SO, you're all yelling at me right now, because I'm starting new stories when I haven't even update my other ones that are still considered "new." I'm sorry, the idea came at me and I had to write it down. Also, I'm starting a new system; I already have the next chapter written out I'm gonna wait for feedback first though before posting it, so review and I'll post it in a few days; maybe friday so I can write over the weekend. My other story the one with James Sirius Potter and Ted Lupin as a pair will be update hopefully, since I'm writing the next chapter for that one. My other Harry time travel one with him paired with Tom riddle is on hold because my computer crashed and thus my ideas with it, the same is with my teen titans story, sorry all. I'll get them updated when I remember where I was going to go with them. =) Enjoy this I think its off to a good start and remember this is the prologue so it's very short, the first real chapter is veeeeery long, its already going on 8 pages =) so it will be up if you review. Sorry for the grammar I have no beta.
Ajhena: She doesn't own harry potter so no sueing please.
This was revised due to a reveiw I received, I'm not saying It's perfect but, is this better your majesty?
Minerva McGonagall was the transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft a Wizardry, she loved her students but was strict when it came to rules and behavior. The three students she doubted but loved all the same were known as the marauders, everyone knew about them, actually she was sure the bloody Minister of Magic knew about them by now, it was one James Potter that she was always punishing, since it was him and Black who did most of the trouble causing, of course she didn't forget Remus, but in most cases it was Potter and Black who were currently trying to beat the record of, "most detentions given to a single student" and winning might she add.
She was still fond of them, for as much trouble they caused, it wouldn't be Hogwarts without them, since Minerva enjoyed some pranks and laughs every now and then too (but you'd never hear her admit that out loud). It was with this mindset that she was heading to the great hall for the opening feast that she saw the subject of her thoughts. James Potter was standing by the doors to the great hall, leaning against the wall, actually he looked as if he was sick, with his forehead was against the wall and his hands too, supporting his body from falling. She found this odd, and also odd that his group wasn't with him, she brushed this aside and addressed the youth.
"Mr. Potter, why aren't you in the great hall? The feast will be starting soon and I'm sure-"she was cut off by James swinging around so fast it would have made her dizzy to try.
"P-Professor…I…need help, please." He sounded as if he were going to faint at any second, this was not his normal behavior, she was starting to worry. She looked at him more closely and observed him and her eyes widened.
"The day James Potter asks for help…If this is about Miss Evans I regret to say I have no help for you." She told him suspiciously.
"Please Professor, I'm not James Potter, James Potter is my father…."