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Sitting on the large window sill Albus Dumbledore was examining the moon's shadow hidden in dark clouds and waiting for the return letter from The Ministry of Magic.

He knew what he will read in this letter, but decided to try his fate and to enjoy this little sparkle of hope for another few minutes.

Was it possible that he was mistaken and he would loose one of his secrets?

In the dark of night slammed wings.

The big white owl shooted forth over Albus's head and droped a parchment roll on his knees.

He picked up it slowly, spread and got to read carefully.

- I thought so, - he breathed a sigh of disappointment, roll up the parchment and got up from a windowsill.

There was no application about disappearence of a child in the Ministry.

Now it was possible to say confident, that boy was abandoned intentionally.

But why? What so terrible did this child to be in the Forbidden Forest?

What is hiding the depths of memory?

Dumbledore's head has started to ache from an endless flow of questions and he left the owlery.

The cold august wind blew on the outside.

Albus filled the lungs with fresh air with pleasure. The head cleared up.

"Very soon theese lands will fill up of hundreds young magicians", - he thought, looking down, - "Carefree, happy, with the wind in their heads and problems the size of the Astronomacal tower".

In former times Dumbledore himself was in their place,

His dream was quiet and future of the magic world didn't weigh on him at all.

In those times there wasn't a danger, which hangs over them now.

Albus went back to the castle, in the dungeon of Slytherin, concurrebtly thinking about event, which had happened about a year ago, 31th of October, when the spell of maternal blood defeated the Tom Riddle's attack.

Whether was the spell strong enough for stop of the notorious lord Volan-de-Mort or he has been breathing the same air with him up to now?

This doubt rended of the director from within,

It tormented him sleepless nights and woke up him earlier than the rising sun.

When did he get enough sleep the last time?

Far echo of loud claps and muted growl got out Dubmledor of the reverie.

The wizard couldn't understand for a long time what a source produced such strange sounds. He didn't realize what creates it.

Turned a corner swiftly, he hastened to the room of professor Snape.

What he saw forced his heart jump.

On the blood-stained stair, which led to the potion-making room, lay Severus.

His right hand compressed the bleeding shoulder with all his might and the sight, which cling to a consciousness, looked through ghostly wall, ready to break down at any moment.

Dambledore raised his head.

A weird creature with long claws instead of fingers and wild black eyes raged behind the magic barrier.

It took the wizard a few seconds for recognizing twelve-year-old Rhine in this creature

Albus breathed in and out once or twice for calming down the rabid heart and casted a powerful sealing conjuration over Snape's barrier. Then he rushed to potion-maker and stop the blood with whisper.

Severus wanted to say something, but his powers were enough only for a grateful nod.

After a moment he stoped to clihg for a consiouness and let eyes to close. Dumbledor is near.

He can be trusted own life.

Unfortunately, it was impossible to do that

All he could do is to sit like that, without any movement, untill the end came.

It became louder and louder

-Do you remeber what happened last night?

-I promise.

-I woud like to see Professor Snape.

He opened his eyes.

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