Prologue


The Minister of Magic sat in front of the Headmaster's desk shaking his head in denial, "B…but that's impossible!" stammered the middle-aged man with graying hair.

"I'm afraid it's true," answered the aged wizard as he leaned back into his cushioned chair, his hands folded comfortably across his stomach.

"But there has never been a natural-born witch born on the Hellmouth," Fudge argued .

"Actually, there has been one recorded case in the early eighteen hundreds. But that's beside the point. Our records do not lie," replied the Headmaster solemnly. He did not want to dwell on the details of that incident. It ended quite badly. Somehow the locals got a whiff that the young girl was a witch and she was burned at the stake before the school could procure the poor girl.

"Then why didn't she show up on your records before? Merlin, Albus, she is

nearly sixteen years old! If she was truly a witch, shouldn't we have known it by now?" Fudge sneered in triumph.

"She has gone undetected until now due to the mystical forces that surround the Hellmouth," answered the Headmaster smoothly.

"So what's changed?" Fudge questioned as his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Our sources recognized her as a candidate when she performed a powerful spell," answered Dumbledore.

"She's practicing? She's muggle born! How the bloody hell can she be practicing and just how powerful is she!" Fudge roared in outrage. It just kept getting better and better. This was just one big screw up, as far as he was concerned.

The Headmaster ignored the younger man's outburst and stared him in the eyes. He leaned forward in his chair until his folded hands rested on the surface of his large antique wooden desk. "As you and I both know, Sunnydale is no ordinary muggle town. It's perfectly feasible for someone with an aptitude for magic to be drawn to the mystical forces that exist there. And as for how powerful she is... well, let's just say it is enough to garner the attention of myself, the Ministry of Magic and another who shall not be named. If she did not exhibit any significant abilities I would have let her be, but unfortunately, that is not the case," answered Dumbledore calmly.

The minister's head fell forward into his hand and he began to massage his forehead tiredly. He sighed. "Merlin, this is a mess. She's been living on top of a Hellmouth for sixteen years…SIXTEEN. There's no telling what effect the dark forces that exist there will have on her magic! Surely she would have been tainted by the Dark Arts. T-tell me the truth, Albus; are we dealing with another Dark Lord?" whispered Fudge in trepidation.

Dumbledore hesitated for a long moment before he spoke. "I honestly don't know. For now she is safe from the Dark Lord, simply because she is muggle born. I've already sent someone to Sunnydale to monitor the current situation. Once we have learned more, maybe we can come to some sort of decision about what to do with the girl."