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A/N: Here is the other chapter. I am sorry, but I have not other ideas for any of my other stories. Would you all like me to slap myself? Because I will, if you want me to. LOL! Talk to you later. Hope you guys enjoy this next chapter and here are my responses to my reviews. If your response is not here, I'm sorry, but I couldn't get to them all.

DamesFan: I really do hope that that last chapter was not as difficult to follow as I thought it might be. After all, it's a very complicated plot. Well, not so much as I was just really bored and hoping that I could put as much trouble into Roberta's relationship with Albus. And I agree with you. Roberta had no right to do what she did, despite her rough childhood. Well, hope you will continue to read my story.

Lady Loraine: Phew, I am so glad that you actually UNDERSTOOD my plot. I mean, I was really worried that no one would understand ANY of it. And if you really want to sock Roberta, then I'll hold her down for you. You can be the first in a long line to punch her. LOL! Good job! I hope you keep reading it.

TartanLioness: I'm glad you are still reading this story. Yes, I suppose it is safe to say that we ALL think Min should tell Al her exact feelings. I'm glad that you enjoy the story and am relieved you do not find it confusing at all.

SherbetKitty: (Waits patiently until you are done screaming into a pillow). Feel better? Yeah, I was trying to figure out just HOW evile I wanted to make Roberta in this story, and I remembered this one character I read in a book once, so I thought I might make Roberta similar to that particular character. Thanks for the hug! (Hug).

Marasevvie17: We all like a good plot, complicated or not. I mean, sometimes we like those stories which are very complicated, and yet sometimes it's the simple things in life which we enjoy the most. LOL! Here's the next chapter.

Shadowgirl75: Yes, Roberta is very, very evil indeed. Yes, Minerva is going to get her memory back, but I cannot tell you when. Thanks for telling me I'm doing a great job. It's a real confidence booster.

HMS Frivolity and Felines: We all hate Roberta. She will get her memory back soon, do not worry about it. I mean, how evil would I be if I never gave her memory back? That would just be too evil, even for me! LOL!

Emutet: Yes, Roberta really IS a whore. She's being really evil and after all, we all enjoy the evilness of all foils. LOL! Yeah, we all know their love admittance is going to happen. Can't wait, right?

Joelpup62: Yeah, well, if nothing else, I figure Severus should be a fantastic "advice giver", as you so eloquently put it. LOL! I like Severus to get involved. He's a cool character. Hehe, I'd be kinda worried if I was walking down the street and there was a sign in a store shop which said "The Fantastic Snape: Advice Giver Extraordinaire!" LOL! Don't feel bad about wanting to push Roberta off of a cliff. I think we all do. I mean, wouldn't it be fun to just push her off of a really big cliff?

Mollisk: Yes, the plot thickens. Dun dun dun dun! Dun dun dun dun DUN! (Goes all Dragnet on everyone!) Teehee! LOL! Yes. You know, you're the second person to call Roberta a whore? Wow, I must be doing a REALLY good job if I've gotten two people to call her a whore. That was exactly the effect I was going for. I love presenting people with the element of surprise. You may not have THOUGHT that Roberta was a whore, but she is! LOL! Glad you liked this chapter. And don't worry, Lenora is not going to be ignored for much longer.

gahhMinerva: I think we all like the way Severus is turning out in this story. A nice Severus is definitely a whole lot better than the bitter one we all know from the original series. Well, maybe not THAT much better, cuz let's face it, an uptight Sevvie can be a lot of fun, too, dontcha think? LOL! I'm glad you like the way he took Min out of that awkward situation in the kitchen. Hope you keep on reading.

Lady Epur: Wow, you put this story on your favorites list? That's a big compliment. But I'm sure you know that, being an author yourself. Thank you so very much for liking my story enough to put it on your favorites list. Well, on with the show! (Dramatic exit stage left).

Leta McGotor: Yeah, well, I figured it was about time that everyone knew about her background. I mean, I knew that if I was the only one who knew what happened between her and Albus then I would be the only one who would understand a lot of what will happen in the near future. LOL! Keep it up! (The reviews, that is).

R.K.R: Yeah, GO SNAPE GO! Teehee! I'm glad that you like my story, I mean, after all, every author wants people to like their stories. LOL! Hope you continue reading my story. Love you lots.

Kaitlyn: I am glad that you like it and hope you keep reading.

NikNik4: Don't worry, she'll get her memory back soon. LOL!

Chapter 10: More Diary Entries…

Albus rode the staircase up to his office, feeling exhausted. The meeting had ended on schedule, but that meeting had eventually led to another meeting, resulting in yet ANOTHER meeting. Before he knew it, it was nearing ten in the evening, and he was just now getting back to Hogwarts. And to make things worse, he could not get his mind off of Roberta and how hurt Minerva had seemed when she showed up. He understood how embarrassing it might be for Minerva when Roberta mentioned "the horizontal mambo." After all, he would be embarrassed if he were used in that context with someone he didn't remember.

He sighed again. Would she ever get her memory back? With each passing hour, he feared that she would never remember her life here at Hogwarts. And it wasn't the first time that fear crossed his mind. He just had to remember that he had to remind her as often as possible that she is loved.

Love. It was a small word, and yet it was one of the most feared words in all of humanity, as well as the most diverse. You could love a lot of things, and it could range from something small to something… big. One could love a set of robes… one could love a song or a band… one could love a parent… one could love a friend… or one could love a woman.

It was just a fact of life, and had been for centuries. Ever since the dawn of time, men and women have been falling in love with each other, getting married, having children, and growing old together. How Albus had dreamed of doing the very same thing, but something has always been in the way. Grindlewald… Voldemort… Fear…

Yes, fear. Fear had stopped him more than anything else. Fear of rejection, fear of humiliation, and fear of her: Minerva McGonagall. She had so much power over him, holding his heart in the palm of her hand, and yet she did not know. Well, she had NEVER known, and now he feared she never would. He had planned to tell her immediately following Voldemort's demise, but now… It was simply impossible.

Oh why was something always getting in the way?

It was then and there, in his bedroom, completely donned in his usual insane nightwear, that he vowed he would tell her as soon as possible. The moment she got her memory back, he would be sure to tell her. She may or may not love him, but he knew that anything was better than not knowing.

The moment his head hit the pillow, his last coherent thought was, 'Well, perhaps not right after she gets her memory back.'

Ooooooooooo

Minerva was sitting in her private chambers, re-reading over some of the diary entries she had read her first night here. Well, the first night she remembered. She could almost recite the entries by heart, and the names were growing more and more familiar to her, though she still could not feel the full significance of most of them.

She pulled her night robes tighter around her. Though it was very warm in her rooms, and though she had warm nightwear on, she could not stop the shiver which ran along her spine. Why could she not remember anybody? If only she could have something, some locket or personal item, which might help her remember her life before she lost her memory. But what?

Turning the page, she noticed that there was something taped to one of the pages. It was a picture, and it was moving. Enchanted, she reminded herself. She smiled as she looked at it. It was a picture of her and Albus, both smiling proudly. He held her hand above his head as he turned to her and bowed dramatically, as if he was a knight and she was a princess. Between them stood a trophy which came up to her waist, the gold shining brightly. In the picture, Albus placed his hand upon her waist and they began to waltz.

Minerva gasped. That small gesture from the images was so simple, and yet brought an image dancing before her eyes. No, not an image, but a flashback. It lasted but a second, but said so much. She remembered something, and it was important. She saw in an instant herself, standing in front of Albus, twirling around on a dance floor, while others watched merrily, smiles on all their faces. But while everyone was looking at her, she was looking at him.

The image lasted but a second, and was gone just as suddenly as it had come, but had an enormous effect. She remembered bits and pieces of that night. But while she could not remember specific details of that night, she did remember that trophy… and being in Albus' arms.

Yes, the warmth of Albus surrounding her, and the memory of it, caused her heart to beat faster and a smile to spread across her lips. She remembered that. She remembered that it had been some sort of party. She saw faces which seemed so familiar but which she still did not know, some of which she recognized from the school. Could these be people from that place which they called the Ministry of Magic? Some people were those she recognized from the Order of the Phoenix. She couldn't be sure of a lot of things, but she was sure of two things: It was Christmas Eve and she and Albus had won that trophy in the waltz contest. Those two things she was absolutely sure of… Two things she absolutely remembered.

She was thrilled. Her heart was beating fast and her blood was racing. She wanted to tell someone, but whom? She looked up at her clock and saw that it was ten-thirty. Perhaps it could wait until morning. But she wanted to tell someone. Something like this just could not be kept a secret.

She closed her diary and set it upon her desk. Excitedly, she went to her door and opened it slowly. She didn't suppose anyone would be up at this point of the night, or at least not out of their private chambers. She looked to her left, and then to her right. Where would she go?

Albus' office. She wasn't sure if he was back yet, but she thought that she could at least leave him a note about it. So, she made her way, as best she could in the dark with a minimum amount of memory, to Albus' chambers. She made it safely after only one wrong turn. Speaking the password, she rode up the steps. She felt a little uncomfortable entering his private chambers without him or his permission, but she thought, given the circumstances, he wouldn't mind.

She had reached the top of his stairs safely and opened the door slowly. Walking in slowly, she went to his desk in search of some extra parchment. She was shocked and jumped when the door which she had just entered closed quickly. She twirled around and saw no one. Just the wind, she told herself.

"Hello?" She twirled around again and saw Albus come from out of his bed chambers, his eyes droopy with sleep, his glasses gone, and his hair and beard all mussed. She smiled awkwardly, like a kid with her hand caught in the cookie jar.

"Oh, Albus," she breathed. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were back. If I had known, I never would have-,"

"No, no, Minerva, it is quite alright," he said, smiling slightly. "You just surprised me, that's all. Is something wrong?" His brows knit together in worry as he walked over to her. He saw that she was shivering. "My dear, are you ill?" Minerva looked down and then smiled back up at him.

"No, I just- I suppose I'm just cold and a little nervous because I thought- Well I thought I heard something, that's all." She looked back at the door and wondered if it really had been the wind. There was a scent which she could not distinguish. It wasn't hers, and it was not Albus', for sure. She felt something wrap around her and turned her head back in time to see Albus wrapping a tartan blanket around her. "Thank you."

"No problem," he said. "So, is that the only reason you came here tonight? You were scared?" He didn't mean to smile, but he couldn't help himself.

"Uh, no, actually," she said, forcing herself to come back to the present. When she remembered her original reason for going to his office, she smiled and looked back up at him. "I just came to tell you something. Something exciting has happened!" Albus smiled.

"Well, for goodness sake, Minerva, what is it?" he asked.

"I remember something," she said excitedly. "I have a memory of something which happened before I lost my memory." Albus grinned broadly.

"That is great, Tabby," he said. "That is absolutely wonderful. Which memory is it?" He motioned for her to sit down in a chair and she did. He leaned against the corner of his desk and folded his hands in his lap.

"I believe it was Christmas Eve. You and I were dancing. It was only a flash of the dance, but it was brought on by a picture I found in my diary." She looked around, but remembered she had left her diary in her room. She looked back up at him. "In the picture, you and I were holding hands and you bowed to me. There was a waist-high trophy between us."

"Ah, yes, I remember that picture," Albus replied, smiling. "That was two Christmas's ago, I believe. It was a ministry Christmas, and we were the talk of the dance floor." The twinkle in his eye seemed to intensify tenfold. "Oh, Minerva, I am so glad that you remember something from your life. And I am glad that it was such a happy memory as well."

"Me too," replied Minerva. She heard the clock chime eleven and nearly jumped out of her skin. "Oh dear, Albus, I am so sorry. I completely forgot about the time." She stood up. "I should let you get back to bed."

"It is no problem, Minerva," he responded, also standing up. "I want you to tell me every time you remember something, regardless of the time. Shall I walk you back to your bedroom?" Though Minerva felt bad about it, she felt thrilled at the though of some alone time with Albus. Now that she knew her true feelings for him, everything she felt made sense. When her heart beat fast, and her blood raced, she knew for a fact that it was Albus. So, she smiled and nodded. Now arm in arm, they began to make their way back to her rooms.

Ooooooooooo

They were almost to her rooms when they ran into the one person who could change this moment from good to bad… the first person Albus would ask to leave the castle… and the last person Minerva wanted to see now… or ever.

"Albus, there you are," said Roberta in her shrill voice. She threw her arms around him. "Where have you been hiding all day?" She pulled back and sense Albus tense.

"I was stuck in meetings all day," he said in an attempt to remain civil. Roberta nodded slowly, then looked at Minerva.

"Shame," she said, smiling, still talking with Albus. "We sure could have used you earlier. I found Severus showing her around the kitchens and, after speaking with both of them, I began to wonder why Minerva never had any children. Isn't that right, Minerva?" she asked, finally speaking to her. Minerva nodded, trying to keep her anger in control. She didn't say anything because she knew it would be useless.

"Yes, it is a shame," replied Albus, seeing the discomfort in Minerva's eyes. "Well, you must excuse us, Roberta, but it is late, and I am sure Minerva is anxious to get to bed. Good night." They began to walk away when Roberta called after them.

"I hope you don't meet anyone else, Albus," she said. "You know how gossip gets around. You might hear something that you don't like. Something which might not be so good for either you OR Minerva." Albus didn't like the suggestive tone in her voice, and turned to stare at her.

"Any and all gossip I hear about myself, Roberta, usually has some sense of truth." He smiled when he saw her mouth drop open. He turned and continued to walk with Minerva, who was now smiling.

Ooooooooooo

"Thank you, Albus," she said as they reached her room.

"No problem, my dear," he said. "I hope she didn't say anything horrible about you and your lack of children." Minerva stopped and sighed, looking down. She didn't look up, refusing to look at him, as she repeated the conversation which took place between her, Severus, and Roberta in the kitchens. Albus was literally fuming when she finished.

"Bloody hell," he murmured. He was ready to punch something.

"Is she right, Albus?" whispered Minerva, looking up to him for the first time since she started telling him what had happened. "Is there something wrong with me?" It nearly broke Albus' heart to see her like that. He took her face between his hands.

"Minerva, listen to me and listen well," he said in a serious tone. "There is nothing, absolutely nothing, wrong with you. You are intelligent, beautiful, kind, and considerate. Any man would be a fool to not see just what a gem you are. Roberta… just can't see past her own diluted views of what a woman should be. Just because her family is powerful doesn't mean she knows everything. Understand?" Minerva slowly nodded, enjoying the feel on his hands upon her face. He lowered his left hand and continued to brush her cheek with his knuckles.

"Thank you, Albus," she whispered. Without warning, she hugged him tightly, burying her face into his chest. He gladly held her and inhaled her heavenly scent.

"Any time, my dear Tabby," he said, smiling. He rubbed her back soothingly. Should I tell her? He frowned. Then, he sighed. No, not yet. It is still too soon. Not yet!

They pulled back and he smiled at her. But before going back into her rooms, she stood on her tip toes and kissed him warmly on the cheek. Waiting a few seconds, she pulled back and turned around, walking into her room. Albus touched where she had kissed him. Could she possibly love him too? Only time could tell…

A/N2: Okay, here it is. I just updated "Retrieving What Was Lost", and now I am updating "Who Am I?" because this is my most popular story. Please read and review! Please leave a contribution in the little box! Go, go, go, go! I need to boost! I am beginning to feel sad cuz I am not getting a lot of reviews for my stories lately. Am I loosing my touch? Please leave me a review and let me know cuz if I am, I will stop, I promise. Writer's honor! Always Hopeful