I feel so stupid for not mentioning this but that was the prologue so the actual story will take place six years later, during Dom's seventh year. The common room information isn't canon, per say, but it's not… not canon, either. And now… Chapter One:

The Ravenclaw room appeared emptier than usual when Dom made her way down the stairs from the girl's dormitory. The dome-shaped room's top floor, which was normally crowded with people due to the armchairs and desks being located up there, was practically empty. She peered down the spiral staircase and spotted a big mob of black robes and different shades of hair.

"Oi! Dommie!" Her little sister, Vic, was standing on the last step, waving up at her. "Get down here!"

"Don't call me that, Vicky. You're fifteen now."

Another person joined the blonde fifth year. An all too familiar person. "Yeah, Dommie!"

"TYLER!"

"I was right, back in first year. She is as much as a bitch as they say."

"Just wait until I get down there and I'll hit you myself! Smack him, Vic!"

"Are we really bringing violence into this?" their first year cousin, Lucy, joined the group as Dom held up her long robes, which she got a year ago in the hopes of a growth spurt, and ran down the last part of the way.

"We are if he's bringing up that stupid reputation!"

"The stupid reputation that half the school believes?" Vic smiled at Tyler behind Lucy's back.

"It'd be more if the other half of the school wasn't directly related to you."

Dom swung out at him but Juliet Dunbar moved across the room and grabbed her arm mid-air. "Honestly," she snapped, "you'd think that our seventh years would know better than to invoke violence to settle disputes. Although, it is you two, but think of the example you're setting for our younger Ravenclaws." She gestured to Lucy and Vic, her Head Girl badge nearly swinging off due to the movement.

"Blah, blah, I'm a bitch. Okay, cool. I think I'm caught up." Dom nodded. "What's everyone doing here?"

"There's a new announcement on the bulletin board!"

"You're gonna try out for Quidditch? Sorry, Luce, you don't seem the type. Or is it chess club? Hey, Vic, has Flit arrived back with a letter by any chance?"

"Keep track of your own owl!"

"But I need to know if the Prophet accepted my application."

Lucy waved her arms, jumping up and down. Dom may have not been particularly tall but Lucy was still the shortest of the bunch by far. "Hello! It's not that kind of announcement!"

Tyler nodded. "It's not, Dommie."

"Stop calling me that."

"Your sister does."

"Yes, but the keywords there are 'my sister'. Are you my sister, Ty? I sure hope not."

"But I'm your best friend."

"Best male friend. Which really puts you down a few pegs, I'm afraid. You see I have Abigail, not to mention quite a few female cousins, all of whom I prefer over you. Lets see… Vic, Lucy, Rose- or, err… not really Rose or Lily, Molly, and Roxy. You're down four pegs, already."

"Anyway!" Lucy interrupted, "Here!"

She thrust the paper at Dom, who leaned against the railing of the staircase to read it.

The Ministry is hiding.

Oh, you may not believe me but hear me out. These rules, the laws that tell us that underage witches and wizards aren't allowed to use magic outside of school, they're holding us back. They know that as a force, Hogwarts is much more powerful that they can ever hope to be. They've already been made to look like idiots by us once, when Harry Potter was right, and they don't want kids to show them up again.

But we can. Think about it. Who gets elected Minister? Adults. Why not us? We might not know as many spells as them or be able to use magic outside of Hogwarts but we're just as capable at deciding what's best for the community. Now, I'm not going to tell you who should run, because really… it's up to you. In two months, we'll hold a school wide vote for Minister and then, together, we'll get someone into office.

Please, think about it. Are you with me?

Dom turned it over but that was all. Unsigned.

"An… interesting idea."

"I think it's brilliant!" Lucy exclaimed. "It's all true."

Tyler and Vic nodded but Dom shook her head. "We're kids, we have to let adults make the decisions. It's just… it's how it works."

"Some things need to change, Dommie."

She didn't stop him that time but sighed. "I don't like it."

Flit interrupted History of Magic class by swooping in and dropping a letter by Dom's foot, as if to hide the mail. Professor Binns, who may have never noticed, only realized when a bored Gryffindor hit her owl with his quill and the off-balance bird slammed into his desk. Dom hurried up the aisle to grab him and regretted it immediately. Professor Binns, despite being transparent, could still glare at her.

"Five points from Ravenclaw, Weasley, for your owl's horrible timing. Where was I?"

Dom hurried over to the window and threw Flit out of it, before returning to her desk. It was a letter from the Prophet which Tyler, who sat next to her, had picked up. She grabbed it from him, roughly and peeled it open under her desk.

Dear Ms. Weasley,

While we wish we could offer you a spot at our office, we are rather crowded at the moment and will have to decline your request. We suggest trying Witch Weekly, Transfiguration Today, or a similar paper.

We thank you for your consideration and would love to have you apply again in the future.

She threw down the letter in disgust, ignoring the 'sincerely' all together.

"Nothing?"

"Nope. They're 'rather crowded'."

"That sucks. Can I see?"

She handed it over. "Don't you dare laugh."

He turned it over. "Look at the back, idiot."

"What?"

"My older sister got one of these. It's kind of a test of sorts. They want to make sure you're observant. For you, that should get a 'T'."

The period ended and she jumped to her feet and threw her arms around him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank-"

"I swear to Merlin, Dom, if you don't stop…"

"I thought you wanted my thanks."

"Well, you'd be wrong. I know you might be shocked by that but the rest of us aren't."

She let go and followed him out of the room. In sloppy blue ink on the backside of the paper, the letter read:

Congratulations, you did it!

You've proved that you're more observant than most of the applicants we get here. You wouldn't imagine the number of witches and wizards who won't even bother to turn over the letter. That's the first thing to learn, always turn over the paper. Always check everything. Details make the story. And write down everything you discover, we've all thought we could remember something and then can't when we're called to write the article.

But that's beside the point. Welcome to the Daily Prophet acceptance program. Just because you've found this doesn't mean you're getting in. Not at all. First, you must prove yourself capable of writing an article. We've seen your grades and your sample writing, Ms. Weasley, but now you have to write about what we tell you to write, under our restrictions. Have fun!

Your assignment is to write a series of articles on the mysterious notes that have been popping up on your school bulletin boards. Interview people, ask questions, follow leads. You're a mini detective now, act like it. We've been doing some detective work of our own and we have our own ways to find stories. But this is you proving yourself so you're going to have to figure this out on your own. We expect our first article in two weeks time and then weekly articles until we either say you can stop or this whole mystery has been unwoven. Remember, every week means that you're going to have to find something to fascinate readers each time. You're our intern now, everything will be published. So make it good.

It was unsigned and the paragraphs were cramped together but Dom didn't care. She was being considered and she had an article. An article which would be published. And people would read it and maybe even talk about it to their friends or think about it and it would be out there. Out in the world.

Let the mission begin.