Kingsley Shacklebolt had never imagined he would be here again. It was his second day at Hogwarts, but the first time he had went inside the Headmaster's Office since he had returned. The last time he had been here was when he had dueled Vincent Majere all those years ago. In a way, Kingsley reflected, he hadn't truly lost the duel. For here he was, headmaster again, and Majere no where to be found.
Kingsley looked out the window and watched as the first years crossed the Great Lake in their boats. How long ago had it been since he had done that? Fifty odd years? He sighed. Kingsley had done many things in those years; he had led the order, been the minister for a decade, but never did he think he would have been Headmaster. Now he was here for his second tenure. In a way, it was the hardest job he had ever done. As the minister, you were dealing with the present, but as Headmaster you were shaping the future.
Kingsley went and picked up the sorting hat. The students had crossed the lake by now, he thought, and then hurried to the Great Hall. Once there, Shacklebolt took his seat at the middle of the Staff Table and waited for the students.