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Prologue

It was the end of the sorting in the great hall and every one was present but one student.

Harry Potter

Harry had been missing over the last couple months, since a couple days after school ended last term. When owls started returning to theirs owners with the original letters still attached, Harry's friends started to worry. A search party headed by the Weasleys and Professor Dumbledore, resulted in the wizarding worlds complete and utter confusion. There was no trace of a struggle or any thing that would leave them any clue as to what happened.

Months went by with constant worry and a need for explanation, yet nothing turned up. Finally the day of the welcoming feast came and students were gathered in the great hall waiting for Dumbledore to give his speech. The professor stood up, his eyes looking over the students and resting on Harry's usual chair.

'What happened to you, Harry?' Dumbledore thought to him self, the twinkle in his eyes diminishing.

"Welcome students, to another year of learning," Dumbledore began "in the last few years it has seemed difficult to keep a teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts employed for more than one year. So, I would like to introduce to you your new teacher, who will hopefully put an end to this tradition, Professor Jacob Smith."

Professor Jacob Smith was a tall, slender, dirty blond haired man, that stood around 6' 4" and weighed about 160 pounds. He looked determined and strict, but as if he could be kind and gentle in his own way. The great hall erupted with applause while professor smith stood and bowed to the students.

As the applause died down Dumbledore was about to begin speaking again when the doors to the great hall started to creak open. With the doors being as large as they where they made extremely loud creaks that filled the entire hall.

A short person hooded with a deep midnight black cloak that seemed to glow in the candle light, tried to walk in as unnoticeable as possible, but failed miserably. Everyone within the great hall was looking directly at the person.

At that moment Dumbledore decided to go over to the figure, as it was obvious that the person was not planning on doing anything any time soon. Dumbledore walked around the teachers table and to the figure. In the back of Dumbledore's mind he was hoping that this person had some information to Harry's condition or whereabouts, as the appearance was unexpected.

"May I help you with something?" Dumbledore asked the figure.

The figure looked up enough for only Dumbledore to be able to see it's face. The Professor's eyes grew to an enormous size as he realized who it was.

The figure leaned forward and whispered in Dumbledore's ear

'I am leaving the wizarding world, I will not be used as a weapon, no matter what the cause. I will avenge my parent's death in my own way and on my own time. Do not attempt to find me'.

The figure turned and started to leave but Dumbledore tried to grab the persons arm. Right when Dumbledore touched the figures arm, with a crack he was thrown back a couple feet and landed on his back.

The figure never broke stride and left the great hall planning on never returning.

Most of the teachers were surrounding Dumbledore asking if he was alright, and who the figure was. Snape reached down and pulled Dumbledore up to his feet, while the headmaster regained his bearings. As Dumbledore was bombarded with questions, the most prominent being 'who was that' and 'who could do that to you', he muttered one word that made the entire hall go silent

'Harry'

A/N
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Davyh22