A man that looked like if he was made from smoke was looking at Mary, who was under the blanket, through the dark clouds. With a smile on his lips he left.

-Sir, he did it – the man was looking at an older man, which was wearing a black cape.

-The most pure and perfect pupil from my worst enemy is no longer the purest of all. Perfect.

-Sir, and why do it. I mean, couldn't we just go and destroy her boss?

-No, she's too strong. Mary makes her strong, but now she will lose her powers, slowly but she will. As the guilt inside that Mr. Alfred and Mary grows she will lose her powers faster.

-And when we will be able to destroy her?

-We must be patient Brian, my boy. We will know when the perfect time is. Now go and make sure that they see each other, there's no need for them to make love again. I just need them to feel bad. I made myself clear?

-Yes my Lord.

The smoke man left the room and appeared at the park in front from Cherry Tree Lane. He turned into a raven and flew to number 17.

Sorry for the short chapter but I couldn't think of anythin else. :)