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A/N: Wow! I feel so special! I've been getting all sorts of great reviews for this story. Thank you all so much. I know it seems like I say that every chapter, but I say it because it is true! Anywho, I took a poll to see which story I should update, and this won with four votes. So, here are my responses to your reviews!

East of the Sun: Hehe. I'm glad you liked all the fluff parts, which is, as you say, like all of it. And since you are such a great reviewer, here is the day with Severus.

Emutet: First of all, good luck in school. How is it going? I hope good. My school is going good, if not a little stressful. And yes, I think we all have those times when we just want to knock Minerva and Albus' heads together. It's like, "You love each other, can't you see it? Get over yourselves and admit it already." Hehe, very frustrating indeed. Thanks for reviewing.

DamesFan: Thanks for the luck. I need all I can get. Yeah, I liked the thought that they would fall in love twice. Well, at least Minerva, if not Albus. LOL. Albus has always loved her, it is only the second time for her. Hehe. I's so evil, I know. And yes, they will tell each other. Eventually… Hopefully when it is not too late!

SherbertKitty: Yes, thanks for the luck in collage. I need a lot of luck right now. And I'm glad that you liked the jealously now formulating in Minerva. And the best part of it is that she has no idea why she is feeling it. Anyway, now it is dear old Sevvie's turn!

Leta McGotor: Yes, I loved writing that Lemon Drops line for Albus. And thanks for the luck in collage!

Midnight'sGone: I'm glad you liked the last chapter and are awaiting this chapter. Here it is. Thanks a bunch for the luck in collage. It means a lot. Hope you have a smooth transformation to the Freshmen dorms on Labor Day Weekend. Lots of luck to ya'. And I'm glad that, though Midnight'sGone, you're not. Hehe, LOL!

Mollisk: WOW! I didn't even know how my stories broke down. LOL. I guess, if you say I'm the queen, then I really am, huh? Hehe, LOL! Now, I can honestly say that you are my number one fan. Hehe, LOL! Thanks a lot for brightening my day! And thanks for the luck. My intended major is English, though I might do something to help me become a second grade teacher. Which do you think?

Miss mcGonagle: Thanks for the good luck. Well, here is the next chapter, and you get to see what happens with Severus.

Joelpup62: Really? I've never read The Notebook, nor have I ever seen the movie, so I hope no one thinks I'm trying to copy it. LOL! Thanks for the review.

Alesia G: Thank you for saying that the way that I am writing this is clever. It means a lot to me. And yes, it will be very interesting to see who reveals her love for Albus. Right now, it looks like it'll either be Severus, Poppy, or… Okay, those are my only two choices. You'll just have to see how it pans out.

Anjyll: Thanks for the review. Here is the next chapter you wanted!

Chapter Seven: The Next Morning...

Minerva woke up early again the next morning. It seemed to be a recurring habit with her. But this morning, she was rather disappointed to see that Albus was not in there with her, resting in his own cot. No, she had told him the night before she felt safe enough to stay by herself. This was not true in the least, but she didn't want to admit it. Something inside of her told her that she had to keep up a brave front.

So, she rolled out of bed and made her way quickly over to the bathroom. She had no idea what Severus Snape had planned for her that day, but she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. There was something about the potions master that hit a nerve with her.

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As for Severus, he had no idea of what he was going to tell her, though he knew he had to tell her something. But what to tell her? True, he was going to show her the dungeons, the location of his rooms, and classroom, as well as the kitchens, as was instructed by the headmaster. But what if she were to ask about her personal lift? All he knew about her was limited to Order business, school life, and merely tidbits of her personal life. The bulk of his relationship with her had been foolish teasing and mindless house rivalry. True, he never meant any real pain or harm when he made such jabs, but, like Minerva, he often felt the need to keep up a stern façade.

Although, there was one bit of information he had of her personal life he could give to her which was very important. And that information was the very thing which had a huge impact one her life; information which, though it was supposed to be a secret, was common knowledge among the staff. This bit of information was that she loved their boss, Albus Dumbledore.

Yes, the entire teaching staff at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry seemed to know how much she loved him; everybody, that is, but Albus himself. Likewise, everyone, save Minerva, knew of his love for her. Severus sighed as he smoothed out his robes. It didn't matter if she had ever known, he supposed. For even if she had known at one point, it didn't do her any good now.

He sighed again as he thought of whether or not he should remind her of her feelings for Albus. On the one hand, it could clear up any confusion she might have about any feelings she might be feeling around Albus. And yes, Severus was almost certain that Minerva would be feeling some kind of pull towards him. Even Severus Snape knew that a loss of memory did not mean a loss of feelings for anyone.

However, he also knew that there were certain lines one did not cross, especially as an outsider. That was why none of the staff had ever thought to tell Albus or Minerva about the other's feelings. It was just not their place to say, for it was nobody's business but their own. So why should Severus intervene now, after he had been doing just fine keeping silent all these years? Why should he be bothered with it?

'Because it's the right thing to do,' he said to himself. He sighed as he left his private chambers and made his way toward the Great Hall for breakfast. He was no closer to an answer now than when he had begun this line of thought. So, he decided that, for now, he would continue with his vow of silence until one of two things happened: Either Minerva asked him face to face about what they might mean, or until such a time came when it would be absolutely necessary to tell her. After all, there was no real reason to reveal such news to her otherwise. Besides, if she truly loved Albus like everyone thought she did, she would realize it again soon enough. Right?

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Minerva was absolutely thrilled when Albus knocked on her bedroom door and offered to walk with her to breakfast. She had enjoyed her time with him the day before, and was rather disappointed when he said he had a meeting right after breakfast.

"Will it take long?" she asked.

"It's rather difficult to say, my dear," he said. "That's the thing about these ministry meetings: You never know how long they'll last." Minerva nodded and sighed.

"Don't worry, my dear," he said, patting her hand reassuringly. "You'll have plenty of company. After all, Severus is showing you around today, and there is a lot for you to be seen." Minerva smiled, but said nothing. She still did not know why, but there was something about Severus that she did not like. And as they walked toward the Great Hall, she thought of all the possible reasons as to why this could be.

Albus was rather curious about the look he saw on her face. He wasn't quite sure if it was disappointment or curiosity, or perhaps something else, he saw on her face. But he didn't ask, for she seemed to be deep in thought, and he did not want to disturb her.

They finally reached the Great Hall, where the other teachers were still congregating. And as she and Albus made their way down between two of the house tables, Minerva found it rather eerie that such a small gathering of teachers ate in such a large hall. Perhaps it did not seem so large once there were children filling it with their constant chatter and thoughts, she supposed.

The idea of children warmed her. It was a great pity that she had never had children of her own. Perhaps it was the thought of living alone that bothered her. Every person had the right to a family, and she thought that she should have the same rights that everyone else did. After all, she apparently worked hard. But maybe that was the problem. Perhaps she worked too hard.

Then, a thought struck her. What if there was something wrong with her? What if there was something absolutely horrible about her past that caused men to turn away, either in disgust or in fear? Or, worse yet, what if there was something about her past that she could not tell anyone, therefore causing her to pull back from human affection? Could that possibly be the reason why she did not have a husband and children?

She most certainly hoped that none of these were true, and yet, somehow, those were the only reasons she could think of that would cause her to continue on living a lonely and sheltered existence. What other reasons could there be for her life as it now stood? And as she walked around the Head Table and made her way to her seat, her eyes met with Albus' momentarily, and another interesting, but scary, thought flashed across her mind. What if her lack of a love life and her odd twinge of jealousy she felt the night before were somehow connected?

Shaking her head, she decided to ignore that thought. There was absolutely no connection between the two, and it was just the thought of living alone that caused her to even think of it. After all, she knew that they were good friends and the need to fill the empty void, where family would be, was what led to her automatic assumption that Albus was the man to which she longed to have filled that void. Such a thought should have been discarded before it was even thought of.

So, she decided that, whatever the reason, she would just learn to deal with it, as she assumed that she already had. Breakfast started and everything went on as normal. Well, it was normal, until…

"Uncle Albus!" Minerva looked up to see a very small child running down the center of the Great Hall, a wide smile on her face. She appeared to Minerva not more than six, seven at best. With bright blue eyes and platinum blond hair which bounced in all their curliness, she stood not too much taller than Minerva's waist, and her skin was that of ivory. Minerva looked to her left and saw that Albus had stood, a broad smile on his face. He held out his arms as he went around the table.

"Ah, my dear Lenora," he said, meeting her halfway down the hall and pulling her into a warm embrace. "How are you doing my darling neice?"

"I'm good," she replied. She giggled as she flew into Albus' arms and wrapped her small arms around his neck. She laughed even more when he placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Your beard tickles, Uncle Albus," she said, pulling back and rubbing her cheek.

"Oh, so sorry, my dear," he said. "I guess my beard just couldn't help but give you a kiss, too." The child giggled. "Where's your mama?"

"Right here, Al." Everyone looked up to see a tall woman, about mid-forties, with blond hair, just like her daughters, walk through the door. She had green eyes, and had a very lovely shape. She was about the same height Minerva was, and carried herself just as well. Albus stood up. He was not quite ready to face her, but he knew he had to.

"Ah, Roberta," he said, forcing a smile. "How are you?"

"Just fine, darling, just fine," she said, a smile also plastered on her face. She walked up and threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. Though she pulled back immediately, this small action caused Minerva to boil inside. She didn't know why, but she suddenly became very jealous of this woman who seemed very comfortable with Albus. 'Stop it right now, Minerva,' she chided herself. She didn't even know why she felt this jealousy towards this woman whom she had never met. Besides, didn't the young girl just refer to Albus as "Uncle Albus"? That's right, she thought. Roberta must be his sister or something.

"So, what brings you here?" Albus asked.

"I just thought it was time for us to pay a visit, that's all," Roberta smiled. "Since the war ended only a few days ago, I thought you might have some more free time on your hands, so that is why I brought down little Lenora, to see her favorite uncle." Albus smiled.

"Well, I am not her actual uncle, you know?" he said.

"Oh, but she does think highly of you," she said. Albus just nodded and then turned back around to the staff.

"I assume you remember everyone here," he said. "I am sure you remember Severus, our potions master, Poppy, our medi-witch, and Pamona, our herbology professor." They all nodded at her politely as he reintroduced each of them, and she did so in return. "And you might recall meeting Minerva, our Transfigurations professor and Deputy Headmistress."

"Oh, yes, Minerva, dear, how are you?" asked Roberta. "It's so nice to see you again." There was something about the smirk which was plastered all over her face that made Minerva want to slap her. She couldn't quite place her finger on it, but she smiled anyway.

"Oh, I've been better," she said, trying to figure out just who this woman was.

"Erm, Roberta," whispered Albus. "I should tell you that Minerva has suffered an accident of sorts."

"Oh, really?" asked Roberta, though her remorse did not sound as genuine as she was trying to portray it. "Poor dear. It isn't contagious, is it?" she asked, pushing Lenora behind her. Minerva's need to slap her across the cheek increased at such a suggestion, but refrained.

"No, no, nothing like that," replied Albus. "She's just suffered a little memory loss, due to the war. You know, the one that took place while you were vacationing in America?" The anger in his eyes could not be missed.

"Oh yes, terrible bit, that," frowned Roberta. She looked at Minerva. "I'm so sorry to hear about it, dear."

Dear? DEAR? How dare she speak to me as if I were a child? Minerva grit her teeth and pasted a fake smile on her face again.

"It's alright," she said. She just remained in her seat and rung her napkin under the table. She made no attempt to stand up and meet this woman who spawned such angry feelings within her, and it was clear that Roberta was not going to shake her hand either. If she wasn't going to make the first move, why should Minerva? "So, are you Albus' sister?" The other teachers stopped what they were doing, and just stared. They knew everything, even things which Albus didn't even know they knew, and they were really worried about where this discussion was going. Albus cleared his throat and she chuckled.

"No, I'm not his sister," she said.

"Oh," frowned Minerva. "His sister-in law?" she asked. Roberta shook her head.

"Wrong again," she said.

"Then, why does she," indicating Lenora, who was peering from behind her mother's pale blue robes, "call Albus her uncle?"

"Oh, because she looks to him like he were her uncle," smiled Roberta. "But no, I am not related to this dear man," she placed her hand in his, and Albus pulled his away, not wanting Minerva to get the wrong idea about them. Minerva's heart sank as she thought of how they might be connected. Just then, Lenora walked up to Albus and pulled on his robes. He looked down at her.

"What is it, my dear?" he asked.

"Is she your wife?" she asked, pointing to Minerva. Minerva's eyes bulged out of her eyes while Albus searched for a way to answer the question which was so simple, yet which caught him so off guard.

"No, Len, she is not," he smiled.

"Then why does mama get angry every time someone mentions that you and her might be engaged in, what's it called mama? The horizontal mambo?" Albus' eyes shot up, angrily, at Roberta, who flushed a bright red. Minerva began to choke on her pumpkin juice, as did Severus, while Poppy and Pamona placed their hands over their mouths, both half amused and half shocked. Filius fell out of his chair, and Hagrid was choking on some eggs he had inhaled, pounding a huge hand on his chest. Xiomara didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or duck for cover from Minerva's rage. But seeing Minerva in the state she was in, she opted for neither.

"Where did she hear such things?" he asked, enraged and scared out of his mind. He looked back at Minerva, who was coughing into her napkin. Oh, what she must be thinking right now, he could not even begin to fathom. Roberta smiled, trying to take the heat off her.

"Oh, who knows?" she asked. "Children these days hear so many things these days, it's really hard to tell just where they get such crazy notions." She laughed nervously, but stopped when she saw his face. "I apologize, to you both," she added, looking at Minerva, who was trying to regain her composure, but was as red as a tomato. She looked at Albus. "She probably just got her facts messed up, that's all." Albus' nosterils were flaring.

"Let us hope that nothing like that happens again," he said. He regained his calm and looked at Lenora. "No, my dear, Minerva and I are not married, and I think it's best to not say such things in public." He winked at her and looked back at the staff, trying to avoid Minerva's gaze. "Well, I hate to eat and run, but I cannot be late for this meeting," said Albus. He bowed respectfully to Roberta, pat Lenora on the head, and made a hasty exit. Everyone, save Minerva, watched him as he left. She was busy trying to concentrate on her breakfast, though she no longer had much of an apetite. It was a few long, peircing moments of silence before anyone said anything.

"Well, Lenora," smiled Roberta. "I don't know about you, but I'm famished." She looked at the head table. "So, what's for breakfast?" Everyone stood and began to make excuses for why they couldn't stay.

"I have some papers to grade," mumbled Filius.

"And those potions don't label themselves," said Poppy. "Can't have children swallowing a potion to regrow bones when they're only there for a headache potion." And one by one, they all left, until it was just Severus and Minerva left.

"And I need to show Minerva around, so we can get her memory back," he said, standing up. Minerva followed him gratefully. "You might want to try Hogsmede. You can find something there to eat, I am sure."

"Of course, I'll do that," sneered Roberta. "Good bye, Severus, and Minerva."

"Good bye," smiled Lenora, still completely oblivious of any wrong she might have said or done. Minerva still had a lot of questions she still needed to ask, but decided that wasn't the time to ask them. For instance, who exactly was Roberta? How did she know Albus? And why would Lenora be asking such questions, and WHO would be saying such things, especially if they were not true. But that was not the time to be asking such things, and with that, she and Severus both smiled, bid them a good morninga, and left the Great Hall.

A/N: Okay, sorry for the delay in the updates, guys, but I've been like oober busy, and sorry I do not know quite how long this is, but I had to change this from word document to word pad because my computor is being a butthead and won't let me open word document. But, I hope you guys liked this chapter and I will try to update as soon as I can, but I can't promise anything cuz the only reason I was able to update this is because I stayed up extra late and forced myself to. So sorry if it sucks, but I'm kinda tired right now. Anywho, what do you guys think of Roberta? A real trip, huh? And let me know what you think of Lenora! Hehe! Gotta go, cuz I's exhausted, and I still need to post this. Love you miss you mean it bye! Always Hopeful