Albus Dumbledore was in his office presenting the newest facts to the Hogwarts Staff. He sat behind his desk, his granddaughter Alice at his side. In rows of chairs on the other side of the desk sat Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape and his nephew Truvius, Professor Sprout and Trelawny, the other Hogwarts graduates who had just arrived, and the rest of the professors.
"Now I would like to introduce you to the graduated Hogwarts students who have been kind enough to come and help us during this troubled time. You already know my grand-daughter Alice, who comes to us from the Salem University of Magical Studies, and is currently getting her masters in Transfiguration, in America. You are also aquatinted with Truvius Snape, who was studying at The New School of Dark Awareness, in London. May I present to you the other three students who have come to assist us with their skills and knowledge: First, There is a Miss Hermione Granger, who is currently attending Opolan University in North Ireland, as a Muggle Relations major. Many of you may remember her from her days at Hogwarts. Next we have a real treat, Mister Harry Potter. I do believe Mister Potter is doing some work with the Ministry of Magic as an Auror. And finally, we have another student from the same class as Hermione, Mister Draco Malfoy. He studies Potions with a private teacher in the north of Scotland. Please," Dumbledore said as he motioned for the students to stand up, "Give these fine young men and women a hand, as I'm sure they will prove to be more than an asset to us in the future. These are the jewels of Hogwart's past, and I'm sure that you will respect them as the rest of the Professors. They are to have full staff privileges."
Dumbledore continued to pace behind his desk as the applauding came to an end and finally died. He took a watch from his pocket, which contained nine miniature plants revolving around the sun, and sighed.
"The time is growing near," he said, "When we will be forced to make great decisions. I'm sure you are all aware of the main reason I have called you here. There have been many rumors in the Daily Prophet about the return of Voldermort." (Many off the staff members cringed at the mention of this name.) "However, no one has been able to confirm these rumors - until now." He held up a photograph, which showed an unicorn lying lifeless on the ground. "You may all remember the last time a unicorn was slaughtered. It was indeed by the Death Eaters. This one was killed only last week. About half an hour before it was killed, many muggles reported seeing a sort of fireworks display that appeared to be a skull and a snake. Of course, their memory was altered, however, this is still a very serious sign."
Dumbledore sat back down in his purple velvet chair. He pulled his glasses off his nose and placed them in a case on his desk. "Professor Snape will be leaving us soon, as he has many connections with the Death Eaters. Truvius Snape will be taking his place, alongside of Mister Malfoy. Alice will be my personal assistant, and help make sure that the school runs smoothly. If I am called away, Professor McGonagall will take my place, and Alice will run her Transfiguration class. Harry will serve as Defense Against The Dark Arts assistant, as well as providing Hogwarts with the eyes of an Auror. Miss Granger will also assist me here, as a primary researcher as the recent happenings of the Death eaters. I would like as little of this matter as possible to get out to the students. I would like to avoid mass panic if at all possible." Albus' eyes twinkled. "Of course, I know that students will also find out everything eventually. Lets keep this matter as low as we can, though."
A bell could be heard outside of Dumbledore's office. "That was the end of breakfast. I suggest you go to your classes now, to avoid a mutiny later." He smiled. "And, I wish you all the best of luck."
As they exited Dumbledore's office, Truvius caught Alice's hand. "We need to talk," He said through a friendly smile, so no one could tell what he was saying. She nodded, and they parted ways, only to meet in an abandoned class room down the hall.
Alice stood in the corner. She had her wand out and was tapping bricks in the wall. Truvius began doing the same.
"I know its around here - why can't that brick ever stay in the same place?" She mumbled as stood on top of a desk to reach the highest bricks.
"I've got it," Truvius said as he helped Alice off of the desk. A door had appeared in the wall. They entered the door and watched it close behind them. They were now in a dimly lit corridor made of cobblestone. There were candles on the walls producing the very little light that was there. Along each side of the corridor were door upon door, as far as the eye could see.
"Where do you want to go?" Asked Alice as she straitened her brown-red hair. She looked up at Truvius. He was already walking down the hall.
Running to catch up with him, Alice began to have many wild thoughts pop into her mind. 'What if he's really on Voldermort's side, and has brought me here to kill me? What if he wants to run away with me forever? What if he's gone crazy? What if...' Alice's thoughts were cut short when Truvius abruptly stopped in front of a door way.
"This one," he said, as he stepped inside.
"Now I would like to introduce you to the graduated Hogwarts students who have been kind enough to come and help us during this troubled time. You already know my grand-daughter Alice, who comes to us from the Salem University of Magical Studies, and is currently getting her masters in Transfiguration, in America. You are also aquatinted with Truvius Snape, who was studying at The New School of Dark Awareness, in London. May I present to you the other three students who have come to assist us with their skills and knowledge: First, There is a Miss Hermione Granger, who is currently attending Opolan University in North Ireland, as a Muggle Relations major. Many of you may remember her from her days at Hogwarts. Next we have a real treat, Mister Harry Potter. I do believe Mister Potter is doing some work with the Ministry of Magic as an Auror. And finally, we have another student from the same class as Hermione, Mister Draco Malfoy. He studies Potions with a private teacher in the north of Scotland. Please," Dumbledore said as he motioned for the students to stand up, "Give these fine young men and women a hand, as I'm sure they will prove to be more than an asset to us in the future. These are the jewels of Hogwart's past, and I'm sure that you will respect them as the rest of the Professors. They are to have full staff privileges."
Dumbledore continued to pace behind his desk as the applauding came to an end and finally died. He took a watch from his pocket, which contained nine miniature plants revolving around the sun, and sighed.
"The time is growing near," he said, "When we will be forced to make great decisions. I'm sure you are all aware of the main reason I have called you here. There have been many rumors in the Daily Prophet about the return of Voldermort." (Many off the staff members cringed at the mention of this name.) "However, no one has been able to confirm these rumors - until now." He held up a photograph, which showed an unicorn lying lifeless on the ground. "You may all remember the last time a unicorn was slaughtered. It was indeed by the Death Eaters. This one was killed only last week. About half an hour before it was killed, many muggles reported seeing a sort of fireworks display that appeared to be a skull and a snake. Of course, their memory was altered, however, this is still a very serious sign."
Dumbledore sat back down in his purple velvet chair. He pulled his glasses off his nose and placed them in a case on his desk. "Professor Snape will be leaving us soon, as he has many connections with the Death Eaters. Truvius Snape will be taking his place, alongside of Mister Malfoy. Alice will be my personal assistant, and help make sure that the school runs smoothly. If I am called away, Professor McGonagall will take my place, and Alice will run her Transfiguration class. Harry will serve as Defense Against The Dark Arts assistant, as well as providing Hogwarts with the eyes of an Auror. Miss Granger will also assist me here, as a primary researcher as the recent happenings of the Death eaters. I would like as little of this matter as possible to get out to the students. I would like to avoid mass panic if at all possible." Albus' eyes twinkled. "Of course, I know that students will also find out everything eventually. Lets keep this matter as low as we can, though."
A bell could be heard outside of Dumbledore's office. "That was the end of breakfast. I suggest you go to your classes now, to avoid a mutiny later." He smiled. "And, I wish you all the best of luck."
As they exited Dumbledore's office, Truvius caught Alice's hand. "We need to talk," He said through a friendly smile, so no one could tell what he was saying. She nodded, and they parted ways, only to meet in an abandoned class room down the hall.
Alice stood in the corner. She had her wand out and was tapping bricks in the wall. Truvius began doing the same.
"I know its around here - why can't that brick ever stay in the same place?" She mumbled as stood on top of a desk to reach the highest bricks.
"I've got it," Truvius said as he helped Alice off of the desk. A door had appeared in the wall. They entered the door and watched it close behind them. They were now in a dimly lit corridor made of cobblestone. There were candles on the walls producing the very little light that was there. Along each side of the corridor were door upon door, as far as the eye could see.
"Where do you want to go?" Asked Alice as she straitened her brown-red hair. She looked up at Truvius. He was already walking down the hall.
Running to catch up with him, Alice began to have many wild thoughts pop into her mind. 'What if he's really on Voldermort's side, and has brought me here to kill me? What if he wants to run away with me forever? What if he's gone crazy? What if...' Alice's thoughts were cut short when Truvius abruptly stopped in front of a door way.
"This one," he said, as he stepped inside.
