Hey people! This is the prologue but I tweaked it a little because Jedi Knight 3 pointed out to me that Harry was in this chappy. Sorry about that by the way. You see, I was originally gonna start the story on the first day of term but figured the day before would be better, so just pretend that never happened, 'kay?

Albus Dumbledore walked down the main stairway and into the Great Hall, on August 31, 1993, with his colleges Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall by his side. He sat down at the staff table and started eating his breakfast. He was happy to be at Hogwarts and away from the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, who had been going mad because the wizard Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban, the wizards prison. Fudge had been asking Albus for advice on what he should do so often that, just yesterday, Albus had four owls tapping at his window, all from Fudge! Albus looked over at the two teachers to his side and chuckled, it wasn't even the first day of term and they were already fighting about Quidditch.

"You cannot be serious, Severus! Gryffindor hasn't lost match for the past two years!" Minerva exclaimed.

"Oh please, Minerva," Severus sneered, "you know that Gryffindor only won because Potter got lucky a couple of times!"

Minerva opened her mouth to make a remark, but was cut short by a scream that filled the hall. Albus looked up, and saw that a girl was falling down from the ceiling, right onto the table in front of the three of them. They all jumped up from their chairs and the hall was quiet.

"Owww. What happened! Who are you?" The person had stopped her moaning when she realized that she had an audience. Albus took a moment to look at her. She had copper hair, green eyes, deathly pale skin, and a face full of freckles. She was wearing dark jeans, a bright red shirt, a pair of trainers, and a neon pink backpack. She was very skinny and looked exceptionally malnourished in Albus's opinion.

Dumbledore took a step forward, wand still in his hand, "I am Professor Dumbledore, and who might you be?

She raised her eyebrows, "Dumbledore? As in Albus Dumbledore?" She snorted, "Yeah, right, very funny. Seriously, though who are you?" Dumbledore just stared at her. "Wait a minute are you seriously telling me that you are Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, ex-Transfiguration Professor, and the only one that Riddle ever feared? That Albus Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore smiled wryly at her, "That would be correct."

"Riiiight." Her voice oozed sarcasm. "And I'm Harry Potter!

"You don't believe me?" he asked.

"Of course I don't! Are you insane or something?"

Severus decided to step in at this time, "Silence! You will tell us who you are!"

Albus turned to the potions professor, "Severus, hold your tongue."

The girl giggled behind him, "Severus Snape? Wow if this is a prank you really went all out!"

"This is no prank you insolent girl! Now tell us who you are!"

The girl stared at Severus with a look of realization. "Professor, what's the date?"

Severus glared a moment more before answering, "August 31, 1993."

The girls eyes widened a bit, then she giggled, and fainted.