Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter but I am working on some plans to get it, many of which involve a time machine and an army of flying monkeys.
A/N: Hey all, this is just the prologue to a story that my muse Snape demanded me to write.
Snape: Yes I did.
Me: I have no willpower against him. Sigh
Snape: Muahahaha!
Anyway, enjoy!
Prologue:
Dumbledore sat in his office on the day before start-of-term as he pondered the coming year. The mood would quite possibly be dismal, Voldemort's return wouldn't exactly bring peace on earth and good will towards men. As he discussed ways to lighten the school's atmosphere with one of his spindly silver machines, an idea came to him.
"Aha!" he cried as glee filled his face. He conjured quill and parchment with a flick of his wrist and began working out the details of his plan.
He was smiling mysteriously as he wrote.
Fawkes took one look at him and began to moult.