(FYI- Just to end the confusion, in the last chapter there is an asterisk between Snape's letter and the letter from R.A.B. Snape's is only one line and only says "I have the boy". "I write this in a pen..." Is the second letter.)

The soft warm summer wind was gentle to the touch, caressing quietly the face of the bartender of the Hog's Head. He sipped his cup of tea, and picked up that morning's edition of the Daily Phrophet, the headline blazed most people's mind.

DUMBLEDORE DEAD - DEATH EATERS FOUND RESPONSIBLE

Was only two short days ago the man we all knew and loved was found dead, laying on the ground underneath one of the towers at Hogwarts. Albus Dumbledore, 154, was believed by almost everyone to be immortal. His words of wisdom have influenced us all, lifting our hearts in sorrow, and making us smile when we're down.

Recently, Death Eater activity was reported at Hogwarts, and it seems that one hit Albus with a killing curse, knocking him off the tower, to send him to his death.

'I won't tell you a damned thing.' Said a hostile Minerva McGonagall, newly instated Headmistress of Hogwarts.

'This one won't be forgotten, Severus must be furious for letting this happen.' Filius Flitwick reported, the morning after. Severus Snape was not present for an interview.

The bartender threw the paper onto the small table before him, and picked up a letter. In thin, spidery letters was his name. He opened it slowly, clutching the parchment in his hands.

Dear Brother,

My dear Aberforth, by the time you read this, it will most likely be too late. It has been rumored by the most reliable that tonight there will be a Death Eater invasion in the castle, so I will be taking Harry Potter to a cave far away to claim one of the horcruxes of Voldemort's. It is with deep remorse that I must say that those who will show up tonight will certainly be after me, as it is in Draco Malfoy's hands to do so. Sadly, I say tonight will be his night to shine to the rest of his kind, and stop him I cannot. Death is a long awaited friend to those who have lived a full life, and mine has been too long.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore.

These word were meaningless now, the deed was done, Dumbledore dead. A small tear bubbled in Aberforth's eye. Murdered.

Now the war had turned for the worst.