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Prologue

It's been a week since Dumbledore's death. Harry was resting on his bed. He was contemplating about his life. 'In a few weeks, I'll be of age. I don't need to stay here.' Harry thought as he got up and opened a loose floorboard. He took out a book that he had read it a couple of times. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't stop. 'Why do I still read this book? It's Snape's, for Merlin's sake. God, I can't believe I'm actually touching it.'

He took one last look at the book and shoved it under his invisibility cloak. He let out a heavy sigh and looked at the starry night sky from his window. He could see Sirius. It was shining very bright and just there on the right side was the constellation, Draco. He knew he should feel anger and hatred over him but he couldn't no matter how hard he tried. He knew Draco was only protecting his life and his family. Even Dumbledore didn't show hatred for Draco so why should he, right?

'Wait, since when did I start calling Malfoy, Draco?' That was Harry's last thought before fire erupt outside his window. It seemed to be floating. Harry opened the pane and slowly reached out to touch the fire. When he finally touched it, he was surprised. It wasn't hot but it was cold, very cold. The fire appeared to take shape. It was that of an envelope and then it became whole. With a flash of light, it was just an envelope, a plain paper.

Harry looked at the envelope with suspicion. There was nothing written in front and at the back. He knew he couldn't use magic to check if there were curses. He placed the envelope on the table and sat on his bed. He was staring at the letter. A few minutes passed before he decided to open the letter. He knew it was a risk but he opened it anyway. A piece of paper fell and landed on the ground he picked it up and read. His eyes enlarged in surprise.

Dumbledore is not dead.

R.A.B

'What?' Harry thought as he read the note over again. 'That can't be. I saw him being killed. Snape killed him.' He sat on his old rickety bed to compose himself. 'There must be a mistake.' The note seemed to have heard him for the words faded and was replaced.

There is not mistake. Dumbledore is not dead. He is safe and alive.

'So Snape is innocent?'

Yes, he is.

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'But how do you explain the killing curse?' The note didn't answer but after a few minutes, a different handwriting appeared. Harry's eyes widen in shock. 'No, it can't be. It just can't be. I saw him being killed and buried. The—there must be a—a mistake. Professor Dumbledore is dead. This is not his handwriting.'

Harry.

That handwriting sent chills down Harry's spine. He clutched the letter and stared at it. This is definitely Dumbledore's handwriting. 'But how could he have survived the killing curse?'

There is much to explain Harry but I'm afraid that this is not the time for me to explain these things to you.

'When will you talk to me again?'

In time Harry, I will explain these things to you. You will know.

'Professor, what do you mean by that?' Harry waited for a few minutes and then the last words appeared.

Patience, my dear Harry,

R.A.B

It was not Dumbledore's handwriting. Harry laid on his bed. His heart was beating fast. His breath was harsh and ragged. His mind couldn't take this kind of torture. It was too much. His head was hurting. He passed out.

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