she had wished for the most she thought had happened. It almost felt like somebody offering you a sherbert lemon, and then taking it back when you're getting to the best part. A soft moan was heard.

"Albus, Albus are you all right?" she asked looking up at him. His eyes were open, but he looked very weak. She got up, and tried some more spells. Still, none of them worked. Whatever Lockhart did, it must have been very strong. Even strong enough to have Minerva not find the cure.

"Wa...Water," he gasped out. She used a spell and a glass of water appeared. He was so weak that he couldn't move any part of his body. She brought the glass up to his lips, and let it into his mouth carefully. She put it on a little coffee table, and wiped her tears away. It wasn't a good feeling to see Albus weak. Minerva had always felt safe when she was around him, but now since he can't use any magic, everything was very difficult for the both of them.

"What else do you need Albus? Anything at all?" she asked in a worried tone. Her throat was dry, and it felt like a lump was stuck there. He shook his head, and dozed off. She would need to cancel her Transfiguration classes to tend to his needs. She could call Nymphadora Tonks. Nymphadora had always been good at Transfiguration, so that would work. Minerva walked over to her fireplace, and put some rubble into it. The fire went green, and she stuck her head into the fire. Tonks was found at the headquarters.

"Nymphadora, could you subsitute for me a while at Hogwarts?" she asked worried. Tonks must have noticed her tone, because she nodded and Minerva gave a sigh of relief. Minerva got her head out of the fireplace, and brushed the soot out of her hair. She went over to her desk, and answered some letters and read a letter from the Minister of Magic.

"Minerva McGonagall,

The Ministry of Magic does not believe that you are suitable to be the headmistress of Hogwart's. We shall be awaiting for your reply, and your hearing shall be at October 31. Enjoy!

Minister of Magic"

Minerva checked her calender. It was September twenty-first. Why was she not suitable to be the headmistress of Hogwart's? Nothing huge had happened that would impact the school. Everything that did make an impact was kept a secret. She finished up her paperwork, ate dinner, checked in on Albus and saw that he was still asleep. She was feeling quite sleepy herself, and crawled into bed with him. Minerva fell to a quick sleep, and woke up to the sound of his voice.

"Food!" he yelled out. She called up a house elf, and he brought up some eggs and toast and bowed. He had regained some of his strength, but not enough to feed himself. Minerva slipped some eggs into his mouth, and after a few more bites he refused food.

"Come on Albus! If you ever want to get better, you'll need to eat!" she said holding up the toast. He ate some bites of that, and then she gave him a sip of orange juice. There were many things Minerva had never imagined she'd ever do, and feeding Albus was one of them. Finally, the toast was done, and only a little bit of the eggs were left. She made the tray vanish, and looked at Dumbledore with caring eyes.

"You'll need to try to move around a little bit. Come on, raise your arm!" she said. She saw his hand come out of the covers, but his arm could not go any farther. Minerva smiled at him and nodded.

"That's a start".

"How many words can you say Albus?" she asked.

"I...I can still...Speak...But it hurts my throat," he said in a hoarse voice. She smiled again. This was a sign that he wasn't going to die, and him not dying could put a smile on anyone's face. She put a finger to his lips.

"Then you won't have to," she said with a smile. If anybody other than Albus saw her being this tender, the could've sworn that it wasn't her.

"Tabby," he whispered. She turned into her Animangus form, and curled up ontop of him, and started purring loudly. He had enough strength to bring his hand up, and pet her. Minerva looked over at him, and saw a healthy smile. His long silver beard had turned even more pale, and his hair had also. Albus didn't look as pale, but still was at a unhealthy color. She could've sworn that she saw some rosiness in his cheeks though. When Dumbledore dozed off again, she pounced off the bed and left her office. Since recent events, only three people know her password. Professor Rossiche, Professor Sprout, and Albus. Minerva ran outside. With four legs, it was very easy to get to the green houses. Professor Sprout was alone, and Minerva started scratching the door. She opened the door, and Professor McGonagall pouced inside. She changed back to her human form and smiled at Professor Sprout.

"Ah, I haven't seen you for such a long time. So, how has headmistress life been treating you?"

"Very difficult, they are thinking of giving me an expolsion, but I'll probably still be able to stay at Hogwart's. I shudder to think if that Umbridge woman comes back."

"Why? You haven't done anything wrong? We could almost swear that Albus was still teaching...The Mandrake's are sprouting wonderfully this year! It's a shame that they're is no students petrified," Professor Sprout said, trying to change the subject. Minerva understood this, and smiled.

"I don't think about his death anymore. I just think about...Him," she said. It embarassed her to say these words, but it probably didn't mean anything to Professor Sprout. Would it hurt just to tell one more person?

"That's good. You were very mournful this summer. Though I must say many of us were. Me and Albus were very close. I could've sworn that he had a crush on me, ever since I mentioned how handsome he looked in his ear muffs!" Professor Sprout said like a giggling school girl. Though Professor Sprout's attitude was almost like a bubbly girl. But now that she is mature, her bubbliness had worn off quite a bit.

"You two did? Wow, I never thought of it," Minerva said mischeviously.

"Yes. Sometimes I'd want to catch him during a normal dinner, but he said that he's always been to busy during dinner. Albus has so much work to do!" she said watering some plants. One of them tried to eat the watering can, until she pulled it out of it's jaw.

"He was definitely busy at dinner. He had many people to tend to," she said with a smirk. Minerva knew that each one of those times Professor Sprout had asked him to dinner, she had been having dinner with him. But Minerva had alway had dinner in there office together.

"Yeah, we might of even had kids if he was still alive," she said dreamily. Professor McGonagall had a hard time to hide her laughter. She was able to diguise it as coughing.

"Isn't he a little to old?"

"No! If we're in love me and Albus should do everything," Professor Sprout said.

"Are you sincerely sure that he loves you?" Minerva asked seriously.

"Yes! I am so sure!"

"All right then...I'll see you around," Minerva said, as she was walking out of the greenhouse. But Professor Sprout followed her.

"Oh Minerva! Let's have dinner together!" she asked happily. Professor McGonagall gave a silent scowl.

"I'm very busy today. Maybe sometimes later," she said, trying to leave Professor Sprout behind. Professor Sprout still follwed her. Minerva was sick of it. She turned into her Animagus form, and left her quickly. When she got back to her office, Minerva changed the password. It would be terrible if Professor Sprout had come in. She went in to check on Albus.

"Albus? Are you feeling any better?" she asked looking over to him He was wide awake.

"I do feel much better Minerva, thank you. I believe I shall be out of bed soon enough...But someone came to visit me today," he said with a serious face.

"Who?"

"The minister of Magic."