Author's Note:

Hi everyone! Okay, so this was basically just a wild idea I had a while back and I thought I'd start writing this story just for the fun of it. Normally I write longer chapters, but I'd rather keep it short and sweet, than prolonged and boring. This is just the prologue; setting the scene for what is to happen, but I can't wait to hear what you guys think. :)

Anyhow, on with the summary: In this story, Dumbledore had received a prophecy of an unexpected visitor that would arrive. Then one night, an anomaly occurs outside the castle and Gaara is somehow transported to the Wizarding World. Trouble is bound to occur, and with Gaara being isolated by many of the students, one girl goes out of her way to befriend him. (Three guesses who that is. XD)

I have never written a story involving Luna before, so this is a little experiment on my part. :) Hope you all like the prologue and I'll try to have the next chapter up soon!

The first thing to occur was the longest silence ever recorded in their history. In a world of magic, divination and enchanted creatures, there shouldn't have been anything that was deemed strange for the various witches and wizards of Hogwarts. However, 'strange' didn't even begin to describe the events that were unfolding before the eyes of the bespectacled headmaster and his ensemble.

"We cannot afford to take any chances, Headmaster," the voice of Severus echoed through the empty chamber. "It's too great a risk to keep him here, not to mention the trouble that could ensue if he were to be confronted by the students."

Minerva glared at the stone faced potion master, before addressing the headmaster.

"He's just a boy, Albus. Surely he couldn't-"

"Need I remind you that despite all of our defenses and enchantments; ones that were specifically designed to ward off intruders and prohibit apparation in and out of the castle, were breached the minute he appeared?" Snape responded, pointing an accused finger at the object of his argument. "We don't know what he is capable of and we should treat this matter as we would any other."

"So you propose we lock him up and treat him as a prisoner? The boy has already been through so much, he doesn't even know where he is!" McGonagall exclaimed in a hushed tone.

"It is the way we have always treated trespassers, and it only seems fair we offer the intruder the same courtesy," Snape replied in his usual monotone voice.

The banter between the two continued, while the pale blue eyes of the bearded wizard glossed over the unconscious figure lying on the hospital bed before them. His fiery red hair stood out amongst the white sheets as his breathing escalated; a pained expression adorning the boy's features. Dumbledore's eyes traveled to his right where he eyed the peculiar object that had accompanied their visitor. A cracked gourd, filled to the brim with sand leaned against the wall. The night's events replayed in his mind as his face set in a thoughtful expression.

A loud crackling had resounded through the castle, followed by the fierce howling of wind. The sky ripped open in a flash of bright light, lightning scattering all around the castle. The cloaked figures of the headmaster and the house heads hurried outside.

A large bolt of lightning snaked across the sky and flung towards the Astronomy Tower. With haste, McGonagall cast a defensive spell; an invisible shield surrounding the tower. Yet, the moment the energy bolt made contact, a loud explosion occurred, the force of it sending a gust of wind towards them. At once, three more streaks of lightning expanded across the sky two of which headed directly towards the castle. Dumbledore pulled out his wand, and swung his arm in a circular motion before a large, silvery shield appeared and encased the bolts of energy in an enormous translucent orb. Straining himself, Dumbledore kept the ball of energy suspended in the air, before flinging his wand forward, sending the orb directly toward the source of light.

The collision caused a deafening explosion that sent forks of lightning across the once starry sky. The wind was picking up, all gushing towards the opening in the sky as McGonagall prepared another defensive spell, but she stopped abruptly when a painful scream erupted from the light. Snape stepped forward, casting a protective spell just as the ball exploded, causing the earth beneath them to quake.

The three figures were hunched over on the ground, when everything finally settled and the sky was restored to its former state. Despite what had happened, the dishevelled professors glanced at each other, all asking the same question. Dumbledore turned around, his gaze travelling to the scene of the anomaly, only to stop in his tracks.

Before them was a sight that was not easily explained or apprehended. A colossal ball of hardened sand lay embedded in a web-like structure of more solid sand. The object itself was astonishing, but what stood out above all, was the young boy's face that was visible through the shattered half of the sand-shield…

Dumbledore's expression turned to one of consideration, whilst eyeing the gourd of sand. He knew the boy was not of this world, and it was indeed just as it had been foretold a few weeks prior.

'A strange visitor will enter the borders which you have attempted to conceal. Not of magic, nor of creatures, but of something greater…'

Remembering part of the prophecy that had been given to him, Dumbledore closed his eyes and held up his hand, silencing the two house heads.

"The boy has been through enough as it is. He will stay here until he is fully recovered."

"Headmaster, he is an intruder-"

"He is in need of a home, Severus. And Hogwarts will always provide help to those who need it."

A heavy silence settled in the room, Snape deciding to hold his tongue.

"Severus, I know you deem this decision foolhardy, but I implore you to see method in my madness."

With 'n solemn expression, Snape nodded hesitantly. "As you wish, Headmaster. However, I must ask what you intend to do with the gourd?"

"I will leave that to you, Severus. It needs to be gaurded at all times, and for the time being, kept away from the boy."

"I understand, Headmaster," he replied, ending the conversation between the three of them.

The last thing to occur was the longest silence ever recorded in their history. Two worlds that were never supposed to meet, were now interlaced by the threads of fate. Together, they would rewrite the future...

AN: Okay, so that was the prologue. Hope you all enjoyed. (I'm sorry if it's really short or abrupt you guys :) )