Authoress' Note: Okay, so I'm not doing so well with ideas. If anyone wants to give me something to write about, then I will…though I'm not sure I'll get to it. So…give this one a chance…tell me what you think. But anyways, I'm sorry about that last one, confusing no? Yes well…I don't believe anyone will ever be able to understand me; (laughs) especially when I write things at 2 in the morning and then post it anyway.

Quotes:

A good friend is a connection to life - a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world. -Lois Wyse

Advice from your friends in like the weather, some of it is good, some of it is bad.
-Anonymous

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Rowena Tudor…and even then only to an extent.

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Prologue

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It was raining outside.

She loved the rain, especially a warm rain. She loved standing outside, face turned upward and feeling the rain caress her face. It always helped her when she was stressed or needed to think; and right now she could use a little bit of relief.

Listening to the pounding of the rain against the windows and roof she sighed and leaned back in her large, poofy chair. The older man sitting in front of her rambling on and on about some other topic that she did not want to listen to, so decided to ignore. Even after all these years she still could not keep her mind focused on one thing when she was too tired. Taking a sip of her ice tea she sighed and turned to listen to her old Headmaster.

"I was hoping that my favorite student would come back and help me fill in a job as a teacher, though if you decline, I shall be forced to turn to…other forces to…help you in your response." He flashed a smile, fully aware that that was the only sentence she had heard in the past 14 minutes.

She snorted and a frown made its way to her face; she looked at the older man standing in front of her, "A job…as a teacher at Hogwarts. Albus I do believe you have the wrong person. I am no teacher, nor have ever wished to be. You of all people should know-"

She was cut off as the man with sparkling eyes smiled and said, "My dear Rowena, I believe you have seen more winters than I have and yet you do not wish to share the wisdom that you have from your experiences with others?"

Rolling her eyes she said, "No Albus, I do not. I know for a fact that those whom I would teach would use it for other uses that I would prefer not to speak of." At his chuckle she sighed and said, "Come now Albus, I may be old mentally, but truthfully, I am only a 20 year old woman who wanted to have had the chance to have a normal life, not some strung out, "Let's stay this age forever until you are cursed to death," life.

Getting up her robes fell gracefully around her; her hair tumbled off her shoulders so that it seemed as if a cascade of black water flowed down her back. "I appreciate the offer Albus but I do not think that there is any way for you to convince me otherwise." Walking over to the refrigerator she pulled out some green tea and poured herself another glass. Placing the pitcher of tea back into the refrigerator she took a sip.

Turning to look him in the eye she saw, instead, an amused twinkle in his eye that usually meant he was plotting. "Oh no…no, no, no, not him; I will not stand for this Albus. I am warning you. You may have my deepest respect but if you even try that…"

A cool, smooth voice cut her off and asked, "You called me Albus?"

Albus Dumbledore turned to face his Potions Master and smiled, "Why yes, yes I did. I do believe you remember Rowena Tudor."

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Authoress' Note: Alright! So…yeah…anyways, all will be revealed in later chapters about these two. It is the prologue, my dear readers. I do believe that one would do well to hit that little button right there, yes the one that says submit review. I do appreciate feedback. Flames are welcome but I must say, if one is going to flame me, make it so that I know what you're screaming at me about. Thank you.