We left for the station, Lilly and I a bit nervous.
Are they alive? Dead? Or... still kidnapped?
Who knows.
We went inside.
An officer greeted us at the door.
"Hello. I'm Officer Peter Preston, at your service. You may call me Peter," he said.
"Thank you, sir." Lilly said anxiously.
"About your parents... They're... gone."
The color in Lilly's face drained away, all that was left was the pained and sorrowful expression on her face.
"What? Dead? How could they be dead?! Officer, I'm sorry. You must be mistaken," I said.
The officer frowned. "Son, ma'am, I'm sorry. The Ollivander's and the Caulier's are gone."
Lilly ran out, crying.
"Thank you sir. I'm sorry, but, apparently, we have to go."
