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A/N: I'm back again, i apologise in advance for any delays in updating this and any future stories because i am now limited to use the computer. I have to share the computer with everyone in my family and they use it most of the time (Sob). Anyway, ona happier note, thanks a lot to my new beta reader bigkihap!

The Weekend Away

"Right, did everyone get that?" shouted Minerva over a crowd of chattering teachers in the staff room one sunny morning in July. She had been trying to explain to the staff the emergency procedures should anything happen to the school while her and Albus were away for the weekend. Cyril Vector and Sophia Sinistra were still happily gossiping away by the window about the landlady's problem with her son. Filius Flitwick was dosing by the fire. Severus was absorbed in his latest book of Dark Arts discussed as an advanced potions textbook. Marcus Pierce, the French professor, was arm wrestling Peter May, the advanced health care teacher, in a silly attempt to win the Fifty-galleon bet on who was the strongest. Rolanda Hooch was commentating and Georgia Sprout was cheering them on. Minerva sighed frustratedly.

"WILL YOU STOP FOR A MINUTE AND LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY!" she bellowed at them all, making them all jump in fright. Filius squeaked and toppled out of his chair.

"Right, Albus and I are going away fro the weekend. Should the school be attacked while we are away and you are out numbered, you shall use the staff room exit through the cloak wardrobe and go down the tunnel out into the mountains. Got that?" she snapped at them. They all nodded in accent.

"If you need a doctor, go to St. Mungo's as Poppy has gone on holiday for the first two weeks of the summer to Australia. With me?"

"Yup," said Peter.

"Gotcha," Rolanda stuck her thumb up.

"Okay," nodded Sophia.

"Mmmm," grunted Severus.

Minerva looked around at them all. They had returned to what they were originally doing."If the house elves go on strike, draw straws and eat who ever draws the shortest."

"Okay."

"Miss you."

"Bye."

"Have fun."

Minerva sighed again. Oh well they listened to the important stuff, she thought as she opened the door on her way out. Walking down the hall, her thoughts drifted back to the Tuesday afternoon before term was finished, to when Albus had proposed this little 'get-away' as he called it.

Minerva sat there in bed grading her seventh year papers on the last week of term before the summer holiday. She had opened the window by the side of her bed to let the summer breeze waft into her room and blow out the cobwebs. Minerva was just about to start on the second year syllabus plan when Albus wandered out of her fireplace with a bunch of multi-coloured roses.

"Good afternoon, my dear," greeted Albus as he walked over to her dressing table to fetch a chair and placed it by the side of Minerva's bed. "These are for you…"

"Oh thank you Albus, they are lovely!" replied Minerva graciously as the scent of the roses flew up her nose. "To what occasion do I owe this?"

"For you my dear, there needn't be an occasion. And since you can't be brought down to nature, nature must be brought up to you." said Albus softy.

Minerva bushed and said nothing. Albus glanced at the parchment spread over her bed sheet.

"I hope you're not already planning your classes for next term. You have six weeks to do that in and besides Poppy will have your head!" chuckled Albus as he watched her scribbling away at a piece of parchment.

"They need to be done sometime. If I do them now I don't have to worry about them later on before term starts. When Poppy comes I shall hide it under my bed cover so she won't have my head!" she replied airily.

"Well I think you deserve a break, my dear. How about a little get-away?" suggested Albus hopefully, his eyes twinkling away.

"Oh, and who will look after the school? You-kn- oh fine! Voldiemort could take over the school if he found out! And then what would happen?" Minerva replied crisply.

"Now would be the best time to take a small break away from it all because Voldiemort is too busy planning to get his hands on Harry and the Ministry." Albus replied gently, putting one of his warm hands on her cold one. "Please, there is no one I would love more than you to come with me. I couldn't bear it when you were shot down by those stunners a month a go."

Minerva looked into his eyes and saw that he truly wanted her to go. She knew he needed a break. Albus looked tried and worn out from all the running around that bumbling minister had made him do over the past year. Minerva pulled her hand from underneath his and stroked his cheek.

"I will go for you," she answered softly.

Before Minerva had realised it, she was already at the entrance hall where Hagrid and Albus were waiting for her. As soon as she saw Albus she laughed. He was dressed in long muggle shorts, a polo shirt, hiking boot and he had a camera around his neck.

"Hello, my dear."

"Good mornin', Professor McGonagall," greeted Hagrid. "'Ere let me take these to the carriage for yeh."

"Thank you Hagrid," she replied and turned to Albus. "Why are you dressed like a muggle tourist?"

"I decided that since most people know who you or I was in the wizarding world, I though we could stay in a muggle bed and breakfast. A nice, secluded one in the country. It was recommended to me by Aberforth, so I thought we could give it a try." explained Albus as he offered one arm to Minerva and walked her to the carriage.

"Oh, I only packed robes."

"Well you could transfigure them?" suggested Albus as he helped her into the carriage.

"Yes, I could. I don't know why I didn't think of that!" she laughed and muttered a spell, which changed her usual emerald green robes into a similar pair of shorts to what Albus had on, a t-shirt and a pair of sandals. Albus chuckled as he saw what she had changed into.

"It's no better than what you have on!" she replied indignantly "I thought at least if we look similar we wouldn't look like a miss-matched couple!"

Albus laughed out right at that.

"You forgot your camera my dear,"

"No, I haven't. It's in my bag," She replied crisply. "So where are we actually going?"

"We'll both find out later," Albus replied mysteriously and laughed again when he saw that she still had her long stripy socks on with her sandals.

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