Prologue
Love knows no bounds. Love has no bondage to life or breath. Love reaches beyond anything we can measure.
How can we fully understand this power that is love?
Opportunities come at us when we least expect it. What you think could be a new chapter in your life could actually be the beginning of a journey to something far greater than anything you could have ever imagined.
It could teach you love…
I couldn't believe my luck as I held the proposal in my hand. The letter was crisp and cool and contained my hopes and dreams. I, Jessie Adams, had received an offer to teach at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The current headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, had established a new class for the students at Hogwarts, Wizarding Customs across the World, and I would be the first teacher to teach this class! The very first one! I eagerly said goodbye to the states where I currently worked in wizarding customs. I had to admit that I never expected to get the position at Hogwarts, but since I did, I would never have to look back, ever!
The whole wizarding world understood that a huge incident had happened on the grounds of Hogwarts a few years back. But from the look of it, you could not tell that it was once the site of a huge battle. The campus and the castle was the most beautiful place I had ever seen. Vines and flowers creeped up stone walls as the smell of sweet blossoms drifted in the air. The sun warmed up the castle which gleamed under the late seasonal heat. The towers shimmered so brightly you would believe they were adorned with huge magnificent jewels. Tapestries and paintings decorated the winding hallways and staircases. The castle smelled of parchment, cotton candy, and learning, except for near the kitchens where a vast array of smells greeted you and immediately made you long for meal time. Things seemed to be so normal at Hogwarts and no one talked of the past.
My very own classroom and personal quarters were new additions to the school after the renovations but you couldn't tell it. My quarters was a cozy little room adorned in off white and light green. Enfolded light fabric of the two colors draped my poster bed as the furniture matched in both color and texture. It seemed you had walked into a dream when you entered the room. I lived in a constant state of spring time. In the evenings, I would watch the outside light change through my elegantly cut window as I sat near my little roaring fire in my adorned fireplace. I was happy, content and ready to start teaching.