Maximus Maith. That's who I am and that's who I will always be. Maith, a name that is my burden. I am, for now, a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry going by the last name of Sillian. This is one of my many years at the school and McGonagall has just retired as headmistress. I'm jerked out of my reminiscing as nervous first years arrive and jostle themselves into the room to stand in front of our new headmaster. As the the Sorting Hat yells out a Hogwarts house the students from all houses cheer and applaud. A name is called and I watch a young boy with silvery blue eyes, sandy brown hair with a scar under his left eye walk up to the hat. Kyi. The only reason I'm here. Glancing at the crowd, I see a girl studying him very closely. Something was odd about her. She reminded you of lost love, and hope, and sadness and happiness all at once. I realized I was staring (She's only 11!), and quickly I looked back up as the headmaster puts the hat on Kyi. The sorting hat shudders when placed on Kyi's head, as if it knows what's yet to come, and proclaims "Ravenclaw," as heard from outside the school was a howl from a wolf...