Chapter 1: The Ancients

"Please take a seat," said Dumbledore.

Three out of the five teenagers sat in chairs around the room. The other two leaned against the walls and the pictures groaned a protest.

Dumbledore folded his hands atop his desk and glanced at each one of visitors in his office.

"So?" he inquired.

One of the teens leaning against the wall stepped forward. He wore a black cape with a black shirt and black pants. His skin was unnaturally pale and his blue eyes were haunting and piercing. He flicked black hair out of his eyes as he addressed Dumbledore.

"As you know Albus, we are from the Ancient Academy. I thought Legwrong sent word that we were coming."

"He did," said Dumbledore as he nodded.

"Then you are aware of our mission?"

"No, he didn't explain that part."

The young man with the blue eyes bowed slightly, "Forgive me, I am Landiver. We are all the top students in our class."

One of the other teens, a young woman with blond hair and a yellow dress, smiled at Dumbledore. "We are pleased to be here, and happy to help. I'm Sherry," she said.

Landiver nodded enthusiastically and pointed to the other man against the wall across the room, "Yes, and that's Falcon. He doesn't talk very much so I thought I would introduce him."

Falcon shifted slightly in response and pulled his dark green hood tight around him. In addition to that he wore a green shirt with long sleeves that was attached to the hood. His pants were brown corduroy with a black belt.

One of the others sitting in a chair next to Sherry said, "Perhaps we should tell Albus why we are here." He was a young man with snow white hair and white skin. His eyes were an intense shade of maroon yet, dull and unfocused as if he could not exactly place were Dumbledore was in the room. His clothing was that of a blue shirt and regular jeans.

Dumbledore had a puzzled look on his face as he watched the man's eyes shift around the room.

Landiver placed a hand on the man's shoulder, "Tonyur is blind. However, he does see certain things in shades of gold or maroon thanks to his training," he glanced down to give his friend a sympathetic look.

The woman on the opposite end of Sherry with spiky red hair, purple striped pants, a hot pink shirt, and olive skin suddenly exploded.

"All right, I'll say it! We are here; we are assigned to protect Harry Potter. We must have access to every common room and everywhere he goes. We must also protect everyone who is important to Harry; we will need everyone for the Resistance. And no one will follow unless we have Harry. Legwrong seems to think you have done a poor job of protecting him, so he sent us to protect all of you."

Landiver stared at the women for a couple of moments then brook into a nervous laugh.

"Kiyla is fiery by nature, she snaps at everyone. But what she said is true, I do not know how you plan to work it out, Albus, but it's going to have to work."

Dumbledore smirked at them over his half moon spectacles, "Seems as if we are going to acquire new transfer students."

Dumbledore rose from his seat and went to grab the Sorting Hat…