Hey all! Here I am again, writing more Harry Potter fan fics. I can't seem to stop myself. I mean, I thought I was obsessed before, but when I have others around me that are into HP as well, it magnifies my obsession one hundred fold. The other day me and a friend spent all afternoon watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban extras, analyzing them, and then we watched part of the movie in Spanish, and then other parts in French. It was quite amusing, I suggest it ;)

Anyway, the premise of this fic is something like what I've done before, but with different twists that lead to different outcomes. It is, in all actuality, a Draco/Hermione fic, but seeing that right away could be difficult. I've gotten a lot of heat in the past with my stories (Harry Potter and the other section I write in, under another penname, for Dragonball Z) because a lot of the time I don't have happy endings, or my endings aren't what people wanted, or I do have happy endings but all the agony it took to get there really didn't settle well. I just want to say that I personally love the stories that don't have happy sappy endings, because they are more true to real life. That doesn't mean that that's all I'll write, but just know that it's a big influence for me. I'm not saying that that's how this fic will turn out. I don't even know how it'll end. I try not to think too far ahead, and let the story lead me to the right places. That's how it's always been.

Well, enough of that, I should probably start this thing, heehee!

Chapter 1: Prologue

Imagine never being enough for someone. Imagine doing all you can, all you know how to do, and still it isn't enough. Imagine loving someone so passionately that even the simplest functions seem impossible without them. And imagine that that same person does not—and could never—love you back.

Imagine heaven and hell in one breath.

Imagine death.

Dumbledore paced in his office, the stretch of carpet worn thin over the years of trepidation and worry. Being the Headmaster of any school was a hassle. Being the Headmaster of a school with young and eager witches and wizards was like walking on pins and needles all the time. Not that he didn't love and enjoy his job, but at times it was almost too much. Even if Voldemort weren't a constant fact, he still had the students and their abilities to worry about. Anything could go wrong.

He was the ringmaster in a never-ending circus.

Most recently, his biggest problem dealt with the ministry. There was pressure from all sides with the issue of Voldemort. Everyone wanted him to do something, to solve the problem, but what they simply would not believe was that he didn't know what to do. He wasn't God, he didn't have all the answers, though he had most. He couldn't know how and when the Dark Lord would strike.

He strolled over to Fawkes, patting his molted head, wondering when he would burn and be born again. He was quite overdue. He was about to sit down and take care of some paperwork, when Professor Snape came bursting through the door, his greasy black hair sticky to his face. He was rabid with anxiety.

"Yes, professor?" Dumbledore asked calmly, knowing that there were only a few reasons a teacher would allow his or herself to appear such a way in front of their equals or superiors.

"You must come with me," he said quickly, motioning toward the door. "Now."

"What's the problem?" he asked as they made their way down the spiral staircase. They were headed outside.

"Some students were found by the lake." His voice was solemn at best. "Filch saw a light and went to investigate. Madame Pompfrey's on her way…They're unconscious."

Dumbledore placed a fatherly hand on Snape's shoulder, stopping him just before they were out the door.

"Who were they, professor?"

"Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and…Draco Malfoy."

Well, well, well, that was chapter one. Or the prologue, to be more precise. I know it's not a lot, but hopefully it'll make you want to read more. To find out what exactly happened to them. Muhahaha!


The next chapter should be out shortly, if I can help it. I have finals this week, and then I'm home for the summer. I'll have a lot of time in between tests to write, but I can't promise anything. I may decide to study after all, lol!