"The brightest flame will defeat the deathly chill of seven Decembers."
Castor and Pollux Jones, transfer students from Ilvermorny, are now attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After the unexpected death of their mother, they move t...
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"Did she make it?"
"She's safe, Nathan." Albus Dumbledore clasped his hands on the desk in front of him. "This is the best option to ensure her safety."
Nathan Jones bounced his knee agitatedly, running his hand through his short hair as he sighed. He gave one final look at his old Headmaster, nodding to himself before standing to his feet. He buttoned the front of his suit as he made his way to the door.
"America is a very big country. If he does venture across the Atlantic, he will have a hard time finding her." Albus stroked his long silvery beard as he stood to see the man out. "Nobody over there knows who she is. There will be nobody he can target to collect information from."
Nathan nodded again, his head ducked towards his feet, silently hoping and praying for this war to be over soon, so he and his sister could breathe easy again.
"I'm sorry it has to be this way." Albus put a hand on the other man's shoulder. "Truly, I am."
"I understand." Nathan met the headmaster's eyes. "Take care of yourself, Albus."
"You do the same." As Nathan Jones leaves the office, Albus Dumbledore continues his pacing.
