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Prologue
The opening feast in the Great Hall was well underway, the sorting having been just completed. Albus Dumbledore sat in his high-backed chair and looked approvingly around the hall. His gaze drifted to a certain black-haired, emerald green-bespectacled youth who sat at Gryffindor table. Young Harry was turning into quite the capable wizard, which in no small part, Albus was certain he was responsible for. Leaving the young Mr. Potter on the Dursely's doorstep had been a very large risk. One he had originally thought a grave mistake, for the Dursleys' treatment of Harry had been abhorrent, but Harry had arrived at Hogwarts more humble and courageous the Albus could have ever hoped for. Defeating a plot to resurrect Voldemort in his first year, saving the school, killing a basilisk, and saving the life of young Ginny Weasley from yet another plot to bring back the dark lord in his second, and at the end of his third year, facing down over a hundred dementors and living! One could only wonder what this year would hold. Yes, Albus Dumbledore just knew this year would be spectacular.
Just as Albus was finishing his thought the doors to the Great Hall creaked and groaned with stress, visibly trembling and shaking. The mighty oak doors turned to ash. Screams of terror filled the hall as students scrambled to get away from whatever it was that caused the destruction of the doors. Standing in the entrance hall was a figure with an all-black cloak, with a sword in one hand and a wand in the other. The figure had a royal blue aura of visible magic swirling around him. He moved into the hall and glanced around at the students, then looked right at Dumbledore. In a voice that seemed to articulate power and status he said, "Lord Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I hereby declare you and enemy of House Hale, and challenge your right to your title."
Sometimes the past really did come back to bite you.
