A/N: Hi everyone Martini Gal here. Now this is the prologue, the rest is soon to come as soon as my brain and i can come to a standard agreement... anyways. Hope you all like it, and PLEASE REVEIW. I need the feedback even if i'm not giving you much to work with.

Righty-o, now on to the story...


The Marauders: Reloaded

Prologue

Standing on the platform 9 ¾ there was a strong sense of déjà vu lingering in the air. Of course, it went by unnoticed by all those present, for they were far to young to understand it or had simply written it off as the excitement of finally being free of their children for the next three months.

What they did understand though, was a feeling of something coming full circle. Like all those unfurled endings that had made up their haphazard lives were finally twining together, their ragged edges finally meeting after three generations. Of course, they had now idea as to why.

As for our fair Professor McGonagall, she both understood and felt the changes in the air, and had proceeded to break into a cold sweat. Not that she would ever admit to that.

For you see, it had been while she was sipping her morning tea that her teacup sported a deep crack down the side, quite suddenly. Not a drop was spilt. Now, she may have been known for her prowess in wizardry, and Gryffindor resilience over the ages, but even Minerva McGonagall had the good sense to fear what was to come if the day was beginning with such omens.