Yo! So yeah, yet another WIP. I can't help it. Before you start getting mad, I do already have most of this fic planned out. I think. I don't believe it will go above twenty chapters, and I'm making notes on chapter ten so far, so there's that. This is an idea I've always wanted to do, in any fandom or context, and this one seemed fitting. Thank you to my buddy for helping me hash out some of the ideas.

Warning: LV/TRxHP, SSxHG, BZxGW, LMxNM. All pairings except the last one are all 'pre pairing' I suppose you can say. Rated for my own peace of mind for now, but may later be downgraded to T. This is also AU sixth year onward, with the exception of Sirius' death which is briefly mentioned to have happened sixth year as well.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters...

After Albus Dumbledore's death at the hands of the Dark Lord Voldemort in Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts, tensions between the two sides finally reached a breaking point. The war they had all known was inevitable officially began, leading to countless injuries and loss of lives.

Maybe it was because Dumbledore and his direct influence was finally out of the way, but even despite the war, it really didn't take both sides very long to realize that what they were doing was, if they were being completely honest, rather pointless.

So, two years after Dumbledore's death, when Harry was eighteen, he and Voldemort finally met face to face in an attempt to negotiate terms for peace.

It took them just over a year to come to an agreement and for a peace treaty to be signed and sealed, but after much discussion, they finally managed it.

Lucius Malfoy then became the Minister of Magic, while Voldemort, now going by the name of Marvolo Slytherin, took on the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts, much to the concern of many parents, though it ultimately appeared to be unnecessary.

Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley got jobs at the Ministry, but Harry, having no desire to fight anymore, and a bit too jaded to want to work for the Ministry even with the positive changes, decided to do something a bit different.

He instead used some of the money he'd been left by his parents and godfather to open a bakery in Diagon Alley. It did quite well, and he was finally, for the first time, happy with how his life was going.

Ginny Weasley joined a Quidditch team as a reserve, Neville Longbottom continued his study on Herbology (no matter what his gran had to say about it), while Luna Lovegood began travelling in a search for more exotic magical creatures.

Remus Lupin, with Harry's help, had opened up a used bookstore in Diagon Alley, which did good, steady business now that the laws against werewolves had changed for the better. Fred and George Weasley's joke shop was more popular than ever, with thoughts of expansion, while their older brother Bill made plans to return to Egypt for work, now that things around here had finally settled down.

Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape had continued their positions at Hogwarts, despite the new Headmaster and, oddly enough, barring the few problems they'd had in the beginning, things had calmed down and seemed to be going really well.

Draco Malfoy meanwhile, had decided to continue his studies, while his mother Narcissa worked at Harry's bakery, the business woman behind his baking talent, because, as it turned out, she was just very fond of his sweets.

For the first time in a long while, things were actually going okay in the wizarding world. But what no one realized was that that was soon about to change.

On a cloudy day near the end of October, about five years after the signing of the peace treaty, twenty four people were surprised to receive something unexpected in the mail.

Delivered by a large, grey feathered owl was a mysterious dark envelope with their name written on it in gold ink. The envelope was sealed with golden wax, imprinted with the image of what appeared to be a coyote. In the envelope was a thick sheet of parchment-a letter, each one identical.

This letter was an invitation, politely encouraging and requesting their presence at a dinner party being hosted at Coyote Manor on the thirtieth of October, as thanks for the peace brought back to their world. It was signed by 'Lord Coyote'.

All twenty four people stood there, staring down at the letter in their hands in surprise. All of them were thinking variations of the exact same thing.

What the heck is this?

More a prologue than anything else. Hopefully the other chapters will be a bit longer. ...I also can't write letters. I promise I tried. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!