It feels odd, but in the past…3 days, I've hiatus-ized one story, and added two new stories. And my other story is just kind of…there. If you've read Platform 1/4, I'll try to update it soon, and try to get out of the Phantom Thief G arc in the next 1 or 2 chapters.
This is another HP/DGM crossover. And this is plainly just a semi-prologue to start the story out. Like? Hate? Some type of info wrong? Please review! Even if they're flames. Enjoy!

Update-6/20/11-Now beta-ed! Thank you so much Soulless Ghosty!

Destined to be Alone Prologue

Two white-haired men sat at a table in a desolate tavern. For a while all they did was silently sip their drinks, one a firewhiskey, the other a butterbeer. The older man stroked his beard before speaking.

"It's been a while hasn't it, old friend?" He said, with a voice wise with age. Sparkling blue eyes bore into the tavern's other occupant with a sincere look of friendship, who took a sip of his butterbeer before replying.

"Yes, indeed it has, Albus. The last time I saw you, you were just starting as Headmaster at Hogwarts. But how could it have been fifty years? You've barely aged!" The younger man remarked, his grey eyes full of mirth. Albus let out a low chuckle, staring at the figure before him. He downed the rest of his drink and leaned back in his chair.

"Speak for yourself, now! You haven't aged at all!" Noticing his companion's dour look, he continued the conversation. "Now, on a more serious note, what did you want to talk to me about? I know you wouldn't contact me unless it was necessary. Care for another drink?" Albus' friend shook his head no, and brought his hands to the top of the table. White gloves clasped together, and weary storm cloud eyes stared into space. He shook his head to get rid of the memories, and looked back at his aged friend.

"Well, Albus, I wanted to ask you something. It involves your school, so please think of your students when you answer. I want to join your student body as a sixth year. I haven't been in school in ages, and I know new spells have been made since I last studied the art of magic," he admitted. For once, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was shell-shocked. An invitation to learn at Hogwarts was the last thing he would have assumed the other wanted. The younger man gave Albus some time to collect his thoughts before continuing. "Oh, and I'll be going by my legal name this time. Allen Walker."