AN: wow this took a great deal of time...yeees...it is very long indeed, but there is nothing I can do. Thank you to everyone who has given me awesome reviews...I cherish them greatly.

Now we must prepare ourselves...for silence. (I found this chapter very compelling, if I played sad music to go along with it...but that's just me. oh oops...silence) Shhh... XD

- Seclinalunica

Chapter fourteen: Mckinnel's Memories

The first memory rested. Voices of children were heard in the background as the morning dew settled onto the green grass. The setting was in Cokeworth, and it was a beautiful day. Children laughed as they played outside, enjoying each other's company. As the children played simple games, a small boy was seen staring out of his bedroom window. The house he was settled in was compelling on the outside, but dreary inside. The boy obtained shoulder length hair. It was white with light purple highlights. He was tall and slender. The boy's face was slightly round, and he acquired bright purple eyes.

A tall silhouette stood by his bedroom door.

"Kenneth, it's time for dinner," it said.

It was Mckinnel. It was the first time anyone had seen Mckinnel so soft, gentle, and 'normal'. He had beautiful purple eyes. His eyes weren't hallow, and his face wasn't extremely pale. His light skin tone matched the rest of his body. Mckinnel was approximately thirteen years old.

Kenneth Mckinnel turned around and faced the figure. It was a woman. She obtained short brown hair. Most of her face was hidden in the shadows. Her golden eyes glowed in the darkness. "Kenny, let's hurry up."

"Mom?" he questioned. "Why can't I go outside?"

His mother sighed. "Because," she said. "Society is cruel and we must not let them see us."

"Why?" Mckinnel questioned again.

"They will corrupt us. There is evil out there Kenneth. There are monsters, demons and unkind wizards in this world. We have to stay pure or else…we will become one of them."

Kenneth didn't respond. He stared at his mother, bewildered.

Suddenly, black ink covered the memory and changed the scene.

Mckinnel leaned against the front door. His mother and father looked down at him. Kenneth wore a black robe with a hood sown to the back. Mckinnel's father kneeled, and slowly pulled the hood over Mckinnel's face.

"Son, we need milk and eggs, that's it. Remember, do not…talk or bump into anyone. Just complete the errand. Got it?"

"Yes…father," Kenneth replied.

Mckinnel opened the door and journeyed outside into the streets of Cokeworth. He looked mysterious in his black clothing as he walked through Main Street, and headed to the everyday grocery store. Dozens of people stared at him, and wondered who was underneath the hood. Mckinnel reached the store clerk. She could only see his mouth. He wore a solemn expression.

"I need milk and eggs," he said softly.

The clerk spoke, "Go to the freezer aisles, and make a right to the cold dairy products section. There, you will find your milk and eggs."

Mckinnel spoke again. "I need twelve of each," he whispered. The cashier raised her eyebrows.

"An order?" she paused. "Give us a minute, and we'll see what we have."

The clerk walked away, and left Mckinnel alone by the register. He was surrounded by dozens of people, and felt very uncomfortable. He was frightened that maybe someone would come by, and reveal his identity. If anyone discovered him, he would disappoint his family, himself, and would be considered corrupted by society. Suddenly, he spotted a young lady who was trying to reach a jar of peanut butter. She was stunning. She acquired long brown hair, along with elegant sapphire eyes. She was rather short, and looked about the same age as him. Once the lady caught sight of Mckinnel staring at her, she stopped and smiled. She approached Mckinnel and asked, "Excuse me sir, you are tall. Could you help me get the jar of peanut butter up there? I'm afraid I'm too short."

Kenneth didn't speak. He just stared at her. It was hard to see his face, for it was hidden.

The young lady tilted her head to the side. "Hello?" she asked again, wondering if he was alive.

Mckinnel said nothing. Instead, he swiftly made his way to the aisle where the lady was having complications. He reached for the jar of peanut butter, and grasped the product tightly. Mckinnel handed the jar to her. Even though Mckinnel was young, he was relatively tall for his age. Kenneth shoved his cold hands into his coat pockets, and stared at her. She felt slightly uncomfortable, but stood her ground. "Thank you, kindly sir." She bowed her head.

Mckinnel was silent.

"Why won't you speak?" she asked. "Is there something on my face?" she laughed hysterically. Mckinnel curled his lips, and moved his shoulders up and down. He tried not to chuckle, but couldn't hold it in. Then he remembered his parent`s directions. He was not allowed to converse with anyone in society. The young lady shook her head, "I'm sorry sir." The girl avoided Mckinnel and headed to the cash register to pay.

Mckinnel grasped her wrist as she walked away. Kenneth squeezed tightly. The young lady stopped and looked at him.

"Come with me," he said in a gentle tone. Together, the two children headed outside, and hid in an alley way, so that no one could overhear their conversation. Kenneth slightly pushed her against the brick wall.

"Yes?" the young lady said.

Mckinnel hunched over, and avoided eye contact with the girl. "I…" he started to speak, "I…I'm not supposed to be talking to you. Or…or…" he trailed off.

"Why?" she asked.

Kenneth stopped talking. He had already disobeyed his parents, and he did not want disappoint them even more. There was an awkward silence. The young lady smiled, and reached out her hand. Mckinnel was confused, and didn't know how to respond.

"I'm Jaime." she introduced.

Kenneth stared at her hand, and hesitated. He did not want to disappoint the angel, and break her heart. Mckinnel formally introduced himself.

"I'm Kenneth." He replied, and they shook each other's hand.

Mckinnel looked intimidating, but he did not want the lady to think that. At the same time, he didn't want to upset his parents, and reveal himself to society. He pulled the hood off, and revealed his wavy, purple – tinged hair. He glanced at the girl, and she grinned when she saw Mckinnel's beautiful purple eyes. The two children smiled vigorously.

Black ink weaved around the memory.

The black ink carried a new memory then released it. Both Mckinnel and Jaime were in a park seated on a couple of swings. Jaime was flying in the air, while Kenneth sat on his swing content. The two children started a personal conversation.

"I'm a half – blood," Jaime started.

"I'm a pureblood." replied Mckinnel. Kenneth was wearing a blue t – shirt, and shorts. His black robe was placed underneath the swing.

"So, why aren't you supposed to be with me?" Jaime questioned.

"Well," Mckinnel thought for a moment. "It's not you, it's everyone."

"How, come?" she asked.

"I'm not allowed to converse with society. It's against my family's rules. We are supposed to stay inside, and away from the world, or else society will corrupt us. Everything…and everyone is dangerous. That is my family's point of view."

"That's stupid." replied Jaime.

"But obviously, the world isn't bad at all. It is kind of refreshing."

"The world can be cruel Kenneth." Jaime started, "But, you can't make friends if you stay hidden your whole life. You can't see the world if you stay inside. Your magic capabilities won't get stronger either."

"No?" Mckinnel was puzzled.

"You said you were homeschooled. You probably know some simple spells, and maybe a couple of complex ones. You see, I go to Hogwarts, and it is a wonderful place to become a witch or wizard. Maybe, if your parents weren't so ignorant, they would let you go there too. There, you will see what you are capable of." Jaime swayed her legs back and forth. "Besides, you will be corrupted by society eventually. For example, look at us."

Mckinnel envisioned disappointment in his parent's eyes.

"Don't give me that look Kenneth. You had the guts to talk to me, and you helped me out at the grocery store." Jaime reassured. Mckinnel remembered that she was leaving Cokeworth to attend her fourth year at Hogwarts. Mckinnel didn't want her to go…she was his only friend.

Mckinnel struggled to speak. "W…when will you be leaving?"

Jaime stopped swinging, and locked her eyes with his. "Do you like me?" she questioned.

"No," he blushed. "I…I...I like you as a friend."

Jaime smiled. "I will be leaving in the fall. Approximately two weeks."

"Can…I see you tomorrow?" he asked politely.

Jaime grinned. "Sure," she quickly replied. "Where do you want to meet? Here?"

"No," Mckinnel replied to her sudden question. "We need to find a secret place, just in case my parents suspect something. If they ever found out that I've been talking with someone from the outside w" –

"Hush," Jaime interrupted. She gently placed her finger on his lips. "There…is a place." She looked to her right, and Mckinnel followed her vision. "You see that abandoned house over there?"

"Yes?" he replied.

Jaime pointed her finger at the vacant house. "We will meet there every second night at nine o'clock."

Mckinnel nodded. He was excited that he could see her again and again before she left for school. "Promise…that you won't tell anyone about me. Not even your parents."

Jaime slightly nodded her head. "Yes, I will never reveal your identity to anyone."

Smoky black lines clouded Snape's vision. Another memory unfolded.

Kenneth Mckinnel stared out of the window in his monotonous room. The playground was empty. Most of the children in Cokeworth attended Hogwarts…except for him. He was miserable knowing that he wouldn't be able to see Jaime for the rest of the year.

Mckinnel heard heavy footsteps crawl up the staircase. It was his father.

"Kenneth," his father whispered. "It's time for school." Mckinnel sighed and ignored his father. He had no intentions of hexing. He just wanted Jaime to come home. "Kenneth!" his father screamed. "You are fifteen, and you still disobey your parents?" Angry, Mckinnel stormed down the staircase. His father followed.

When school finished, Mckinnel found an owl perched at his window. There was a letter in its mouth. He forced the piece of paper out of the creature`s mouth and carefully read it.

Dear Kenneth Mckinnel,

So far, my fifth year at Hogwarts was spectacular! My friends and I are very close this year. We've managed to play the best pranks on every teacher in the school. So far, our record has been twenty detention slips, and we are going for twenty – one. I noticed that winter has arrived.

Mckinnel stopped reading the letter, and glanced outside. Snow fell from the sky, and gently kissed the soft soil. Kenneth continued reading the letter…

Though my parents are in Italy, I won't be joining them for Christmas. I usually go to my friend's house for the holidays, but this year I decided to stay home. I was wondering…if we could have our regular meeting at our secret spot every day. To be honest, I can't get you out of my mind. Thinking of you drives me insane, and I want to see my friend again. I don't expect you to reply, but if you accept my request, meet me at our secret spot at nine – thirty. That's usually your bedtime correct? Well it's a perfect time to sneak out of the house.

Forever,

Jaime.

Kenneth shifted his eyes across the room. This was the very first time Kenneth had ever received a letter. He shooed the owl away, and hid the message under his bed.

The scene changed.

Inside their secret spot, Mckinnel prepared a fire as he patiently waited for Jaime to arrive. Once Jaime arrived, they quickly embraced each other. Kenneth was so happy to see her. He couldn't get her out of his mind. After their welcome, Jaime quickly kissed Mckinnel on the lips.

"I missed you," she whispered and lightly placed her hand on Mckinnel's jaw. Their foreheads touched.

"I missed you too," he mumbled back.

"What did you say?" teased Jaime.

Mckinnel grabbed Jaime's waist as he kissed her. He lifted her onto the couch that was in the area. "Ha," Jaime started then kissed Mckinnel once more. Mckinnel couldn't part his lips. He loved her. He grabbed her body and pulled her close. They showed their love for each other. After, they stared into each other's eyes.

Black ink twisted around their bodies, and formed another memory.

Voices whispered in the background. The voices were eerie, and Professor Snape recognized them. The voices continued as the memory was displayed.

When Mckinnel entered the dismal interior of his house, he quickly took the robe off as he held sticks of butter in his hands. He locked the house, and placed the butter aside. Mckinnel found the household extremely quiet.

"Hello?" Mckinnel shouted.

He heard struggling as he entered the foyer. Mckinnel peered to the end of the hallway, and saw Jaime on the ground. Her hands and feet were bound together. There was also a dish cloth in her mouth. When Jaime spotted Mckinnel, she panicked.

"Jaime?" Kenneth whispered. Why was she at his house? Mckinnel cautiously walked to her aid, when Mckinnel's mother and father strut out of the shadows. His mother placed her foot on Jaime's back hoping to keep her quiet.

"Jaime," Mckinnel whispered.

"Kenneth," his mother was gloom. "How…could you?"

Kenneth's father looked at Jaime in disgust.

The unpleasant voices in the background continued.

"She is from the outside world, isn't she?"

Mckinnel tried to defend himself. "I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Do you know her?" his mother questioned.

Mckinnel glanced at his parents, and then back at Jaime. He stared into Jaime`s blue eyes as he said, "No." He felt like he`d betrayed her, and he did. Mckinnel looked at his parents. He took a deep breath. "Yes, I know her," he corrected. "She is my friend."

"Oh, really?" challenged his mother. She wore a crooked smile.

Mckinnel's father spoke, "You broke our number one rule! There will be no conversing with the outside world, and you broke it Kenneth."

Mckinnel's mother sighed. She released her foot from Jaime. "I'm disappointed in you Kenneth. She's the one you've been seeing every night?"

"Yes," Mckinnel replied. "She is my friend. She is my lover."

"Lover," Mckinnel's father stated to his wife. He turned to Mckinnel. "Do you…love her?"

Mckinnel glared into his parent's eyes, and tightened his fists. He wasn't afraid of his parents anymore. He was seventeen, and he had to defend his views, and the people he loved. "I love her!" He shouted.

Mckinnel`s mother smiled. She bent down, and seized a switchblade from her pocket. Jaime struggled. Mckinnel's mother cut the ropes that were bound to Jaime's hands and feet. His father removed the cloth from Jaime`s mouth.

"Kenneth," she gasped. "Kenneth!"

Mckinnel's parents forced Jaime to her feet. His parents pushed her slightly. She tripped, but recovered. Mckinnel's parents nodded.

His mother bore a sick smile. "Go on." She glared at her son. "Kenneth will take you home."

"Kenneth," Jaime smiled.

Jaime scurried over to Mckinnel. She wanted to embrace him. Mckinnel restrained his smile as she ran toward him.

Mckinnel's mother slowly pulled her wand from a nearby drawer. His father smirked. At last, Jaime could touch him, she could kiss him, and she could love him.

Jaime touched his forehead with her fingertips. She held out her arms. "Kenneth, I love" –

Kenneth's mother aimed at Jaime. "Avada Kedavra!"

The killing curse wrapped around Jaime's body. Mckinnel was petrified as he watched her collapse to the ground. He quickly looked at his parents. His mother lowered her wand. Mckinnel hyperventilated. He glanced at the floor, and saw his lover on the ground…dead. Mckinnel panicked. He snatched his wand from his coat, and fired an attack, but his parents quickly disarmed him. Mckinnel clenched his teeth.

Kenneth's parents laughed as they disappeared into the shadows.

Mckinnel fell beside Jaime. She died with her eyes open. He took several quick breaths, and could no longer hold back the tears. He cried as he caressed his lover one last time.

Smoky clouds bloomed like a flower, and continued with the next memory.

Mckinnel was resting on the sofa, staring at the mobile hanging on the ceiling. Kenneth's mother quietly entered the living room.

"Kenneth," she whispered.

"Why did you do it?" he said with a stern voice. He was tired of games, and he wanted answers.

"I was trying to protect you." It was a filthy excuse. "She exposed you to the outside world, and you know that. She would have told her parents eventually. If that would've happened, you will never be pure." Mckinnel stared at his mother with a disappointed face. Pure? What did pure mean? Holy? Screw being holy! Mckinnel knew for a fact, that his parents weren't pure. Were they doing this for their own enjoyment? Or were they afraid? Kenneth's point of view: His parents were the ones corrupting him instead.

"Do you regret it…mother? Or should I even call you that?"

Mckinnel's mother shrugged. "No."

Kenneth's mother melted into black ink, and formed another recollection.

There were voices in the background. "They killed her, they killed her, they killed her… they killed her." they whispered continuously.

Kenneth Mckinnel was standing in an alleyway. He was talking to a strange person. The figure was tall, wore a dirty suit, and slurred often as it talked. It had an obscure voice. "What do you want?" It said.

Every word echoed in the memory.

Mckinnel gave the figure a solemn expression. "I want to make a deal."

"A deal?" it smiled.

"Please," Mckinnel was in pain. "Please. I need you to help me. You are the only one strong enough. You are my only hope!"

"Are you sure?" it asked.

"Please." Mckinnel nodded.

"Alright," It began. "State your task."

"I want you to punish my family." He ordered.

The figure was hiding in the shadows. "I've never had that kind of request before." Its voice shrieked every time it spoke. "Why, what did your family do?"

"They…they killed my friend." Mckinnel rubbed his forehead, trying to hide the tears. "I will never forgive them. Even though I'm seventeen, I'm not physically strong enough to face my parents. That is why I need your help."

The figure stuck out its tongue. "What do you want me to do to them?"

Mckinnel snarled, "Anything."

The scene quickly altered into another memory.

Snape could hear Dumbledore's voice repeatedly. "I do not trust the boy. He's, He's, He's, conversing with the demon…."

In Mckinnel's bedroom, Kenneth, and the hidden figure were standing in front of each other. However, the figure in the previous memory was exposed. The figure was a tall man. He was rather young, and wore ragged clothing. He acquired jet black hair that was braided, and clipped to the side of his head. His face was as white as snow, and his eyes were empty sockets. The daunting man kept a neutral expression.

"Anything specific that you want me to do with them?" the man asked.

Mckinnel shrugged his shoulders. "You can do whatever you like, just as long as they learn their lesson."

The gentleman gave a crooked smile. "I will do my best."

'Best' was repeated six times when the scene disappeared. The black ink moulded into two tall figures.

Kenneth leaned against the bedroom wall and covered his eyes with his forearm. The gentleman stood in the center of Mckinnel's room. He held a wand in his left hand. He was covered in blood, and bore a solemn expression.

Mckinnel whipped his body around in anger. "You said that you would punish them!"

"I did." The man replied.

"Not kill them! You murdered them!" Kenneth turned around, and hid his face.

"Your parents aren't dead yet," the gentleman reassured. "They weren't home."

"What? You were supposed to punish them too! They are the ones that did this to me!" Mckinnel slammed his fists against the wall.

The man smiled, "Obviously."

Mckinnel was filled with anguish and frustration.

The peculiar man continued. "Well, if you are so eager, then why don't you punish them? Oh right…you aren't strong enough to do it yourself, but…what if we did it together? Wouldn't that…be awesome?" The man screeched.

Eerie voices talked in the background.

Mckinnel scanned the man from head to toe. "You killed my siblings."

"Yes," the man replied with no regret.

"We will do this together?" Mckinnel peered out of the bedroom window.

"Yes," slurred the gentleman.

"Can I trust you?" started Mckinnel. "You are a Walker after all."

Professor Snape heard his voice. "I trusted you!"

"But, my task isn't completed," replied the Walker.

"Then…let's do it together…Vincent."

The Walker inhaled. "Anything…" he trailed off. "Kenneth Mckinnel. I am now your partner. If you have a task at hand anytime, I will be there for you." he reassured. Then the Walker charged at Mckinnel. He sunk into Mckinnel's chest, and Kenneth hit the ground.

Mckinnel forced himself to his feet. Suddenly, he felt strong. Mckinnel glanced at his reflection in the mirror, and saw that his soft skin turned extremely white. He noticed that his smile was slightly crooked, and that his eyes were now empty sockets. He was frightened. Kenneth heard his parents enter the house.

There was a scream. The blood curdling scream was followed by ten others as the scene shifted into a new memory.

Mckinnel was standing in the center of the foyer. His parents' mangled bodies rested at his feet. Their eyes were slightly open, and small amounts of blood dripped from their mouths. Their throats were slit, and their chests were sliced open. Mckinnel obtained a bloody wand in his right hand. His face was stained with blood. He glared at his dead parents, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Mckinnel felt miserable.

Smoky clouds wrapped around Mckinnel's face and swallowed his body whole. Snape viewed the next memory.

Kenneth Mckinnel sobbed as he caressed his family portrait. He painfully watched as evidence of his family disappeared.

"Don't be sad," said a voice inside Mckinnel's head. "It's what happens when they die by our hands."

Mckinnel screamed. He threw the frame at the wall. Kenneth covered his ears and wailed.

Then, he ran outside into the frigid autumn, and snatched a large tablet resting in the garden. He found a chisel, and wrote the names of his late family members. Even though he despised his family, he still loved them. His entire family was bound together for eighteen years, and as he watched them erase from existence, he never wanted to forget them.

Mckinnel stopped, and glanced to the side. He saw his parent's flute that rested on top of a bookshelf.

The Requiem played as the memories continued. This time the memories were modern.

At Hogwarts, Professor Mckinnel was seated at the restricted section in the library, reading an enormous book based on demons.

In his residence, Professor Mckinnel was cutting sections of his hair with scissors. His hands were shaking. He stared at his image in the mirror. Suddenly, his reflection smiled which startled the Professor.

"Stop it," Mckinnel pleaded. Whispers in the memory started again.

"No!" his reflection laughed. "This is what you wanted, and now you are trying to kill me! It will never happen! I will be inside of you until the day you die!"

Mckinnel shook his head. "No…" he cried. Mckinnel threw the scissors at the mirror creating a slight crack. "You will die! I'm stronger than you! This is my body! And my best friend is going to help me!"

"Pfft…If you show him what you did" –

"I didn't do it! You did!" Mckinnel screamed. He stared at his bloody hands.

The Professor's reflection shrugged. "It doesn't matter…he won't believe you."

Mckinnel lowered his head. He thought that he could start a new life at Hogwarts, but he was wrong. The Professor's hands shook. "He will….I know Severus…he will!"

The reflection laughed maniacally. "Oh come on! No he wouldn't! He trusts you now! If you reveal yourself, that trust that you bonded toward everyone will disappear! You weren't here to make friends anyway! You were here to kill me right? And, you thought that he could help you tsk, tsk."

Mckinnel curled his lips. "Not…anymore."

"Besides, no one knows how to split us apart."

Professor Mckinnel gritted his teeth.

"NO!" he screamed. "I'm killing you here, because this is where Jaime wanted to belong! And I ruined it! You've tortured me and used me. You ruin my life every day! You deserve to die!"

Mckinnel's reflected snarled. "You do realize that if you try to kill me, you jeopardize your chances of living."

Professor Mckinnel didn't speak.

"You know that it is virtually impossible for a weakling like you to split us apart on your own, so if you kill me, we die together."

Mckinnel nodded. "Yes…I know."

"You were a good man Kenneth. You were strong and brave. You had a big heart, but your task isn't complete. Your task was to kill me, because you saw me as a threat. You wanted to show everybody what you are capable of. You wanted to show people who you really were. You were the compassionate guy. You don't have the guts to kill me! I wanted you banished from the grounds of Hogwarts! Your task is to kill me, but I'm a Walker…I despise people like you. You are trying to kill me…and I'm trying to stop you. I killed those students, to make you look like the bad guy. I interfered in your lectures! I commanded those Grindylows to attack that poor child in the black lake. I killed the students you conversed with, so they couldn't spill the truth. I'm the one who made you crazy!" Mckinnel's reflection regained his composure. "But like I said, your task hasn't been completed yet."

"You want my soul. You want me to die, correct?"

"Yes," it replied.

"So, I will have to die if I was to kill you on my own?"

His reflection returned to a neutral expression. "Yes." The black ink that lingered in the water swallowed the memory, and everything zoomed out.

Professor Snape lifted his head out of the Pensieve, and slowly inhaled and exhaled. Professor Dumbledore gently placed his hand on Snape's shoulder.

"He didn't do it Albus," Professor Snape quickly stated. "It was someone else this whole time."

"I know." Dumbledore smiled. "He's possessed."

"W…" Professor Snape stuttered. "We have to find him."

The Headmaster patted Professor Snape's back. "Yes, we will find him. Technically someone else killed the children with his body. The boy was an eccentric person, but the one side of him was good all along. He was once a bright boy, but now he is a maniac. Kenneth is going to kill himself, to relinquish something that changed his life forever. We have to get that Walker out of his body before he does something stupid."

Professor Snape swallowed. "Then we have to aid him."

"Yes," continued Dumbledore. "That is why he wants to kill the demon so bad. He used the Walker as a last resort, but it has taken control of him his whole life. He is tired of it, Severus. He's so full of anger, and second guesses. The poor man can't even properly remember the person he loved so long ago. Severus, he trusts you. He loves you as a friend, because you have experienced a tragic past yourself. You two are alike in several different ways. But this demon limits Kenneth. It was a challenge to make new friends, and he succeeded. It was a glimmer of hope for Professor Mckinnel. This glimmer of hope was another step closer to killing the very thing he hated the most."

Snape's mouth was slightly open. He felt pity for the lost Professor.

Dumbledore continued, "Severus…do you have an idea where Kenneth might be hiding?"

Professor Snape thought hard. When Professor Snape was bedridden, Professor Mckinnel stated a date and a location. "No, I don't know where he is at the moment…but I do know where he will be present before the end of the term."

Dumbledore nodded. "Well, then we must wait until that particular time."

Snape curled his lips. "In the memory…it said that no one knew how to split them apart. Surely…you must know."

"Severus, there are spells that even I do not know about." Professor Dumbledore glanced at all of the Professors gathered around the Pensieve. "We will all gather as much information as possible."

Professor Snape cut in, "Albus, our first priority is to figure out a spell that can force the demon out of Kenneth."

"Oh we will!" Dumbledore assured. "Severus, you are very creative, and intelligent. You have produced successful spells in the past. Maybe, you can construct another one." Professor Dumbledore winked.

Professor Snape sounded determined. "I…will…try."

Chapter fifteen coming soon...