It was March and we were in the middle of the sixth year at Hogwarts and every day that passed over the war neared.
Harry almost no longer stand the pressure of being the boy-who-survived, even with the death of Sirius and the prophecy. This year he was taking private lessons with Dumbledore to learn more about Tom Riddle and eventually get to kill him. Consequently Ron and I knew everything that Harry told us, and before yesterday he had told us about the Horcrux.
I admit that we were amazed. We had never imagined a spell so strong and dangerous, even though the darkness. We were almost hopeless to get win, but with the help of Dumbledore hoped that everything would work, after all the Horcrux diary and the ring had been destroyed and that gave us strength.
It was Sunday night and I, Harry and Ron went down to dinner. The boys were super excited, because the next day would be the end of Quidditch Slytherin x Gryffindor, and Harry hoped to get the cup again this year.
I could barely eat because of so much laughter that gave the jokes that the boys did, when a sophomore from Hufflepuff came up to me asking
- You are Hermione Granger?
- Yes I am. Is there a problem? - It must have happened something, and I'm monitoring younger students lived looking for me.
- There's no problem. Actually, the Director asked me to give you this here. - To my surprise she said handing me a letter.
I took the letter and mumbled a "thank you". I saw the girl run away and join her friends at her table before returning my attention to the letter.
Ron curious as ever even had the courtesy to swallow the food before I ask "Ofue of Dunffblefdoref wanfer" (failed attempt to imitate Ron talking with his mouth almost overflowing with so much food).
- What? You can swallow before you speak, please?
- He said 'What did Dumbledore want?' - Harry has translated for me. Honestly is it just me who do not understand what Ronald speaks?
- Ok I'll read aloud, said as she opened the letter that said:

" Miss. Granger
Good evening.
I apologize for interrupting your dinner, but I need to talk to you urgently.
Meet me in my office as soon as possible, and say to you that Potter and Weasley is not anything to worry about accuracy. What we are talking not about the Order of the Phoenix, but now notice that the matter should be kept as a precious secret and it is imperative that no one I repeat, nobody, knows without my permission.
See you soon,
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Ps.: Taste of Chocolate Frogs "

After five seconds of silence that we did when I finished reading, Ron asked me (thanks to Merlin after he swallowed the food).
- Wow! Must be really important for him to take the trouble to write the full name ... Merlin and the socks because someone would want to know if he likes it or not chocolate frogs?
- Ron! With so much important for you to talk had to be just that? And if you have not noticed, chocolate frogs is the password to enter his office. Well, I better go see what he wants. See you later in the common room. - I said as I rose from the table and went into the office of the Director. After the five minutes it took to get there, I stopped in front of the gargoyles and said 'chocolate frogs' hands as he passed on hair in a failed attempt to lower the volume a bit.
Once the gargoyles gave me space, I climbed the stairs toward the door, and knocked three times loved to hear a resounding 'between' the other side of the door. I went in and closed the door slowly so that it did not hit. When I turn to face, I see Dumbledore sitting in his big chair with his famous smile.
- Sit Miss. Granger. Excuse me take you out of your dinner so hastily. Accepted a drink?
- No thanks.
-Well, in this case, let's cut to the chase. I ask you first listen all I have to say and then answer your questions. Agree?
-Yes sir.
- Good. I know that through Harry, Miss. is aware of all the story of young Tom Riddle, and how this came to be known to Lord Voldemort. I would firstly that Miss. saw the same memories that showed Harry. Follow me. - I started to get nervous. What Dumbledore wanted me? Further showing me the same as will Harry?
We went into the Pensieve and he motioned for me to approach.
- The first memory is of Bob Ogden, an official of the Department of Laws of Magic who died some time ago. First you.
I leaned over and plunged his face in the silvery substance. When I saw he was standing on a rural road with Dumbledore beside me, and before us a man dressed in a tunic that Ogden be deduced.
We walked for a short way with nothing more than to see the fences, the broad blue sky above and whistling, the figure covered by the tunica ahead. Then the track curved left out, on a hillside sloping steeply. I saw a wooden sign saying we were on the way to Little Hangleton. The road curved to the right and when we dobrĂ¡vamos the curve, and turn the edge of the coat of Ogden disappeared through an opening in the hedge. We follow a path that was curved, rocky, and wet, sloping down the hill, and that seemed to be heading to a small patch of dark trees just below them. Later on there was a house. Its walls were covered with moss tiles and tiles had fallen from the roof which made some of the beams visible in some places. Nettles grew around the house, its branches reached the windows, which were tiny and covered with dirt. At the same time I had concluded that no one could possibly live there, a window was opened with a noise, and a thin strip of vapor arose, like someone was cooking.
Ogden moved quietly and very cautious. As the dark shadows of the trees that slid over him, he stopped again, as she faced the front door where someone had set a dead snake.
I heard a rustle and a crack, and a ragged man fell from the tree nearest landing on his feet in front of Ogden; it jumped back so fast that stepped on the flaps of the tunic and unbalanced.
The man said something I could not understand. Repairing it, I knew I had thick hair and it lacked several teeth.
Ogden took a few steps back before saying "Uh ... Good day. I am from the Ministry of Magic ... "but was interrupted by the stranger hissed something else that I could not understand. "Uh ... sorry ... I do not understand "Ogden said. At least I was not alone.
- Morfin! - Cried a voice while an older man out of the house slamming the door behind. He stopped beside what was to be let out and now Mofrino laughter to see Ogden on the ground.
Ministry-is? - Asked the eldest.
- Correct! - Ogden confirmed. - And you, I presume, is Mr. Gaunt?
- It. You should not have announced his presence? This is a private property. No one can go in and hope that my son did not defend.
- Defend that?
- Eavesdroppers. Invaders. Muggles and scum.
Morfin entered the house silently.
- It was his son who came to see, Mr. Gaunt. That was Morfin, no? - Ogden asked.
- Uh, it was. You have pure blood?
- It does not matter. How about we continue this discussion in the house? I'm here because there would be a violation of the laws witches in the early hours of this morning ...
- Okay! Get the damn house. - Screamed Gaunt.
We entered the small house. I realized that there was a girl with torn dress beside a steaming pot on a stove black.
- My daughter Merope - Gaunt had ma will.
- Well, Mr. Gaunt - said Ogden - More to the point, we have reason to believe that his son, Morfin, performed magic in front of a Muggle last night.
I heard a deafening clatter. Merope had dropped a pan.
- Take it! - Gaunt bellowed - This, is glued to the ground like a despicable fool. What is your wand, its useless?
- Mr. Gaunt, please! - Ogden said
- Pleasant Ministry lucky man here, is not it? Maybe he will take her away, he may not call abortion disgusting ... "
Without looking at anyone or thanking Ogden, Merope picked up the pot and returned it, with trembling hands to his bookshelf.
- Mr. Gaunt - Ogden began again - as I said the reason for my visit ...
- I heard the first time! And what is? Morfin gave a Muggle little of what was deserving. What will you do?
- Morfin Magic broke a law - Ogden said sternly.
- Morfin Magic broke the law - Gaunt imitated Ogden, making it a pompous way and sung. Morfin laughed - He gave a lesson to a filthy Muggle. This is illegal, is it?
- Yes, I'm afraid so.
He pulled an inside pocket a small roll of parchment paper and showed it.
- What it then, his sentence? - Gaunt said.
- It is a call to the Ministry for an audition ...
- Call! Call? Who do you think is calling my son to call?
- I am head of the Squadron of Magical Law Enforcement.
- And you think we're poor people, do you? - Fumed Gaunt, advancing in Ogden, dirty yellow with a finger pointed at his chest. Mob that will run to the Ministry when he calls? You know who you're talking about, you little bad blood unclean, you know? - Asked for showing Ogden the ugly ring, wearing blackened the middle finger, taking it out before the eyes of Ogden. - See this? You know what? Do you know where it came from? For centuries has been in our family that is full thoroughbred! Do you know how much they offered me why, with the Peverell coat of arms set in stone? - Gaunt's daughter ran to the dragging to Ogden to see a gold chain around her neck with a gold medallion. - Look at this! It is Salazar Slytherin! We are the last living descendants of him, what does that tell you?
- Mr. Gaunt, I'm afraid of their ancestors, and it does not have to do with the subject under discussion. I'm here because of Morfin, Morfin and the Muggle he addressed last night. Our information is that Morfin gave him a jinx causing her hives.
- And then, if he had done this?
- This was a provoked attack on a defenseless, and it is clear the attitude of his son that he feels no remorse for his actions. Morfin will attend a hearing on September 14 responding to the act of using magic in front of a Muggle and causing damage and distress the same Trou ... - Ogden stopped. The sound of trotting horses and loud voices, smiling through the window was open. Apparently the winding track to the village passed very near the place where the house stood. Gaunt froze, listening with your eyes wide open. Morfin hissed and directed the face toward the sounds, the term starving. Merope raised her head.
- Can we go Hermione - Dumbledore said, and the next second we were back to his office. Dumbledore sat in his chair and motioned for Hermione do the same.
- Adding the memory of what Harry told you you should have understood who these people were.
- Yes - I said, and soon after began to dictate - Gaunt The oldest is the grandfather of Voldemort and his uncle Morfin. His mother Merope and Morfin attacked backpack is Tom, his father.
- Exactly. Miss Good. remember what Harry said to him, so we will end soon and the sooner we finish, the faster I can say what they really want. Now this afternoon. Go back to your dorm and find me here again tomorrow at the same time.
- Okay. Good evening, sir - said heading toward the door.
- Good evening. One more thing Miss. Do not say anything about it to anyone.
- Yes sir. See you tomorrow.