It was a cold rainy day in July. The Giant Squid and the Whomping Willow were actually calm. Hogwarts was thinking about the good old days when her boys were still sitting in the Great Hall. She remembers them both. Slytherin with his unruly black hair to his mid back and Gryffindor with his long red hair and striking emerald eyes.
‘Merlin I miss them. I wish I could see them again.’ She felt a wave of powerful magic. ‘Oh, the son of magic has been born. I cant wait to see what he does to the current headmaster and the world.’ She started to plot for her heir.
As she started to plot another was plotting in his office. As Dumbledore felt the rush of magic he started to think, ‘Oh goody the son of all magic has been born. I wonder how this is going to fit into my plan’