Dumbledore sat at his desk in the Headmaster's office staring at his wand wondering why it had been acting up this past week. He knew no had stolen it from him, or disarmed him or anything of the sort that would take away his ownership. So he sat there contemplating what had happened to it, for in the deepest recesses of his mind he knew he needed it's allegiance to become the Master of Death. He had searched for the cloak after that night but could not find it. The stone that he had once thought was the Resurrection stone, was not, and now his elder wand had stopped obeying him.
He sighs once more in exasperation for not only did he have problems with immortality he also was having problems with Neville. The boy was to spoiled and arrogant and cocky so that when he failed his training he blamed it on the teachers. He didn't try to work hard at anything besides his fame.
Honestly sometime his life was just to hard to handle for a one hundred fifty something wizard. Even if I am the greatest wizard since Merlin. I feel as though I'm getting older which I have a brilliant plan only I could come up with.
This year The-Boy-Who-Lived is coming to Hogwarts and I have formed a great plan to lure Voldemort here, than have Neville confront him. The great thing is I get a Philosophers stone out of it.
A loud alarm is heard in the Headmaster's room alerting him to a staff meeting. Dumbledore gets out from behind his desk and walks towards his door. He steps out of his door and journeys down the spiraling staircase and passing the gargoyle that guards his office. He walks down the hundred and forty-two staircases.
In the staff room McGonagall, an old lady with a wrinkly face, was asking Professor Snape a sour looking face with either no expression on his face or a scow, where the Headmaster was. "When is Dumbledore getting here. He always is late."
"Probably not for another hour I bet he is talking to that little brat, Longbottom." Snape sneered.
"Severus don't say such terrible things about the poor boy." She scolded him
"Surely you don't see how spoiled and arrogant he is Minerva." He sneered. "How he defeated the Dark Lord I don't know."
"Well I will admit that he is a bit spoiled." Minerva grudgingly admitted. Snape looked at her pointedly. She huffed. "Ok fine he is a terrible child."
Snape smirked in triumph and commented. "I don't understand what Dumbledore see's in the brat he melt any cauldron he uses and that grandmother of his doesn't help matters at all parading the child around like a trophy."
"Augusta is entitled to a little bragging rights, why I bet any parent would do the same things."
Snape opened his mouth about to insult Augusta when the door opened and Dumbledore along with the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff entered the staff room and sat on the chair that circled a small table with drinks of Coffee and Firewhiskey.
"Well now that where all here can please figure out who we are hiring for Defense Against the Dark Art post." Minerva questioned.
"Well besides Severus." Snape glared at Dumbledore at the mention of his name. "We have only one other applicant named Quirinus Quirrell."
"That wimp how did he go from Muggle studies professor to possible Defense candidate." Severus sneered at Albus.
"Oh Severus you do know he took a trip to Albania he probably got the knowledge from there." Dumbledore explain calmly. "Anyway do believe we should hire Mr. Quirrell for the Defense Against the Dark Art post." Albus said. "All in favor?"
All four raised there hands knowing that they wouldn't be able to win the argument with him. Though Snape did so grudgingly. " Excellent." Dumbelore declared clapping his wrinkly old hands together and smiling in joy at how he got his way. "Now that it's taken care let's go about our business. Oh! and Minerva don't forget to send Neville's letter." He winked conspiratorially.
All of the staff in the circle of chairs leapt up and follow Albus out the door while most of them went towards the Great Hall the Deputy Headmistress went to her office to look at the list of names.
In the transfiguration teacher's office an woman with graying hair and wrinkly sat at a desk looking at a automatically updated list of entrees for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. While a green quill scratched away beside her spelling out an invitation to join the school.
Minerva Mcgonagall's green eyes scanned the automatic enrollment paper that had all the names of the wizards and witches that were going to come to Hogwarts.
As she slowly read up and down the paper she saw name appear, one that she hadn't seen in nine years, and her eyes widened dramatically. Than she fainted.
Albus Dumbeldore slowly walked up the stairs to the top of the north tower where his Divination teacher was. He always forced himself to visit her once a month incase she told any prophecies. Though he still hated her with a passion, she always smelled like sherry, still he just had to make sure nothing bad would happen to his plan.
He started to climb up the ladder that lead to Sybill's room. inside the smoke swirled in characteristic spirals before floating out the small open window. A creaking is heard and a side door is opened.
A horribly ugly woman one that looked like a large, glittering insect. Sybill moved into the firelight, and you could see that she was very thin; her glasses magnified her eyes to several times their natural size, and she was draped in a gauzy spangled shawl. "Ah Headmaster I knew you would come today." She said in her misty voice trying to mystify me
"Of course Sybill shall we set up the table now." Trying to distract her from anymore predictions. I conjure up a circular table and two simple chairs for us to sit on she goes over to a cabinet with glass doors to grab some plates for us to eat off of. All the while the smoke is swirling and escaping out the window. A loud clattering sound is heard like hail hitting on a metal roof and bouncing off. I jump up in surprise and immediately spot Sybill she is standing still just staring at the case while it's doors are swinging back and forth than she starts to speak in a rasping voice. " The one that died but never left will return, and Death shall follow in his shadow. The darkness will cower before him, and the light shall seek to conquer one of the trio, the deceiver will be revealed. The New Town shall be freed from his bindings and Death shall be seen by all.
I feel a small smile coming on as I realized I had heard a new prophecy. Than I heard Sybill speak again. "Albus why are you smiling is something behind me that funny." She spoke with an curious expression on her face. " Oh! I broke that plates. How did I drop them?" She asked.
"Not now Sybill I must leave I just remembered something that I must do." I said in an imperious manner. Than I walk out of the room and out of the tower thinking about what I had heard. Who is this person that shall make the darkness cower before him hmm. Ha! must mean that could be evil because it also says Death shall follow in his shadow. I walk a little farther before stopping and mumbling. "But who this trio." I say this in a contemplative tone wondering who they are.
Since Dumbledore is standing there not paying attention to his surroundings he doesn't get out of the way when Minerva McGonagall come rushing into him almost nocking him over. "Minerva I am disappointed." He spoke in his most grandfatherly voice. "What caused you to run the halls in such a manner it is befitting of student not a member of the staff." She looked up surprised at hearing his voice. than she cried.
"Oh Albus you won't believe what name I saw on the schools enchanted student to be sheet." She said in her old voice sounding like she was horribly exasperated and tired at the same time.
"Well what name did you see." An odd feeling of dread was felt by Albus when she got a solemn look took over her face.
And than she said the name in her most serious voice. "Harry Potter." Albus got pale as a sheet of paper and almost fainted, all the while thinking back to the prophecy. Than his eyes opened wide and he fainted dead away