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"What! How can I stop this person getting my power?" I asked alarmed. Harry put his hand on my back and began to rub it soothingly to keep me calm. "Alex. I'm sorry you cant your just going to have to wait until we know more." Dumbledore said. "Whatever." I said crossing my arms. It angered me that my power was in danger and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
After Dumbledore let us leave I went to the library to find a way to protect myself. I slowly walked into the library as it was late at night and we technically weren't suppose to be roaming the halls but I didn't care I needed to no what to do if I was attacked. I searched the numerous shelves for a book of protection. Without any luck. I decided to widen my search and look defensive spells. As I was looking through various books I came across an old book of wizard mysteries that I took an interest in. I carefully took it off the shelf and sat down to looked through it. I turned page after page looking at the mysteries of generations before mine. I got towards the back and saw a picture I recognised immediately one word came to mind. "Dad!" I gasped. This wizard was my father. New found hope ran through my body and I reread the page. My mind was buzzing with questions of his whereabouts. The page mentioned that my father was taken by a man called Voldemort while I only remember him as the stranger who took my father. The name seemed to be mentioned in every wizard history book printed in the last century. I immediately thought to tell Harry. He could help me find my Dad. I never gave up hope that he was alive. Before he was taken my father told me that as long as I wore the necklace he would be safe for seven years I always doubted that as he wasn't with me. I held the necklace between my index and thumb rubbing my thumb over the engraving as a way to calm my nerves.
The next morning I told Harry about what I found. "Alex? what are you afraid of?" Harry randomly asked me. "Honestly Harry I don't know. I guess I'm scared that if my dad is dead than its my fault. He was taken when it should have been me. I scared that I'll never truly no him. and I'm scared of what my father may have become while being held by..." I don't finish my sentence because if I say his name it may all be true. My dad was taken by the evilest man in the world because of me. "Voldemort." Harry finishes I just nod trying to hold in the tears threatening to come out. Harry puts his arm around me and I lean my head on his shoulder. "Don't lose hope Alex we will find him. I promise" Harry said before I fell asleep in his warm arms.