Five years at Hogwarts has yet to prepare the trio and fellow schoolmates for this year. With the Ministry interfering with their learning and having to take in another's school abnormal students, what else could go wrong?

Half breeds. Animals. Monsters. These words were just that words but that did not stop them from hurting. They were demeaning and hurtful. It was telling them that they had no right to be here. To stand with them and they had had enough. It was time to take a stand and demand that their place be recognized by this society and the other. At least that was the plan.

However, plans do not always play out the way you want it to and this was one of those plans. The plan that had a fortune spent on it, trails upon trails, tears, and lives it all meant nothing now. Without this place, the whole thing fell to ruins. They had nowhere to go. No where except back to where they came from or shunned to.

"It's over. Everything…All of it is over."

"Headmistress? It does not have to be over. We can rebuild."

"No, we cannot rebuild. I never said anything because I believed in this and all of you. However, I was given a list of conditions that had to met every year. On that list was if something like this was to happen then the school would be shut down for good."

Everyone was shocked by this news. They had no idea what kind of strict pressure that their Headmistress had been in.

"This is not fair," a young girl cried out tears rolling down her face. "Why do we have to give everything up?! The other schools…"

"That's just why," another said with raging spite. "We are not other schools. We are this school and no one wanted this school."

"We are going to do now?"

" I will tell," an unfamiliar voice sounded.

Everyone turned. Many shuffled closer together, while others glared and hissed at those approaching.

"Calm yourselves please. We mean no harm."

" It's you," the Headmistress said as she took to her feet.

The one who spoke was a man with more gray hair than brown. He was dressed in very worn clothes that obviously did not fit him very well. He was one of the few that made something of a living within the magic world.

He was not alone though. There were three others. A man dress in all black with black hair that created a frame for his very pale face. A woman that despite the age that her body showed, had a strict airiness about her that many people would try their best not to mess with. And there was also another man. He had long silver hair and gold half moon spectacles. There was not a witch or wizard in the magic world that did not know this person's name.

"Professor Dumbledore, Remus," the Headmistress said. "What brings you to…" she looked back at the building laying in shambles and with a sigh looked back. "What brings you all the way put here?"