A man sat, looking into the fire within his fireplace while holding a heart shaped locket in his pale bony hand. Silent tears slipped down his face, jaw clenched and eyes blazing with fury. She wasn't supposed to die! Not like this! He thought furiously anger boiling within him.

"It's not your fault you know."

"If I had just kept her with me Sven, she would still be alive."

"How can you be sure of that Tom? You know something like this was bound to happen."

"What do you mean "bound to happen"?!"

"Tom, she knew one day she was going to die but that doesn't mean she's gone. My sister will always be in our hearts and in our memories. She wouldn't want you to be sitting here thinking on what if's. She would want you out there looking for whoever did this to her."

"I am well aware of that Sven! But she would also not want me doing anything irrationally."

"How likely is it that you would actually follow that Tom."

"I wouldn't."

"Exactly."

~Pause~

"I will find a way to get her back."

"That is impossible. She is dead."

*Holds up the locket*

"Not with this it isn't but I have to wait."

Looking towards the locket, Tom kissed it and whispered, "Soon my beloved Queen, you shall return to my side where you rightfully belong. My dear Saraphina." The locket glowed and words appeared in beautiful cursive along the edges. The words read: Saraphina Serria Nicole Miranda Beravardes-Dumbledore.