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A/N: I just wanted to tell all of you how much I appreciated all the reviews you've left. And, I would also like to dedicate this chapter to one special reviewer, TartanLioness, because she is so great when it comes to reviewing my stories, which is absolute awesomeness, and also because she is leaving for five weeks and I will miss any reviews I might get from her. LOL! Well, here are your personal reviews as well. Remember… Read long and prosper!

TartanLioness: Well, here is that update I promised you, and be sure to read the Author's Note up above, just in case you didn't! wink wink I'll miss your reviews when you are gone. Where are you going?

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Mollisk: First of all, I am so thrilled that my fics are the reason you see Sevvie act like a normal human being, though I am going to have him pretend not to care when he is around everyone else, even if Minerva may see through it. And second of all, it makes ma feel great as an author to get reviews, so I figure since you are so nice to not only read my story but leave a great review as well, the least I can do is reply to them. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story. I'll try not to screw it up too bad, I promise! Hugs and kisses!

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Chapter Three: Not So Happy Dreams…

Minerva entered her room, feeling really confused and depressed. Who was she? Sure, now she knew her name, but even that was not complete. What was her last name? What was it that that Poppy woman had called her while they were downstairs? Minerva Katherine McGonagall? That was a good name, she supposed. After all, it was a start. And now, at least she knew a few things, though they didn't seem to make much sense. Could she really be a witch? If so, then it was truly an amazing thing. And she was also a teacher, apparently, and taught hundreds of children. Somehow, when she thought of this fact, she was suddenly filled with a sense of satisfaction. It just seemed to be a satisfying career to undertake, filling the minds of young men and women to take into the world with them.

She looked around her sitting room with a sense of sadness. If this was really all hers, why could she not remember any of it? There was a couch, which sat facing a beautiful fireplace, on which angels were carved. There was also a small desk, which looked to be very neat and orderly. And, as was evidence by the rest of her sitting room, she was a very meticulous and neat woman.

She went to the mantle of the fireplace and stared at the two pictures on the mantle. One was of a man and a woman. She did not know who they were, but she could tell that they were at a wedding, for she was wearing robes only a bride would wear and he was wearing groom robes. She looked closer at them, both smiling and waving at the camera. Perhaps that was a picture of her parents.

The other picture was of the man who had escorted her to her rooms just a few moments ago. Albus, she reminded herself. He was smiling as he looked down at the woman next to him. She felt a surge of confusion when she saw that the woman was, in fact, her. They were dancing in the picture, one which looked like it had been taken just recently. Then she noticed the tree in the background; it was glittering with shiny lights. It must have been Christmas time when this picture was taken. She smiled slightly when she saw how happy they looked, laughing and dancing together.

Then, she frowned slightly when she felt a strange twinge within her stomach as she stared at him. There was something about him that made her feel… odd. She couldn't describe it, but her stomach, for some reason, did flips every time she saw him. Shaking her head slightly, she turned and continued to examine her room. She was in the process of examining her desk when she came upon a red book. On the cover was a heart with a key going through it. This definitely intrigued her, so she opened it and looked at the front cover. It had her name in the top left cover, in writing which looked so familiar to her, and yet so unfamiliar. She turned the blank sheet of paper to the first page, which was dated just two weeks ago.

'Dear Diary,

'The war with Voldemort is raging and I do not know how long it is going to last. I wish it would just be over with so we can all get on with our lives. Albus, especially, seems to be taking it much harder than most. I can see it in his eyes, which are twinkling less and less every day. I hope, for everyone's sake as well as his, this war ends happily. Albus really cares for the all of us.'

Minerva stopped reading for a moment to ponder what she had just read. Who was Voldemort? And why were they fighting against him? So many questions, it seemed, and not enough answers. Whoever he was, she sensed that he was evil beyond comprehension. Just thinking his name sent shivers up and down her spine. She read on.

'Dear Diary,

'Oh, this awful war has got us all at our wits end. There are constant fights, not only with our enemies, but within our own group as well. At our last Order meeting, people were just arguing left and right about what needed to be done. Severus thought we should strike immediately before Voldemort has time to strike first. Remus thinks that we should stay low just a while longer and continue to do what we've been doing for months now. Everyone is fighting with everyone else, and I just don't know what should be done. But I know that I will do anything Albus decides we should do, for he's seen war and he knows what is best.'

Now, Minerva just had many more questions. The Order; Remus; fights… It all seemed too complicated for her to grasp, and yet she knew she had to. And what if the war with this Voldemort person was still going on?

She slammed the diary closed and stuffed it rather unceremoniously back into her desk. She didn't want to read any more of it until she had answers to the questions which she already had. Not to mention, she was tired and was in desperate need of some sleep. So, she stood and walked to the door which she assumed was her bedroom and opened it. She was relieved when it was her bedroom door and not a closet door or something. Walking in, she took a quick look around. She smiled when she saw how much she loved red and gold. Even her bed had red drapes and blankets, while she noted that the sheets and pillows were gold. She was not quite sure why she loved those colors so much, but assumed that she would learn that, as well, the next day, when she talked with Albus and that other man, Severus, was it? Shaking her head slowly, she got ready for bed, though it was with great difficulty. She couldn't remember where she kept her pajamas, so it took her five minutes of rummaging through her own drawers to find them.

Ooooooooooo

Albus was now pacing in his room, an angry frown upon his face. She didn't remember him, nor did she remember anyone else there at Hogwarts. In fact, she didn't even remember Hogwarts, or the fact that she was a witch. This worried him a great deal, and caused him to hit something several times. His anger would circulate at different things as he replayed what had happened in his mind over and over again. At first, his anger was directed toward Gildroy Lockhart. Why did that fool have to be good only at one bloody spell? And why did it have to be a memory loss spell? Then, he grew angry at the Death Eater who had bounced the spell off of him and cast it back at her. The bloody bastard! And finally, he grew angry with himself, for not being able to help Minerva more. Perhaps, if he hadn't continued fighting, and went to help her immediately, then she would not have had amnesia. He could have reversed the spell in time, and she would not be in her room right now, wondering who she was and who everyone else was.

He finally stopped pacing around long enough to stop in front of his fireplace mantle. On there, he had the same exact picture Minerva had on her mantle. It was, indeed, one of them the previous Christmas. They were having such a good time, despite the fact that Voldemort still threatened them. They had danced together almost all night, eaten a great meal, and enjoyed being with each other. He sighed heavily as he thought of how they might never have those times together again. How could they be comfortable with each other now? He knew they could never have what they once had. For so long they had been close friends, and were able to tell each other anything that was upon their minds. Well, almost anything.

Albus sighed as he thought of how he had never been able to tell her how much he loved her. Despite all the brave things he had done, he was such a coward when it came to admitting his feelings for her. And now, he could definitely not admit his love for her. Not when she was already so frightened, lost, and confused. She didn't even remember their friendship, how could he hope to tell her how he felt now? It would only frighten her more and send her even more into seclusion. That was not what she needed at this point. What she needed was to know that she was loved by everyone there and that they were all there for her now, when she needed it the most.

So, he went into his bedroom and lay down, trying to sleep. But it was all in vain. He simply could not sleep. So, after an hour of trying to fall asleep, he stood up and left, heading for the kitchens.

Just as he left the steps which lead to his rooms, he heard a cry of surprise. It came from Minerva's room, so he darted there quickly and ran into her rooms. He looked around her sitting room and was about to call out for her when he heard her cry out once again. It was coming from her bedroom, so he once again ran in, scared for what he might find.

His eyes grew wide when he saw her thrashing around on her bed, her eyes closed, and tears spilling from the corners of them. She was shaking her head and hitting at her sheets violently, as if trying to hit someone from behind her. And she continued to call out random things, every now and then throwing in names that he did not recognize. He quickly gathered his thoughts and ran to the side of her bed.

"Minerva, shhh, calm down my dear," he said soothingly. He tried to grab her hand, but she only slapped his hand away. After only a few more tries, he did the only thing that he could think of to do. He climbed into the bed and grabbed hold of her shoulders, bringing her up into a warm embrace. She was still thrashing around, but not as much. He muttered warmly to her until she woke up and jumped with a start.

"Albus," she whispered, looking up at him. "What-What are you doing here? And in my bed?" she asked. He loosened his grip on her, but didn't let her go, and smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry, my dear, but you were crying and shouting in your sleep," he replied softly. "I tried to wake you, but every time I tried to shake you awake or grab your hand, you slapped me away." Minerva nodded slowly, and pulled herself away from him. Though it was kind of him to help her, and though she liked how safe she felt in his arms, she still did not really know him, and therefore didn't think it was proper to stay in his arms. She swung her legs over the side of her bed and sat there, her back to him.

"Thank you, Profess- I mean, Albus," she said. This display of the cold shoulder made Albus very sad. He didn't understand why felt that way. After all, what did he expect her to do? Allow him to hold her in his arms like he always wanted to? He mentally slapped himself for even thinking such a thing.

"You're welcome, Minerva," he said. He stood and was about to leave when she stopped him.

"Please, don't go," she begged. This sudden request confused both of them. Albus didn't think she would ever have asked such a thing of him, especially now. And Minerva didn't know why, but having Albus around seemed to help her feel at ease. He looked at her, his eyebrows raised.

"Is something wrong, my dear?" he asked. She looked down at her hands, feeling ashamed for asking him to do so.

"I-I had a bad dream," she finally admitted. "And I don't think I can be alone right now. Not after what I dreamed." She hated herself for sounding so child-like, but she couldn't help it. She had had a nightmare, and right now she needed to be with someone. He smiled and, conjuring up a chair, sat in it. Minerva watched the simple task with wide eyes.

"Gods, it's real," she breathed out. Albus smiled slightly at the way Minerva said it. It was as if a muggle child had just watched a 'magician' conjure a rabbit out of his hat at a birthday party.

"So, Minerva," he said, more seriously now. "Why don't you tell me of your dream and I'll see if I can help." Minerva nodded and wiped away the remaining tears she had in the corners of her eyes.

"Okay," she whispered. She then proceeded to tell him of her dream…

/Minerva's Dream…/

Minerva was walking over a long, vast wasteland. There was smoke in different areas, and all around her, there were dead bodies. She didn't know who those bodies were, but she sensed a deep loss. None of the bodies had faces, but she knew they somehow belonged to her side. She continued on, not sure of what she was looking for. She walked for what seemed like hours, just looking and not saying a word. Then, it happened.

A tall, dark figure appeared right in front of her. He had a menacing look upon his face, his eyes red as blood and his face as pale as Dracula's. He smiled devishly at her, and laughed deeply within his throat.

"My, my, my," he chuckled. "How the proud have fallen."

"Who are you?" she hissed. "What do you want of me?" The man didn't answer, only reached his hand out to her face. She slapped him straight across the face and began to run. She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't know who it was that began following her, but she knew that she absolutely had to get away. But then, he began to speak to her. He was saying all sorts of evil things to her, and his voice seemed to be coming from all around, and not from just behind her. And then, she felt blackness fall all around her, encompassing her in nothingness. She just kept screaming and calling out names, names which she didn't even know, and hitting the air every time she thought she felt something pass her.

/End Minerva's Dream…/

By the time Minerva had ended her story, she was crying again. Albus pulled her into another embrace and soothed her as best he could. He sighed a sigh of relief when he felt her relax and sob into his shoulder. At least she was no longer scared of him, which was good.

Minerva didn't know why, but she felt really comfortable around him. And so she allowed herself to cry, right there, with someone who was supposedly her good friend. She didn't know why, but he made her feel at ease. And when she fell asleep, Albus laid her in her bed, pulled the sheets over her, and fell asleep in a cot he conjured, just in case she had any more nightmares. Suddenly, he felt really tired, and had no trouble with falling asleep.

A/N2: Okay, there you guys go. I hope this chapter didn't seem too O.O.C! I hope you like it. And I don't know when I'll be able to update, cuz I'm going to Laguna Hills tonight, not sure when I'll be back, and then I'm going to Modesto this week, not sure when or how long, but I'll update as soon as I can afterward, ok? Love ya lots! Always Hopeful