Albus looked down on the new inhabitant in the hospital wing wondering who on earth this person was. So far no one there at Hogwarts recognized her. All he could do was wait until she woke up, and according to his head healer Madame Pomfrey that could still be a few days away.

"Any change with our new guest?" Albus turned to see Minerva standing at the door way.

"No, still in this dream state." He got up and stretched his legs, "It may be another day or two before we can get some answers."

Minerva crossed the room to him, "Albus we must take this seriously," her Scottish brogue began to thicken with worry, "With everything that is going on outside these walls, the fact that we have no idea who this woman is or how she managed to get passed all of our wards without setting off one." Minerva glanced at the sleeping form before her. "There is no record of anyone entering our campus at all the day that she arrived. How is that even possible?"

Albus' brow furrowed as he walked towards the window across the room. Pausing at it he looked outside down to the courtyard. He could see the comings and goings of his precious wards, all of them filled with a curious nature he could only hope to continue to help grow. His chest warmed with a familiar sense of protection, "I couldn't agree more Minerva."

Minerva sighed exasperated, "Then what are we to do?"

He looked back at the stranger laying under his roof near the students he swore to guide and protect, "We continue to wait. We watch, and when she wakes…" He looked at Minerva with a determined stare, "We do whatever is necessary to keep the inhabitants of Hogwarts safe."

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It had been a total of four days and still no sign of consciousness. The professors at Hogwarts had been guarding their guest in shifts, making sure no matter what happened that someone would be there in case she woke and proved herself to be hostile. It was currently Minerva's shift, she had just replaced Slughorn and was currently settling into the new publication of Transfiguration Weekly. She couldn't help but look over toward the sleeping form, she had to admit the woman was actually quite beautiful.

Her curls were this remarkable chestnut brown, with golden highlights spread throughout; as if the sun had kissed each strand personally to make it such a lovely hue. Minerva could see freckles lining the bridge of her nose on her lightly tanned face. There was a marking that she could barely notice going down the back of her neck, unfortunately to get a better look Minerva would have had to turn the woman over. She continued to study the features of her face, before her eyes landed on the woman plush lips. A sweet pink rose color, with a freckle right on the top left corner of her upper lip.

Getting up Minerva stretched, releasing the tension that had been building in her body from sitting down. She may not be old but life at thirty five was proving to be more strenuous on her body than she wanted it to be. She began to walk around the room to stretch her legs before stopping at the mirror Poppy had in the corner of the room. She looked at her figure and took in her own form. She was still very fit for 35, tall and slender. Her hair was the same raven black that all of the McGonagall woman were known for. Taking a step closer Minerva placed her fingertips on her cheek. Her skin was perfect, to say the least, not a single mark upon it. Her mother used to say it reminded her of a porcelain doll. Personally Minerva had always liked her skin the most in contrast with her piercing green eyes. They reminded her of these beautiful emerald earrings her grandmother would wear.

Minerva continued to stare at her own reflection for a moment thinking to herself how she wondered what color her sleeping companions eyes might be before sighing and glancing in the mirror towards her. Upon looking back she found herself shocked to find two stunning hazel eyes staring back at her.