A/N: Hello! Sorry it's been so long! Here's the beginning of my new story!
Disclaimer: Obviously I am not JK Rowling, no matter how much I'd like to be.
PROLOUGE:
Albus Dumbeldore sat in his office, waiting for her to come. He straightened a book on his Mahogany desk, stroked his beard, then heard a soft knock. "Enter." he commanded. The huge door opened to reveal Professor Sybil Trewalny. She came in slowly, clutching her many shawls, beads jangling against one another, and sat in the wooden chair across from Dumbledore. "Ah, Sybil, we have much to discuss this evening concerning rooming and pay."
"But of course!" Trewalny said, "I-" she shuddered and looked down at her hands.
"Sybil, are you quite alright?"
Her hands trembling, Trewalny looked up with a glazed look in her eyes. "SHE WILL COME TO HOGWARTS. SHE WHO WILL BE CREATED ON SEPTEMBER THE 19TH. CREATED BY DARK MAGIC, FOR AN EVEN DARKER PURPOSE. SHE WHO KNOWS NO PARENTS, ONLY LIES. SEPTEMBER 19TH, THEY WILL CREATE HER. THE DARK LORD'S FOLLOWERS. SEPTEMBER 19TH. HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER." Another shudder, and Trewalny looked up at Dumbledore. "Did you say something Headmaster?"
Dumbledore looked down at her, "Oh no, my dear. Your room will be the same, and you will receive a pay raise this year."
"Oh! That's delightful! If that is all, I must be going. I must prepare my rooms for the start of term!"
"Of course, dear Sybil, of course," Dumbledore said, waving her away.
She shut the door, and left Dumbledore to ponder what she had just prophesied. September 19th was only in 3 weeks. He took out a notebook to record what he had just learned.
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