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Prologue
I was reading over a report one of the Junior Aurors had given me. My eyes flicked over the neat sentences, and I smiled. "This one's a pompous one" I muttered. I looked up from the report, and scanned my ever-messy desk. sighed, flicking my wand. The papers that were once sprawled across the desk were now neat and orderly. Sighing, I leant back into my chair. An owl flew into my office, and proffered it's leg. I took the letter, and frowned at the script.
Katania Aurelia Lucilla Beatrice Carmen Deidre Katherine Carmella Arigan
Head of Auror training, and 4th in command Auror. Office 4 Misitry of Magic
Dear Ms Arigan
I write to ask if you would accept a position as a Professor of Modern Magical History, 1900-to present day. You may resign when you want to, but you would have to suspend your Job as an Auror. I understand if you choose to turn down my offer, but we could use your help. Please come ASAP, Professor Binns will take your class if you choose to remain a full-time Auror.
Regards,
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwart
I frowned and tossed the letter to the side. Return to a place filled with my memories? Not a chance Dumbledore. I looked through my cupboard for howler-charmed parchment, and instead I found a battered book. I took it out, and blew off the dust. "My Memories of Hogwarts "I read. I glanced at the photo,and saw my friends, the Marauders. And the girls they hung out with. I opened the book carefully, and saw a note on the flyleaf.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAT!!! Enjoy your 17th!
Love, the Marauders & Co
The rest of the parchment was filled with the names of my friends and their own birthday wishes. I flicked through the scrapbook, tears trickling down my face as I read the captions. It ended with a photo of all of us near the lake, Hogwarts in the background, boarding the train for the last time. A timeline of my years. I smiled through the tears, seeing my friends laugh and joke. "I'll do it, I'll take the job. You always said I'd be a good teacher" I whispered. I answered Dmbledore's letter, saying I would start the day after the Drawing of the Goblet. I notified my superiors, who let me off easy. I hadn't taken a holiday, or a sick day for 15 years. They were glad I was taking a break. Charmlocking my office, I walked out of the office. "For you Marauders" I whispered. A gust of cold wind blew past me, sending my hair into my face. And deep down, I knew that they were watching.