CHAPTER 5
Finally after several fantastic hours, I removed Peter from my petite frame, and looked towards the door, expecting to see Dumbledore come through it as usual. He normally arrives very early on a Saturday, because there are no duties for him at the school. But nothing. No sound of a boiling Kettle, no food frying on the stove. Worried now, I jumped up and turned the knob of the door. The lock clicked in my hands and the door swung open. Now I was really afraid. Shaking Peter awake vigorously, I told him what had happened, and together we carefully made our way downstairs. We knew this only meant one thing. If Dumbledore's protection wasn't working anymore, well, there is only one reason for that…
Still no sign of Dumbledore, and no response from Snape. I thought if something had happened, Snape would have told us. Maybe he's gone too. We decided to spend the night at home in case Dumbledore was just sick. Wishful thinking I believe.
Peter found two letters both addressed to us, and that's when we knew it. We decided to read them together;
Dearest Peter and Violet,
It is with deep regret that I leave you on this terrible night, for I will not return. I cannot explain it in words, lest I and those involved be incriminated, but I am hoping Professor Snape will try to visit you and explain everything, before you go to Hogwarts, which is where, I'm sure, you will head next. At Hogwarts, you will find what is being taught, rather simple, and so I have arranged for you two to complete your owls, in secret, on the 13th July at Hogwarts castle. You may then skip your first year of Newts and join Seventh year so that you might experience some sort of school life. Your names will be hereby known as Violet Teropt, and Peter Direld. I would like to thank you for everything you have taught me, and I wish you the best in luck in whatever you do. I would just like to issue a final warning to you; many, when you return to school will be afraid of you two, as you possess powers way beyond their magical scope, and bare a striking resemblance to two of the most renowned and well known wizards of the time. I urge you to be careful of your friends and enemies, and whilst I encourage you to extend your powers as far as you can go, please remain secret with your recent investigations. Sadly, I cannot trust anyone anymore, even at Hogwarts.
I just have one more piece of information for you, a prophecy was made regarding the defeat of Voldemort, where it is said that a "power the dark lord knows not", will overcome him, both you Violet, and Peter will take this interpretation differently, and I hope you will be able to work it out,
Goodbye you two,
Albus Dumbledore
P.S. I love Cockroach clusters, and Sherbet Lemons too for that matter.
I couldn't believe it. He knew he was going to die, and even then he couldn't tell us about who we were, and say goodbye. I looked over at Peter who was crying silently, tears running down his face. "It's a will", he said, and tears now running down my face, I walked over to him and engulfed him in a hug, as we cried for the only family we ever knew. Methodically, automatically, we began to pick up all of Dumbledore's things and load them into trunks, as he had left everything of his to us. But suddenly we were interrupted by a raucous noise downstairs. We opened the door… and it was Snape.