The Lost Prophecy | Year One

A Witch

The large circular room was engulfed, with loud noises from the portraits of the old headmasters and headmistresses. They were all talking in hushed voices, eagerly waiting to hear the conversation that was unfolding beneath their frames.

Arthur eyed the tall, thin, very old man with silver hair and bread pace around in the room humming to himself, with a sherbet lemon in his hands. His purple cloak swept the ground that swished around as he paced, oblivious to his surroundings.

"We need to talk, Dumbledore," Arthur stated.

Albus Dumbledore looked at Arthur with his bright, blue eyes that were sparkling behind his half-moon spectacles.

"To what do I owe this pleasure, Mr. Selwyn?" Dumbledore asked gently.

"You know why I'm here, Dumbledore," Arthur said sharply. "Frey is alive. Bagnold refuses to believe anything that comes out of Samuel's mouth. I understand that he is a Death Eater and cannot be trusted easily, but I've seen him Dumbledore. No man is capable of breaching the enchantments and jinxes cast upon the Castle. Not unless you're very determined and desperate enough to not worry about the consequences. The man nearly died! Dumbledore," Arthur exclaimed hotly.

"He was," Dumbledore corrected.

"What?" Arthur asked, perplexed.

"Samuel Raistlin was a Death Eater, the moment he sought your shelter, he ceased to be one," Dumbledore said.

Arthur shrugged, "I do not care about his alleged allegiance. All I care about right now is that he is telling the truth. He is not under the Imperious Curse. I cannot go about on myself rampaging through the county looking for Frey. We need assistance Dumbledore. The sooner he is caught and imprisoned, the safer we all are. Especially the kid, she is innocent and deserves our protection."

"I assume you know where she is," Dumbledore said, looking over his spectacles.

Arthur nodded. "Found out a couple of days ago, Evelyn's House Elf Ezra is alive. He has been protecting the kid for over four years now. The Muggles rescued her that night and are raising her as their own. But they're getting concerned she's projecting her magic, Dumbledore. According to Ezra, they're trying their best to not dwell on the strange occurrences, but he can tell they know something is wrong," He said, sitting down on a nearby chair.

"Do you trust him, Ezra?" Dumbledore questioned. "Allegiances can change. He could be loyal to Frey. After all, he is one of his masters."

Arthur shook his head, "If there is anyone he is loyal to, it's Evelyn. She sacrificed her life for her daughter. Evelyn commanded him to protect her with his life. Frey has no authority over him, he lost it the day he murdered Evelyn, his wife, in cold blood," He said gravely.

Dumbledore bowed his head. "A tragic loss," He muttered.

"We must protect the kid, Dumbledore," Arthur said, looking at him.

"Indeed," Dumbledore muttered.

"I'll be off then, need to meet the Muggles and talk to them before they do anything rash," Arthur said, getting up.

"I do not think that is necessary," Dumbledore said. "Once the child turns eleven, she will receive her Hogwarts letter, and Professor McGonagall will explain to them about the Wizarding World."

Arthur frowned. "You asked me to trace her."

"I did, Mr. Selwyn, and I sincerely thank you for your assistance. I believe you can resume your previous post at the Ministry," Dumbledore said, walking towards the table. He picked up a lemon sherbet from the bowl and looked at Arthur, "Would you care for a lemon sherbet?" He asked.