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A/N: Wow and wow again! Thank you so much to those of you who have reviewed. I hope you guys like this chapter too. I will do my best. And, here are your personal responses.

Alesia G: Yes, I thought of that. Hehe. Albus is definitely going to have a tough time trying to tell her all the things she needs and/or wants to know without letting her know of his true feelings. And I even thought of this one particular conversation she's going to have with Poppy where she finds out that… Oh dear, I have said too much already. You'll just have to find out later!

SherbertKitty: I am glad that you are waiting for the next installments of this story, and thank you so much for calling me a great author and for calling this a great story. I really appreciate it.

Leta McGotar: Yeah, it is all so familiar to her, and yet so strange. That is one of my favorite aspects of this story. She knows something about her life, but then again she doesn't. And it is going to be tough for her to figure out her true feelings for Albus.

DamesFan: Yeah, everyone will be having a great story or two to be telling Min. Let's just hope that she gets her memory back soon, eh?

East of the Sun: Well, I don't like any of my readers to be angry with me, especially those who chose to leave a review, so I thought I should not leave you waiting any longer. Here you go!

Joelpup62: Don't you worry about a thing. Min will get her memory back, eventually. And as for the dream… let us just leave it at that for now.

mmcgonagall: Yeah, I know. You don't always get to see Min's soft side, so I thought I might be different. I wanted to do something that no one else has, so that is why I decided to go a little differently in this story.

Silver Sorceress: Wow, you were in London when it happened? I feel bad for you. Talk about a damper in a trip. Oh well, at least you've gone. I've never been there, though I would like to. And thank you so, so, so much for your kind words. They are deeply appreciated.

Mollisk: Thank you. Hmm, the queen of fluffy one shots? Well, I dunno about "queen", but I'm not gonna try and take words out of your mouth. Hehe. LOL. JK. Now as for humor, I will try and put humor in here. I'll have to think of a clever way of doing it and not messing with the plot, but I'm sure I'll figure something out. It'll just be a little harder than normally because Minerva doesn't remember anything. But I promise, I shall do my best to make this fic humorous! And that's a copyrighted promise, too! PROMISE © Always Hopeful!

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Chapter Six: A Day With Albus…

Once breakfast was over, the teachers all dispersed, and Albus and Minerva were left at the entrance of the Great Hall. Albus looked at her.

"Well, my dear, what do you say to a walk around the lake while I tell you anything you know?" he asked.

"Actually, Albus, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind coming with me to my rooms for a few moments. You see, I found something which looks like to be my diary, and there are some things I would like to ask you about." Albus shifted nervously.

"Are you sure that I would be the perfect choice to help you with something so personal in your diary?" he asked. "Surely, Poppy or Pomona would be the better choice? Even Xiomara would-," He stopped when he saw her frown slightly and look down. "Alright, since it is important to you, I'll go with you." She perked up and they walked off to her rooms together. He didn't know why she wanted him to go with her, but he felt sure that it must be because she felt comfortable with him.

Minerva did, in fact, feel very comfortable with Albus by her side. She felt safe and very protected with him there, and she was sure that he was very trustworthy indeed. After all, he must have been a very close friend indeed, if he had been comfortable enough to stay with her the previous night to comfort her.

They entered her rooms and within a matter of seconds, she was at her desk, once again pulling out the red diary she had read the night before. She opened up to the first page she had read and pointed to it.

"Here," she said, pointing to the name which was so unfamiliar. "Who is Voldemort? And why are we at war with him?" Albus smiled slightly as he read the dairy. He looked at her.

"Well, first of all, I would like to say that we are no longer at war with Voldemort," he said. "So you no longer have to worry about that. Harry Potter, one of your previous students, defeated him not even twenty four hours ago." Minerva's eyes widened.

"Really?" she asked. "Wow, then I suppose it is a good thing that I didn't lose my memory until after it all happened." Albus smiled sadly.

"Yes, but it is an even bigger pity that you don't have a memory at all. I would love for you to remember the first day of our freedom." Minerva sighed.

"I wish that too," she said. "Well, please continue." Albus looked at the first passage once more and continued.

"Now, as to 'who' Voldemort was, he was the most evil wizard we've had since Grindlewald in 1945; he used the Dark Arts to turn everyone against everyone who was good. We've been at war with him for quite some time."

"Oh," frowned Minerva, her brow furrowed. "Was he a student here? At Hogwarts, I mean." Albus smiled.

"Ah, yes, more than fifty years ago. He went by the name Tom Riddle, then." Minerva nodded. Tom Riddle. Riddle. That name seemed so familiar. But then again, everything seemed so familiar, and yet so far off. She knew that name, and hoped to find out what it meant before it drove her completely insane. They looked back down at the diary, looking at the second passage. Albus smiled when he read the part about how Minerva would stay by his side, no matter what.

"Always a trustworthy friend, my dear," he said when he pointed out that particular sentence. She blushed. Albus smiled. It wasn't often he saw Minerva blush. In fact, she had blushed more within the past twelve hours or so than he had ever seen her in her whole teaching career. "Now, the Order of the Phoenix, or just 'the Order', for short, was created not too long after the first demise of Lord Voldemort. It was for all those who fought against him, and would continue to do so until he was finished. There are quite a few members, and was an organization I had founded myself. Members include Arthur and Molly Weasly, Remus Lupin, whom you shall meet soon, I expect, Severus, and James and Lily Potter, Harry Potter's parents. As I've mentioned before, he was the one who was in a great prophecy to kill Voldemort." Albus went on to explain, as best he could, about the prophecy, but stopped when he noticed Minerva rubbing her head.

"Perhaps this is all just a bit too much for you to handle at the moment," he said. He set the red diary down on the desk. "Perhaps we should save the rest for another time, shall we?" Minerva nodded.

"Yes, thank you very much," she said.

"Shall we go for that walk around the lake now?" Minerva nodded again.

"Yes, Albus, I think I should like that very much indeed." Albus smiled and, offering her his arm, walked her out of her rooms and onto the grounds.

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They walked around the lake twice before Minerva felt the need to ask more questions about herself.

"So, what about my family? Surely I must have brothers or sisters, perhaps children?" Albus scratched his head. The first part, he could deal with. But children? She had always wanted children of her own, and had mentioned it on several occasions, but had never had any.

"Well, Minerva, you actually have no family, I am sorry to say," said Albus. "Your parents died when you were still rather young and attending Hogwarts. They died when they were fighting Grindlewald, the Dark Lord before Voldemort. Your brother Hermes was killed three years ago by Voldemort's Death Eaters when he refused to give them any information concerning you or your life here at Hogwarts, and your sister Athena died of pneumonia when you were just children." Minerva nodded.

"And, as for children?" she asked. "Surely I must have children. Or perhaps a husband?" Albus felt his stomach twist up in knots. She wanted him to tell her that she had a husband and children, and for a twisted second, he wished to tell her that he was her husband, and that they did have children, but knew that that would be wrong. So, he just told her the truth. He stopped her and looked into those beautiful Scottish eyes of hers.

"I'm sorry, Tabby, but you have no husband, nor do you have children. You've never been married."

"Oh," replied Minerva, a look of disappointment clearly evident on her face. That seemed to be a double blow, though she did not know why. Perhaps she was kind of hoping that there was some man who loved her, and some children, or even grandchildren, whom she could call her own. She had been thinking about all the children she must teach during the school year, and part of her thought that it might be kind of nice to have little ones of her own, and that they might have little ones of their own as well. There was silence for a moment.

"Albus?" she asked suddenly as they continued their walk.

"Hmm?"

"You said earlier that I lost my memory during the war. Exactly how did it happen?" Albus thought a moment. He did not want to withhold too much information from her, but he didn't want to overwhelm her either. But, he figured that the more she knew, the likelihood of her memory coming back sooner would increase.

"Well, Gildroy Lockhart was a big part of it, you know, the man you met at dinner?"

"You mean the one who seems so full of himself?" Minerva inquired. Albus chuckled.

"Yes, that's the one. Well, he was fighting right next to you, and went to call out a spell to an attacking death eater. Poor fool, the only spell he can properly perform is Obliviate, which is a memory charm which makes the one being attacked forget things. Well, the spell bounced off the death eater, hit you, and sent you flying through the air, causing you to his your head and fall unconscious."

"Bloody fool," Minerva muttered through gritted teeth. Albus smiled.

"Don't be too hard on him, my dear," he replied. "After all, he never was the most clever one. He's not, what most people would say, 'the brightest crayon in the box.' Apparently that is what muggle children use to color with." Minerva smiled. She liked that word: muggle. The sound of it made her want to laugh, though she didn't.

"Is that not what magical students use to color with?" she asked. Albus smiled at her and gave her a wink.

"All in good time, my dear, all in good time," he said. They just continued to walk around that lake for a while longer. He talked about her life at the school, all the things they did together, their weekly chess matches, and a few more things dealing with the war. When lunch came, they met with the other teachers once again in the Great Hall.

"So, Minerva, how was your morning?" inquired Pomona. Minerva smiled her first genuine smile since she woke up in the hospital wing the night before.

"It's going very well, Pomona," she replied. "You are Pomona, aren't you?" she asked worriedly. The Herbology teacher chuckled.

"Yes," she replied. "Thank you very much for remembering."

"Well, I'm trying," Minerva replied.

"What have you learned thus far?" asked Poppy. "You know, just so none of us repeat anything you may have heard before."

"Well, I know that I have no family, and that I work here, and spend my summers somewhere in Scotland. Where is it that I spend my time again?" she asked, turning to Albus.

"Edinburgh," he replied.

"Yes, that's it," she said. She finished with what else she knew. Bunched up together, it sounded like quite a bit of information. But in reality, she still did not know much. She was still unsure about her likes and dislikes, her interests, and she barely remembered her friend's names. And yet, through it all, she was absolutely sure that she would remember it all in due time.

"Well, I need to use the restroom, so would someone please show me where I go?"

"I'll show you," said Gildroy. He got up and lead her by the elbow.

"What are your plans for the rest of the afternoon?" Severus inquired after they left, pouring some more pumpkin juice in his goblet.

"I thought I'd show Minerva a bit of the castle," Albus replied. "Not too much. Just the usual, such as the ground floor, perhaps the Astronomy tower, and maybe even where my office is and how to get in, just in case she should need anything. Then I thought each of you might take different parts of the castle. For instance, Severus, you should show her the dungeons, your classroom, the kitchens, and rooms, as should you all. It would be good if she knew where we slept, just in case something urgent should come up." The other teachers nodded.

"Yes, Headmaster," replied Severus. Albus told the others of all the places they were to show her, and they all confirmed that they would do so. By the time Minerva got back, they all knew what they were to do. And before they left, Minerva made it a point to thank them all for their kindness.

"After all, I know it must not be easy dealing with someone with no memory."

"It's quite alright, Minerva," Poppy assured her. "After all, you would do the same for any of us."

"Would I?" asked Minerva. She smiled and they walked out of the Great Hall. Albus still had some more things to show her, and they only had until dinner to do so.

A/N2: Okay, so this is definitely not my best chapter. I know it is kind of awkward in several places, but I assure you that the next chapter will be a lot better. I promise! Cross my heart and hope…. Not to die! Always Hopeful