Ok, here's another story, yay for me. I'm on an AD/MM roll. Anyways, as you
saw in the summary, this story is about how Albus finds Minerva's journal.
You'll just have to read to find out what happens. Anyways, I hope that you
find this interesting, and fun to read, and that it doesn't bore you to
death. Everyone seemed to like my other two fics of AD/MM, Sex Bracelets,
and Pain Resolved, so perhaps you will like this one. I'm planning it to be
about five chapters long. I know the title isn't that great, but yeah.
Enjoy! Oh and by the way, I don't anything, bladdy bladdy blah, whatever. I
only came up with the plot. Review if you will, and that will make me very,
very, VERY happy, as I'm sure all of you know. So please...read and review.
Oh, and I prefer the use of the word journal over diary. Diary just seems
girlish and...immature. Or something. Anyways, go read.
Chapter One
When You Read
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"Give it back!"
"Make me!"
"You great rotten...loser!"
Minerva McGonagall sighed and put down her quill. Students fighting in the hall again. She was sitting at her desk preparing the next lesson for her third year Transfiguration class, and there appeared to be students right outside her office door, arguing. She got up and walked to the door.
"Mr. Jacobs!"
He looked up and hid the bag he was holding above the head of a blond haired girl, behind his back.
"Yes Professor?" He asked innocently.
"Give Ms. Donson her bag back. Now please."
He gave the girl her bag.
"Now apologize." Minerva looked at him sternly.
The boy looked at his feet. "Sorry Lydia."
Lydia smiled graciously. "It's all right Anthony."
Minerva smiled. "Now run along you two." She turned to go back in her office. Then she stopped. "Oh, Anthony?"
Anthony turned around. "Yes Professor?"
"Stop flirting." She winked at him and went inside the office. She closed the door, and laughed quietly at the look on Anthony's face. It was surprised, but red. "Ah," she said aloud, "I love my job."
"Well, that's good to hear," said a voice.
Minerva looked up, surprised. The Headmaster and her friend, Albus Dumbledore, was perched on the edge of her desk. "Albus! How did you get in here?"
He smiled, his eyes full of mystery. "I have my ways," he remarked. He raised his eyebrows at her. "Flirting?"
She blushed lightly. "Well he was. He certainly wasn't being a bully."
Albus chuckled and shook his head. "You do amuse me, my dear professor."
Minerva smiled and sat back down at her desk. "Is there anything you need Albus?"
"Do I have to need something to visit you?"
She gave him a look.
He chuckled again. "I have a student that wants to become an animagi, and I was wondering if you'd like to give him lessons, and whatnot."
"Hmm. Who is it?"
"Matthew Burk."
"Oh, I know him. He's very smart. Top of his class. Sure, I'll work with him a bit. Anything else you need?"
"No, that would be all."
She stood up. "I have the record of progress in my classes that you ask for every month. I'll go get it."
He watched her as she walked over to a closet and opening it, walked into it and disappeared. He sighed and looked at her immaculate desk. There was a strange leather bound book sitting on the corner with a string hanging out of it to mark a place. He curiously picked it up and looked at the spine to read the title. The was no title. His brow furrowed. He opened the book and there on the front page were the words:
'This journal belongs to Minerva McGonagall, please do not read.'
Albus' eyebrows rose. Minerva kept a journal? This he did not know. It appeared to be an ordinary muggle journal with no charms on it to keep people from reading it. He opened the book to its marked place. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help reading a little bit.
'Last night at the dinner table, Albus was teasing me about how my hair is turning grey. I know he didn't mean anything by it, but that really hurt. It's like he thinks I'm incompetent because I'm growing older. I'm just as capable as one of the students here!'
Albus stopped reading there. 'I didn't think that had really bothered her,' he thought. Suddenly he heard Minerva coming out of the closet.
"Here you are Albus, I've tried to be really good about keeping this record. I think my students are doing rather well. Some students weren't to good at first; but they've grown better."
"Good, good." Albus took the scroll out of her hand. "Thank you professor, now I really must be on my way, see you at dinner!" He smiled and left.
Minerva frowned. "Strange. He sure was in a hurry. I wonder why?" She looked at her wristwatch. "Oh my, dinner is in a half hour. I'd better get cleaned up."
She gathered her papers and put them away in her desk drawers and left to go to her bed chambers to take a warm bath before dinner, completely forgetting about her journal.
Chapter One
When You Read
@#@#@#@#@#@
"Give it back!"
"Make me!"
"You great rotten...loser!"
Minerva McGonagall sighed and put down her quill. Students fighting in the hall again. She was sitting at her desk preparing the next lesson for her third year Transfiguration class, and there appeared to be students right outside her office door, arguing. She got up and walked to the door.
"Mr. Jacobs!"
He looked up and hid the bag he was holding above the head of a blond haired girl, behind his back.
"Yes Professor?" He asked innocently.
"Give Ms. Donson her bag back. Now please."
He gave the girl her bag.
"Now apologize." Minerva looked at him sternly.
The boy looked at his feet. "Sorry Lydia."
Lydia smiled graciously. "It's all right Anthony."
Minerva smiled. "Now run along you two." She turned to go back in her office. Then she stopped. "Oh, Anthony?"
Anthony turned around. "Yes Professor?"
"Stop flirting." She winked at him and went inside the office. She closed the door, and laughed quietly at the look on Anthony's face. It was surprised, but red. "Ah," she said aloud, "I love my job."
"Well, that's good to hear," said a voice.
Minerva looked up, surprised. The Headmaster and her friend, Albus Dumbledore, was perched on the edge of her desk. "Albus! How did you get in here?"
He smiled, his eyes full of mystery. "I have my ways," he remarked. He raised his eyebrows at her. "Flirting?"
She blushed lightly. "Well he was. He certainly wasn't being a bully."
Albus chuckled and shook his head. "You do amuse me, my dear professor."
Minerva smiled and sat back down at her desk. "Is there anything you need Albus?"
"Do I have to need something to visit you?"
She gave him a look.
He chuckled again. "I have a student that wants to become an animagi, and I was wondering if you'd like to give him lessons, and whatnot."
"Hmm. Who is it?"
"Matthew Burk."
"Oh, I know him. He's very smart. Top of his class. Sure, I'll work with him a bit. Anything else you need?"
"No, that would be all."
She stood up. "I have the record of progress in my classes that you ask for every month. I'll go get it."
He watched her as she walked over to a closet and opening it, walked into it and disappeared. He sighed and looked at her immaculate desk. There was a strange leather bound book sitting on the corner with a string hanging out of it to mark a place. He curiously picked it up and looked at the spine to read the title. The was no title. His brow furrowed. He opened the book and there on the front page were the words:
'This journal belongs to Minerva McGonagall, please do not read.'
Albus' eyebrows rose. Minerva kept a journal? This he did not know. It appeared to be an ordinary muggle journal with no charms on it to keep people from reading it. He opened the book to its marked place. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help reading a little bit.
'Last night at the dinner table, Albus was teasing me about how my hair is turning grey. I know he didn't mean anything by it, but that really hurt. It's like he thinks I'm incompetent because I'm growing older. I'm just as capable as one of the students here!'
Albus stopped reading there. 'I didn't think that had really bothered her,' he thought. Suddenly he heard Minerva coming out of the closet.
"Here you are Albus, I've tried to be really good about keeping this record. I think my students are doing rather well. Some students weren't to good at first; but they've grown better."
"Good, good." Albus took the scroll out of her hand. "Thank you professor, now I really must be on my way, see you at dinner!" He smiled and left.
Minerva frowned. "Strange. He sure was in a hurry. I wonder why?" She looked at her wristwatch. "Oh my, dinner is in a half hour. I'd better get cleaned up."
She gathered her papers and put them away in her desk drawers and left to go to her bed chambers to take a warm bath before dinner, completely forgetting about her journal.