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Chapter 1: A Story

Since they came to Hogwarts in 1991 till now in 2004 Harry and Hermione had noticed that on Halloween that Professor Dumbledore seemed particularly down and would be that way till the second of November when he was his happy wacky self again.

Being who they were it had always intrigued the two and now that they were Professors at Hogwarts it bothered them even more.

Harry was the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor and Hermione taught Arithmacy. They had each married a Weasley and were so happy.

Today though they were curious and confused because to day was Halloween. The two professors had seen Albus leave the Great Hall thirty minutes after he'd started dinner and had not returned. To be truthful now they realized that even McGonagall looked rather depressed.

"What do you think it is?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know…it can't because somebody died can it?" Harry asked.

"Somebody is not dead," Madam Pomfrey replied before she quickly left the Great Hall.

The two friends looked at each other curiously before they decided to investigate. They left their dinner and hurried through the castle to the Hospital Wing and entered the nurse's office.

"Poppy what are you saying?" Harry asked.

It had taken a year but the two friends were finally able to treat all the staff as friends and not professors.

"I'm not saying anything," Poppy stated.

"You know don't you?" Hermione asked, "You know why Albus left."

"He's a busy man Hermione," Poppy replied, "I'm not the one to ask."

"Then who should we ask?" Harry asked.

"My sister," Poppy sighed.

"Who's your sister?" Hermione frowned.

"I would be one of them," Minerva's voice snapped from the door.

The two younger professors turned around in shock.

"Poppy I think you should go. It's certain you'll have to bring Dumbledore back," Minerva stated.

Poppy nodded and quickly disappeared into the floo network.

"Harry…Hermione if you would like answers come with me," Minerva stated.

The friends looked at each other and quickly followed her out of the Hospital Wing. In silence the two followed the deputy through the school the gargoyle that guarded the headmaster's quarters.

"Chocolate Frogs," Minerva said crisply.

The gargoyle moved to the side and the trio rode the revolving staircase to the top where they entered the headmaster's office. Instead of stopping there; however, Minerva continued up the stairs and to the right to Albus' private sitting room.

"Sit down and make yourselves comfortable," Minerva replied. She continued into what had to be the bedroom.

"You think we're in trouble?" Harry asked starting to sound like a first year.

"They say curiosity killed the cat," Hermione replied as they both sat on the couch and waited.

It was two minutes later that Minerva came out of the bedroom holding a large red scrapbook. She sat down in an armchair across from the two former students and looked at the book.

They heard her sigh and get a misty look in her eyes.

"Dumbledore's wife started this book when she began dating the headmaster. It only goes to 1980…he refuses to let anyone else add to it," Minerva stated looking at the photo on the front of the book.

The photo was in sepia tone and was of two tall Hogwarts students.

The boy in Gryffindor robes would lightly kiss a girl in Slytherin robes before sweeping the girl in his arms and spinning around. Both children were laughing. Then the picture would freeze a few moments and start again.

Above this picture in some of the prettiest golden scrawl read: Our Hearts Entwine as Thee Divines. Love Abounds what's Unfound. Souls Together; We Forever. Blessed Be.

Minerva had never understood the writing but had always found it poetic and beautiful.

"Why? What happened in 1980?" Harry asked.

"She…well I think it would be better to take you to the beginning Harry. To understand Mrs. Dumbledore it's best to start at the beginning," Minerva explained opening the scrapbook.

Hermione and Harry looked at each other before looking back at Minerva and nodding.