Uni: Well I am sorry that this is so short, but this is only the prologue. I hope you enjoy. Matt!

Matt: What kind of time is this to be posting a story? It's in the middle of the bloody night!

Uni: If you hurry you can go to bed again before you wake up completely

Matt: -.- She doesn't own Harry Potter or anything connected to the universe, same goes for Naruto. Goodnight!!

Uni: Nighty night Matt

Thanks to Cheryl-chan and Omen-chan for betaing

Harry Potter and the Demon Seals

Let it be known

Professor Minerva McGonagall, highly respected teacher and head of Gryffindor house, was finding herself having trouble breathing as she hurried across the large courtyard towards the main part of the huge castle that was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

She swore as a sudden harsh breath of warm summer air ruffled her clothes and carried her pointy hat off of her head, only to place it on the ground a few meters behind her.

It was not something she did very often - swear that is - but at this point she really couldn't help herself. It had been a fairly stressful morning to say the least, and having the wind against her as well was just about the last straw.

Not even bothering to turn around, the dark haired witch pulled out her wand from the inside of her cape, swung it aggressively in the air and yelled 'Accio Hat,' resulting in the hat flying through the air, and immediately returning to it's original place. By the time the hat had returned to her head, she was already at the main entrance to the castle.

Not bothering to open the doors by hand, she swung the wand she still had in her hand in the air again, this time resulting in the doors bursting open. The professor almost stumbled through the doors in her haste to reach her destination, cursing a little more for good measure as she hurried down the long halls and corridors.

Moment's later, Dumbledore looked up at a rather dishevelled looking McGonagall bursting through the door to his office, not even bothering to knock.

"Albus, you cannot be serious!" she practically yelled at the elderly man, currently seated behind his desk, at the other end of the room.

"Oh, but I am quite serious Minerva," the headmaster replied calmly as he rifled searchingly through the papers placed in front of him.

McGonagall sat down across from Dumbledore. The Headmaster sighed silently and stopped going through his papers, folding his hands on top of the small pile. He opened his mouth to say something, only to let it stay open in slight chock as yet another member of his teaching staff burst through the door, without knocking. He quickly composed himself again, however, closing his mouth.

"Tell me that you have not already done it!" Professor Severus Snape exclaimed hastily, the usual drawl gone from his voice as he slammed the door shut behind him.

"I am afraid that I can not do that Severus," Dumbledore answered a little annoyed that so many of his employees apparently seemed to have no problems bringing his authority into question, and then not even have the decency to knock when they came to do so.

Dumbledore quickly calmed himself though, and yet again opened his mouth to say something, just to let it stay open, yet again, in pure amazement, because yet again, he was interrupted by a teacher who did not bother knocking before literally flying through the door.

Professor Flitwick, the new acquisition, at least had the decency to apologise for his rude interruption, before he hurried to the other side of the room as Professor Sprout stormed in behind him. She was followed by Madams Hooch and Pomfrey, thus collecting all the teachers that were currently on school grounds in one room, and in no time at all, every one of the aforementioned teachers began arguing.

All the teachers, that is, except Dumbledore, who was beginning to believe he had made a fatal error in telling the Hogwarts faculty about his decision via owl instead of waiting for the opportunity to tell them face to face.

It had seemed such a good idea at the time. He hadn't felt like having the discussion with the teachers, seeing as how he had been up all night thinking about it. But even though he wasn't in the mood to discuss it with the staff that day, it didn't mean they didn't have a right to know what he had decided, so he had owled them all about it shortly after sunrise.

It was currently seven o'clock and he could see now that they had all come running the moment they had received his owl.

So realising that today was not going to be the day he got to catch up on the previous night's loss of sleep, he slowly but determinedly rose from his seat.

"Yes, thank you. That will be quite enough!" he boomed. The previously noisy room growing quickly and eerily silent. "Thank you. Now, if you will all be so kind as to take a seat, then I will try to explain to you all why I made the decision I did."

The teachers took their respective seats in silence while Dumbledore moved his fingers to rub his temples, giving a barely audible sigh as he sat down across from his staff. He could feel a slowly developing headache coming on.

"Well," he said, taking a deep breath. "I understand that all of you are very upset with the decision I made, but I can assure you all that I have thought long and hard about this, and I have come to the conclusion that we do not have a choice."

"What do you mean we don't have a choice?" Snape spoke up. "Of course we do!"

"No Severus, we don't," Dumbledore continued, a little annoyed at being interrupted again, for Merlin knows which time. "We don't have a choice, because we are responsible for the safety of both of them. Even though none of them are really connected to the magical world, the threat against them is. And could you imagine what a disaster it would be to the wizarding society if they fell into the wrong hands?"

"But Albus, what do you want us to do with them? Where are they going to stay while they're here?" McGonagall asked nervously, tugging at her robes.

"The first four will be sorted into the houses at the same time as the first year students. The last one will arrive later, if at all. When he arrives he will spend the days with me, while the other four go to regular school. I will try to make him useful."

"Those two!? In the houses?! Now!?" McGonagall shrieked. "They are dangerous! He is dangerous, Albus! He is unstable! In a fit of rage he could kill all the students!" The raven-haired witch was now breathing heavily again, but this time it wasn't from running.

Dumbledore rose and walked around to the other side of his large desk. He put a comforting hand on McGonagall's right shoulder. "Minerva, we need him to be able to work with others his own age, not just his team-mates. Believe me, if there was any other way for us to do this, we would, but we just don't have the time."

McGonagall breathed a large sigh of defeat. "You are right, as always, Professor Dumbledore," she said, smiling a little.

"Well, that is why I am the head master," the older man replied, eyes twinkling.

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Well, there you go. I have no idea where this came from O.o I am going to pull a Cheryl here and say that it is an experiment and if it doesn't go well, then I will make it a discontinuation Next chapter: The Sorting.