Part Three

April 23rd

10:45 a.m.

I felt someone tugging me awake. They were yelling my name, but I refused to get up. My dream was so real, so flamboyant with it wild colors and so unique in its own way. I never wanted to wake up from it. My reality is too depressing for me.

"Minnie, Minnie! Wake up! You were supposed to be at the headmaster's office at 10:30!"

"What time is it now?"


"Wake me up at 11:00."

"Ugh, move over Marian. Let I, Miranda the Great, do this."

I felt my bedcovers slide off of me and ice old water piercing my skin. I screamed and rolled out of bed. I landed with a nice thump. I groaned and the others laughed. I moaned, "Not funny," but they continued to laugh at me. Great, just great.

11:10 a.m.

I am forty minutes late to the meeting. Marian and Miranda filled me in on the reason for the meeting. Last night Albus begged for another confrontation, he even invited my parents. As I thought about him and my parents, I started to get sick in the stomach.

I levitated my trunk and cast a spell on it to follow me. Then, I ran. I ran all the way to the seventh floor just to run into him. I landed on my back and him sill standing, smiling at me. He had the widest grin on his face. He helped me up and hugged me to death. He didn't care that everyone was staring at us. He started kissing me all over my face and laughing. I was in such a shock. I pushed him off; his grin fell automatically.

"What's wrong?"

"Everything! Why are you acting so happy when it's the end for both of us?"

"Minerva, it's not the end!"

"What? What are you talking about, Albus?"

"I talked to the headmaster."

"Yeah, I know. What happened? Did I miss it? Are my parents mad? Are they going to kill me?"

"Minerva, calm down. You're hyperventilating."

He was right, I was hyperventilating.

"Okay, can you please explain to me what you're talking about?"

"Minerva, you can stay here. I'm the one who has to go. I can only come back when you've graduated."

I was speechless. There were a plethora of questions racing through my head. They were asking the obvious, but I still couldn't comprehend what he was saying. So my answer was: "Huh?" He explained again, but this time slower. Once I got it, I screamed.

I couldn't believe it. I was ecstatic! I jumped into his arms and kissed him. I didn't care that the whole school of Hogwarts was watching us. I stopped kissing him to gasp. I grabbed trunk and opened it. I pulled out the journal of so many lies to myself, confessions, love, and regret. I looked at for a second and kissed it. I got a quill and some ink and ran. I heard Albus call my name, but I didn't respond.

11:35 a.m.

I arrived at the library out of breath and my mind racing. My vision was blurry, but I knew where I was going, straight to the restricted area. I ran past the librarian as she called my name. We all knew it was forbidden to go into the section without a teacher's or the librarian's consent, but this was an emergency.

I went to the farthest, darkest place in the section and sat down on the floor. I placed the quill and ink beside me, and lit up my wand by saying, Lumos. I placed my wand next to me; it lit the whole aisle of books. I opened my journal and got my quill and started to write my official last entry in the book of consent.

April 23rd 1932

I, Minerva McGonagall, hereby officially make this the last entry in this journal. In this journal contains lies, confessions, love, deception, conceit, and regret. To whom this may concern, I hope you never get into the same situation I have gotten myself into. I am ashamed but loved and hurt but still here. If you happen to find yourself reading this and the diary, you must be feeling the same way I do, overwhelmed.

To whom this may concern, I hope you have not gotten yourself into the same situation as I, and I hope you never will. To whom this may concern, this is my closure. Closure to the past year and the old me. I am changing, and I will continue to change to be a better person. To whom this may concern, I hope who have learned from my mistakes. As I look back, I realize that I am reminiscing over amorousness. And I now realize that I should never look to the past, just to the future.


Minerva McGonagall

The End

A/n: I hope you enjoyed it!