'What had she done!' Lily lay crying on her bed. She had killed her. She never meant to. Still, she had lied. Lied to everyone. This remorse was killing her.

Image of the bespactackled girl haunted her. Why? She was not significant enough. No one got to know. If only there was a way to run away from this.

She twirlled her hair as she spoke 'Professor, I was just thinking if there was some way to stop even regretting something. I believe that it is something that a person cannot even escape from in death.'

Dumbledore raised his eyes. His eyes glistened with fascination for this snake charmer.

'There is. If you dont die.'

'What! How is that even possible?'

'If your life is not inside your body, pain of any kind cannot touch you. Nothing can harm you.'

'Meaning?'

'Deliberate murder Lily. If you kill on purpose and then perform the reflection act...Your life will be transferred into that object...I cannot do that. I was not lucky enough to be born with magic as you alone know...'

Petunia lay crying. She wrote in a running handwriting her pains...to her only sister even though she hated her. How the father and son had gotten too close to her, what they had tried to do...'

Lily tore the letter as she read it.She ran out of Hogwarts and apparated in fury.

Petunia shrieked as she got a fleeting glimpse of her sister. She ran towards the house...

There she found it, no, them...

The three riddles lay dead cold as ice...