Author's Note: Hello everyone! This is just the prologue, so of course, it is short. I just wanted to give you all a little bit before arriving at Hogwarts and to give you a sense of my original character, Callista Meladire. This is a rewrite to my previous story entitled Breaking Dawn. I hope you all enjoy! Please review! And as always everything belong to JK Rowling.

Prologue:

Wind whistled through the hills and valleys of the lush green English countryside. It breezed across the smooth plains. It danced amid the trees, intertwining each branch and leaf. Carried by its smooth currents, a small barred owl glided over the landscape. Small white and brown feathers framing its beady black eyes fluttered wildly as it searched the ground below. A crisp envelope swung to and fro from its beak.

Many hours had passed since the bird had been sent out. It had passed over cities, small villages, and vast fields. All were obstacles delaying it from reaching its goal. Then, on the horizon, a line of trees appeared. Finally, it knew its destination was near.

Spread across the ground like a blanket was a dark, dense forest. Thick evergreen trees were laid out for miles upon miles beneath the small bird. To its despair, its journey continued. For several more hours, nothing more than trees was seen. The forest seemed to be never ending. Black eyes, suddenly stopped their search and focused on the valley below. Filling the gorge in the center of the woods was a large clearing, easily visible from the sky.

The owl began its descent. Its gaze bore into a massive structure occupying the majority of the land below. It was a house, rather a mansion, covered in bricks faded with age. Well-groomed hedges decorated the front lawn on either side of a stone walkway leading to the front entrance.

The owl soared full circle round the mansion. There was at the least one hundred windows, but none were open. At each window, it paused hoping to either be let in or find some other way inside. The small owl, getting slightly flustered by not being able to deliver the letter, circled the house again and again. At last, it spotted its way inside. A window with double panes had be cracked open, just enough for the bird to gain access.

After quickly darting inside, it perched itself on the first object it came to, a cushioned armchair. Black eyes darted around the room which appeared to be a small library. The walls were lined with books reaching to the ceiling. There were chairs, love seats, and desks scattered throughout the room, but they were all vacant save one large desk set near the doorway where a woman sat with her full attention on a multitude of papers spread before her.

Suddenly, a low hum crept upon the owl. Its eyes quickly swept the room. The woman he had observed was watching him. No, her gaze was too low. The owl looked to the floor. Crouched with its chest flat to the floor and butt towards the ceiling was a lean, sleek, silver cat. Its dark amber eyes staring at the owl, while its tail swept to and fro. Quick as ligh the cat leapt at the bird; but as soon as his paws left the carpet, the owl was in the air.

"Mordred, that's enough!" The lady ordered in a shockingly dark tone.

The brown and white owl landed on the desk before her, dropping the envelope. It looked back at the cat, Mordred, who sat in the armchair looking furious because of his failed attempt to catch and kill the bird.

"Now," the lady sighed flicking a wisp of blond hair from her face, "what do we have here?" Thin alabaster hands picked up the letter. After glancing over the address, she turned it. Stamped in traditional red wax was a crest bearing four creatures: a raven, badger, snake, and lion. Taking a gold letter opener from atop the desk, she ripped open the envelope and eagerly drank in the words before her. It read:

"Dear Ms. Meladire,

After due consideration and close examination of your resume, we are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen as the new History of Magic professor this coming term. All professors are asked to arrive at their earliest convenience in order to prepare for the students' arrival. We also request an owl in response to this letter no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress"

Pale rosebud lips spread into a smile revealing startling white teeth as she completed reading the letter. It had been nearly thirteen years since she had seen Hogwarts School. "It will be nice to see how the old castle is withstanding the load of their most famous student," she spoke to the sleek silver cat which had moved next to the desk, still eyeing the owl with intense curiosity. The bird, obviously taking note of its unwanted attention, screeched at the feline before quickly soaring out of reach. The cat watched it fly away, disappointment clearly swirling within its amber depths. "Don't look so put out," the woman said curtly as she ran a hand down the cat's back. "You'll eat soon enough." Turning her attention back to the letter, she opened one of the drawers to the desk and brought out a piece of parchment and a quill.

"I see the letter has finally arrived," a hoarse voice echoed from the entrance to the room.

"I swear, you get more and more like an old grandmother every day," the younger woman stated casting a quick glance at the elderly woman standing in the doorway. She was a short, stout old woman who stood under five feet tall. Thinning long gray hair was twisted and pinned upon her head. "You may come in." Her attention turned back to the task at hand. "It is rude to lurk in doorways."

The old woman took the comment with a smile. "I'm not lurking, dearie. I was merely passing by and stopped to catch my breath." After a moment she added, "How soon will you be leaving? I suppose you will be waiting until the last possible minute, again."

The quill the younger woman held filled with the room with the faint echo of scratching as she briskly wrote her response. "Not this time." She folded the letter and sealed it with a bit of black wax. "This job is of great importance to me, Silvia, and our goals for the future. I cannot afford for anything to go wrong." The elder woman nodded and continued down the hall. The sluggish movement of her feet were a mere whisper in the grand hallway.

Alone once again, aside from Mordred who had comfortable curled himself into the nearest armchair, the younger woman allowed her thoughts to consume her. This is it, she thought staring at the completed letter grasped in her thin hands. Everything is going to change.

So, that was just a small piece before chapter one which should be up within the next week, I hope. Thank you all for reading and please don't forget to leave a review!