FanFic 100 Challenge #: 091 – Birthday

The Birtday

It was the 17th birthday of one of Nicholas Flamel's great-great-great-...granddaughters: Katherine Flamel. Minerva was the young woman's godmother and felt very proud that Katherine had become such a wonderful young lady. She and Katherine were just talking about what Katherine could do after finishing school when Nicholas approached the two women.

"Katherine, do you think you'll find the time to dance with me before I loose you to some of these good-looking young gentlemen?"

"Of course, Grandpa."

Minerva watched her two friends dance together. It was sweet to see how Nicholas adored Katherine and how she still was proud to be part of his family while other witches of her age tried to earn their own fame.

At times like these, Minerva missed her family the most. Her parents had died when she'd been a child, so one of her aunts had raised her and she'd never known other relatives.

Sometimes, she wondered how it would feel to dance with a father or grandfather.

She hadn't heard anyone approaching her, so she was a little bit shocked to hear someone speaking directly to her.

"It's amazing how time flies. I still can remember when Nicholas told me about her birth. Seems like yesterday. Well, I think it's just that I'm getting old."

Minerva turned to the man who had spoken to her and smiled when she realized the reason why his voice had sounded familiar to her. Albus Dumbledore, her former Transfiguration Professor and now Headmaster of Hogwarts, was standing in front of her.

She hadn't seem him since she'd graduated from Hogwarts thirteen years ago.

"I know what you mean. I was just thinking about the day she sent me her first owl." She paused for a moment considering her words. "And you're not even fifty, Professor Dumbledore. When you have great-great-granddaughters like Nicholas, you can say that you've aged a little bit."

Here she smiled at him and he returned her gesture.

"That's nice of you to say. But I'm sorry I have to tell you this, but now I think I'm really getting old: I can't even remember your name, Miss -?"

He really seemed to be ashamed while she thought that it was normal for him to forget his students though she had to admit that she was a little bit disappointed deep inside.

"McGonagall. Minerva."

Now he even blushed.

"My dear Miss McGonagall, I have to apologize. I really should have remembered you. In general, I don't forget the names of my former students. I hope you can forgive me."

This man knew how to be charming.

"There's no need to apologize, Professor. It's been thirteen years since you've last seen me and you've had a lot of students over the years."

"But not many as brilliant and gifted as you."

Okay, maybe he actually did remember her.

She looked away.

"Thank you, Professor."

After talking about the events of the last thirteen years, the two of them continued talking for a few more hours about everything in the wizarding and the muggle world.

When the big grandfather clock announced that it was two o'clock in the morning and they looked around and noticed that most of the guests had already left, they both seemed to be a little embarrassed.

"I'm afraid that it's time for me to leave as well, my dear Miss McGonagall. It was a great pleasure to see and talk to you again after all these years. Maybe we can continue our conversation another time? But for now, I'll say 'Good night'."

With a bow of his head, he left the room, leaving behind a very confused Minerva McGonagall.

A/N: I've already finished the first ten chapters ... but I've been having writer's block for months now and I don't have much time ... I'm hoping that reviews will help me ... and maybe you can tell me what you want me to write ... If you really want to help me (btw: I'm still looking for a beta!) you could mail me and I could tell you about what I've already written ... I NEED REVIEWS! Really ... It's almost the end of term and the only thing I'm doing is learning and learning ...