"Before I leave," Albus Dumbledore began, staring coolly at the figure in front of him, "where will the child go? This is the last act of freedom you'll get, as you're aware. Choose wisely."
A maniacal laugh sent shivers shooting up Dumbledore's spine and down his arms. He gripped his wand a little tighter. In all his years, he still hadn't met someone as unnerving as this convict.
"Wool's Orphanage," the figure responded, hidden in the shadows. "I bet you know why, old bat!"
Albus Dumbledore kept his face calm despite how much he wanted deny the convict's wishes. How much he wanted to take the child to a normal muggle family, to a safe, secure home with no dark memories lurking within it. Images of a young boy with eyes of ice and a tongue of silver clouded his vision; a teenager whose skin turned grey with each passing day; a chillingly handsome man with scarlet eyes and a forked tongue; evil reincarnated in the form of a serpent.
Still, he persisted. And he left the convict with these words, his voice for once retreating from its soft tone, ringing out for all prisoners of Azkaban to hear. A promise to himself.
"She will not grow dark."
a/n
So this story has been on Wattpad for three years now, and now that I'm getting into HP again I figured I may as well post it here :-D