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Memory Searches
Dumbledore was not tired. Usually he would have fallen asleep in one of his fluffy golden armchairs by eleven o'clock in the evening, but today, something was up. It was nearly two o'clock in the morning, and he was wide awake. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Instead of swimming through the feelings that something was very wrong, Dumbledore decided that he needed to accomplish something. He was going to try and sort through the memories that Megna and Ali had given him. Something had to be in there about the prophecy or why what happened, happened.
"Alciento," he said, pointing his wand at the pensive storing their memories. The spell would search through every memory and see wether it was relevant to his cause or not. Then it would divide the memories into two piles, one important, and the other not.
Dumbledore stared at the pensive for a few minutes until it separated fully. Then he poured the non-relevant memories into another smaller glass jar. He bent over the pensive full of important memories and let his long crooked nose touch the surface.
He fell through into a large house. He saw three small girls and a tall woman who was talking to a man in the fireplace. The girls, who Dumbledore suspected were Ali, Megna, and Lahki, watched with interest.
"No, really Forbes. I don't understand why you cannot keep it safe for me," the lady was saying.
"It is against my personal rules. If you need something to be kept safe, you will do it yourself, and you will not tell anyone where you've put it, except for one trustworthy person who is not likely to tell anybody, or to keel over and die anytime soon. I sorry that I cannot help you Jallak."
"Fine, it's okay. I'll just put it away somewhere and tell only one trustworthy person." Jallak was playing with something in her pocket. Dumbledore moved closer to see if he could get a glimpse of it. No such luck, the pocket of the Jallak's robe was covering the item completely.
"You got it," said Forbes. "See you later Jallak." There was a small crack and the face disappeared and the flames turned back to their original color.
The memory abruptly changed. Dumbledore was walking in a country lane. Megna, it looked like, was now ten years old and was holding a gentleman's hand. Dumbledore followed.
"If your mother and I ever go away," he was saying, obviously he was the girl's father, "for a very long time, I need you to take charge. You are the most mature of your sisters, and I think you would make the best leader."
"Why would you go away daddy?" asked Megna.
"I'll tell you the truth, alright? There is a man, he's not very nice, and we got on his bad side. Sometime, he might decide that he doesn't want us to live with you anymore, and try to take us away."
"Oh," said Megna. Clearly she did not understand.
Dumbledore decided that he'd had enough of the memories for tonight and withdrew himself from the pensive. In fact, in just two memories, he had learned a lot, but he still had to make many assumptions.
Presumably, Jallak had something she wanted to hide, but nobody would help her hide it so she would have to do it herself. And she would tell one trustworthy person who isn't likely to drop dead where it is hidden. So the person who know's where it's hidden is alive. And, the parents were expecting to be made to go on the run, or even get killed, by a man whom they had gotten on the bad side of. Voldemort? Dumbledore decided that he needed to view more memories, then he needed to talk to Megna.
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