A/N: Hello there friends! Welcome to my first Harry Potter fanfiction...hope you enjoy!

Written in the Stars

Prologue

Albus Dumbledore observed the scene in front of him, amusement playing on his worn, but wise and gentle face. He didn't say a word to stop the bickering between his two top students. Instead, he popped another chocolate frog into his mouth.

Being headmaster had its perks. Watching the petty, yet rather comical teenage drama was one of them—especially when the center of much of Hogwarts' drama sat in his office arguing with one another.

There were James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin of course. The three boys were as different as could be—James was the over confident, yet genuinely nice leader, Sirius the tough, cool daredevil, Remus the studious, kind, hard worker—and yet the three Gryffindors were inseparable. They made up ¾ of the infamous group, The Marauders, and other students would do anything to be on good and friendly terms with the most popular boys in the school.

Or at least, a good portion of the student body would. Lily Evans was not included in this portion. She was also currently seated in Dumbledore's office. At least, she had been seated. She was now standing, so that she was closer to James' height as she shouted at him. James was still taller, but it didn't matter how much taller someone was when it came to Lily's expression. Her bright green eyes were ablaze as she glared up at James. If looks could kill, Dumbledore thought.

Lily's temper never ceased to amaze Dumbledore. He never would have pegged the graceful and organized Lily Evans as a girl to have a temper as bad as the thunderstorm raging outside the castle walls. Lily normally didn't unleash this fiery side of her personality, but the Marauders brought it out of her. Unlike the majority of the school, and their fellow Gryffindors, Lily couldn't stand the boys. She thought they were cocky, insufferable prats—Dumbledore had heard her shout those very words countless times before—and she never let them get the best of her. However, the boys weren't the only ones Lily had to worry about fighting with.

Rachel Wood, also a 6th year Gryffindor, had grown up with James Potter, and was therefore close with the rest of the Marauders as well. She was very protective of the boys, and as a result, she and Lily loathed each other. Currently, Rachel was being held back by Sirius and Remus so that she wouldn't attack Lily right then and there in the Headmaster's office. Her dirty blonde curls fell out of her messy bun as she struggled to get free, livid that someone was treating her best friend in such an awful manner.

"—Insufferable PRAT!" Dumbledore tuned back in just in time to hear Lily shout the all too familiar words, and he sighed. Lily was an incredibly talented and bright witch, but she needed new insults.

All of them were incredibly talented and bright, however, which was why the five of them were gathered in Dumbledore's office on the first day of their 6th year. And that thought brought Dumbledore back to reality.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat loudly, causing the five teenagers to look at him. "If you're quite finished, I would like to explain to you all why I have asked you to come here," he said, his blue eyes twinkling at the students. They all sat back down somewhat sheepishly, although the tension was clearly still high.

"I'm so sorry, Professor," Lily said timidly. "It won't happen again."

"Yes, it will," Dumbledore said light heartedly. "But it's quite all right."

"You wanted to speak with us?" Remus asked.

"Ah yes. I'll just get to it, since I'm sure you would like to get to bed early before your classes start tomorrow." Dumbledore shifted in his chair so he could look at the teenagers more closely. "As you probably know, the five of you are at the top of your class, and I am very proud of you." The five teenagers smiled widely, amazed to be getting such praise from Dumbledore himself. "There is something that you do not know, however. Your grades and your advanced level of magical performance aren't just a lucky happenstance. "

"What do you mean, Professor?" James asked, ignoring Lily's snide look brought on by his interruption.

"I mean, Mr. Potter, that there is a reason why you all seem to be more magically gifted than the rest of the students at Hogwarts."

"You mean we aren't just better than everyone else?" Sirius smirked. Lily shot him a death glare, but he ignored her. Dumbledore chuckled and said,

"I'm afraid there truly is a reason Mr. Black, but I assure you, it's not disappointing. I assume you have all done research on sorcerers in your studies?"

"Of course!" Lily said, and launched into the definition. "Sorcerers are a more powerful type of witch or wizard. If a wizard is a sorcerer, they officially become so at age 16, although there are signs to indicate their powers before then. Wandless magic comes easily to them, and spells have more power when they come from a sorcerer's wand. They also have special abilities most wizards don't have, and each sorcerer has a different special ability from the others."

"Show off," Sirius muttered. Lily shot him another death glare, but Dumbledore continued before any arguing could begin.

"Very good, Miss Evans. All of that information is quite accurate. Sorcerers aren't extremely rare—we usually have one or two every few years. Hogwarts hasn't seen any sorcerers for a very long while, however, which is why it doesn't surprise me to find five this year." It didn't take long for the news to process in the teenagers' minds, and their eyes widened simultaneously. Rachel was the first to speak.

"You mean…the five of us—we're sorcerers?"

"Yes, Miss Wood. Which is why I called you all here today."

"But…how?" Remus asked. "I mean, we might be good at our studies, but none of us seem to be incredibly special…no offense guys," he added, seeing as he was the only one who got along with everyone seated around him.

"Mr. Lupin, haven't you noticed that the five of you barely have to study to get full marks? Or that you seem to get spells, charms and potions correct on your first try? Or that when you're angry, you have a harder time controlling your magic than most everyone else?"

"Well, I suppose so, but…"

"There aren't any buts about it. Since you are all 16 now, it is crucial you begin training, so your powers are used correctly. Every Thursday at 7:00PM, I expect you all in my office. The more you learn now, the easier it will be for you to control your powers. You also have to promise me that you won't say a word of this to anyone. Anyone at all—not even your closest of friends. It is a dangerous world outside these walls, and if Lord Voldemort learns that the five of you have powers that could make you even more powerful than he, you will be in great danger. Can I have your word?" There were mutters of 'yes' all around, and Dumbledore smiled. "Excellent. I'll answer any questions you have on Thursday. As of now, you should head off to bed so you can be awake and alert for your classes tomorrow. Good night!"

"Good night, Professor," the teenagers said together. Too shocked to say anything else, they left in silence.

Dumbledore smiled to himself, relaxing back into his chair after they left the room. It would be an interesting year, that was for sure.

A/N: Well, there's the prologue. Please review! I appreciate criticism and compliments alike, but I will not take a flame without flaming back, so be warned!