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Minerva stared after him wrapping her tartan robe tighter around her and heard the murmuring of the past headmasters.

"What nerve!"

"Right on!"

"I would never!"

"It seems our young Mr. Potter has grown up."

The last was Albus, Minerva looked to him for advice as she always had in times that she didn't know what to do.

"What ever shall I do Albus?"

The portrait looked down the sparkle unmistakable in his eyes.

"You sleep on it and think about it with a lot of thought in the morning. For now you need your sleep Tabby."

She nodded and went up the stairs back to her bedroom and lay down in her large bed, a sigh escaping her lips. Who would have thought, the ever famous Harry Potter had feelings for her. How did she feel about him?

She curled up into a ball and began to drift into a restless slumber.

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The sun rose early the next morning through the floor to ceiling windows inside Minerva's bedroom. She opens her eyes and looked at the golden hues that permeated the curtains. Moaning, she slowly sat up in her bed. It was going to be another long day. She had plans to work on the Charms Corridor today. As she was starting to wake up her mind was also starting to work. That was when she remembered the words of last evening. She sighed softly and knew it was something she just could not jump into. It would definitely take time to consider.

She moved to the loo and started to brush her teeth. What did she feel for Harry? There was a deep respect for all that he had gone through. Having to deal with the muggles that were so different from their world growing up, then all of the happenings throughout his school years, and then most recently coming back from the dead, it truly was something to behold. She had helped him where she could and when she could. But did she feel anything besides a motherly love for him? She set her toothbrush down and turned out the door.

Back in her bedroom she walked to her wardrobe and pulled out a set of emerald green working robes. This reminded her of the green eyes that peered through round frames at her. She smiled, perhaps she could let someone into her highly guarded walls for a while. See how it would feel to be cared for again. But nothing too fast, she was 3 times his age and she still had her reputation.

She walked out of her room and down the stairs to her desk, only to be surprised at the arrangement of flowers that adorned it. There in front of them was a small card.

Min, I couldn't help but think of you as I saw these beautiful flowers. Hope you like them! Yours affectionately, Harry

She gingerly grabbed the vase and turned it round and round. She could see so many different colours. In the bouquet were purple bells of Ireland, Scottish heather, red carnations, red roses, a large white dahlia, and bits of forget me nots. It truly was a beautiful bouquet. It seemed he had put some thought into the bouquet for it wasn't just random flowers, they all signified something. This made Minerva smile, she could get used to walking in finding flowers. She bent over and smelled each one then going over to Albus to tell him of what she thought she would do.

"Good Morning Albus." A knowing smile and a nod came from the former headmaster.

"Good Morning Minerva. How are you feeling this morning?"

"Fine, fine. I have been thinking about what happened last night and I think I'll take it slow, see how things progress. See if he's willing to deal with someone like me, I am old and set in my ways."

At this Albus chuckled, she raised a stern eyebrow at him.

"What's so funny?"

"Well my dear, you know you're only as old as you let yourself feel, and perhaps with young Harry you may just feel younger."

"You mean you approve?" She asked in amazement.

He nodded a sparkle in his eye.

"I care deeply for Harry, I always have. If I weren't so old and had your youth…" She looked at him in skepticism, "Yes, your youth Minerva. I might have even pursued the young Man myself. IF I were still living that is." At this he winked at her, "So, go on take the chance. See what it would be like to let down your high walls to someone besides me a strange nutter."

She could see that he was serious and she nodded heading towards the door towards what could very well be a new chapter in this witch's life.