Hogwarts, Scotland 1944
Albus Dumbledore hurried along the trees of the Forbidden Forest. Mist was whirled around him as he moved as fast as he could. The moonlight was too weak to light the way and he tripped over vines and roots.
The man didn't know where he was going when he reached a clearing and saw a figure lying on the cold forest floor. At first, relief flooded him but when he moved closer he knew that he was too late.
Another student. Another corpse. Another victim.
Sighing, he kneeled down next to her and brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face. Her night gown was no longer white but muddy and filthy.
The professor examied her body carefully. There were no marks on her skin and no blood was spilled. She just lied on the floor motionsless. Her eyes looked unfocused into the dark hallways.
But unlike the other students that were petrified this girl was dead.
Albus took the girl's hand in his.
"Oh Freydis, what did he do to you!"
He remembered the words she'd said to him this morning. Albus had refused to believe her when she told him about her suspicions. He should've known better than to doubt her. She'd never been wrong before.
I'll be dead before the day is done. Before the clock strikes midnight.