Title: Prologue

Author: WailFin

Fandom: Harry Potter

Rating: Teen (may change)

Pairing: to be announced

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters used in the following story as of yet, if this changes I'll let you guys know. The world of Harry Potter was created by J.K. Rowling, I'm just using it to dabble in. Everything you recognize belongs to the Queen.

AN: So, I've lost motivation for all previous stories currently, but I may potentially go back to rewriting them as I go on, especially if I really take to this writing thing. I've recently (finally) finished high school, so for a couple months I have a whole lot of nothing on my schedule, and have decided to try and write fanfiction for that spans of time. Any and all support would be wonderful!

This idea has been rolling around in my head for YEARS now, but I've not had the motivation to start writing. Thanks for reading, and enjoy the story!

The elder man looks up from his desk as a knock resonates through the study; his glasses perched on the end of his crooked nose like usual. He stares at the door for a second, having just been brought out from his inner thoughts. "Come in." The old man chimes in, just loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door. Less than a second later the door swings open and in glides Minerva. He raises a lone eyebrow at her, but motions for the woman to take a seat.

She allows herself to do so, and starts to fumble with her hands, showing nervousness not common to those of her upbringing. Taking note of her fumbling hands, Dumbledore hides a small smile behind his own.

"I..." She hesitates for a split second, then allows her eyes to meet his blue ones. "I think we sort too early. It's easy to see there's conflict between our school houses," she stops talking for a second before straightening her spine and raising her shoulders, gaining the confidence required to continue full force.

"This next year is based on promoting inter-school unity. We're supposed to show that we're a top tier wizarding academy now that Beauxbatons and Drumstrang are here. That won't bode well when they realize we're not as perfect as we're said to be!" The more she spoke, the more confident she became and the easier it was to finish on a high note. Her confidence brought out a certain type of poise, only known to Minerva McGonagall.

Dumbledore gives her a small, yet curious smile, the suggestion by Minerva having been playing on his mind for many years now. With Harry Potter changing everything over the past few years, it was time for the faculty to make some changes of their own.

"Brilliant idea, Minerva. We'll start writing up letters..." he stops speaking for a second as his eyes raise to the Sorting Hat. "And what do you think?"

The Sorting Hat says nothing to the man, but thinks about those students who he had trouble placing the first time around. It was certain that things would have changed over the course of their education.

Dumbledore simply nods at the Hat, knowing full well what would become of this year. Many changes would take place in the comings months, and the thought of seeing them transpire pleased him greatly.

He reaches down into a drawer of his desk and starts writing the letter that would be sent out to every student in the following weeks.