Letter

With Amosta's intervention, the Dark Witch Jasna Rosier had been thrown into Azkaban. He had not mentioned a word of her situation to Dumbledore, nor had he brought up the "gift" he had left for Grindelwald.

To be honest, he did not know whether Grindelwald would understand the veiled message he had conveyed, nor was he certain that Grindelwald would truly leave Nurmengard. He was not even sure that what he had done was right. The reason he had done it stemmed, in truth, from the insecurity in his heart.

The future was impossible to predict. Amosta knew very well that what he needed to face was far more than just Voldemort, who was "destined to be defeated."

For Herpo, lurking beyond the dark realm and forever coveting this world's light, to have made Merlin and Hogwarts' four founders lay plans involving him a thousand years in advance, he was certainly no easy opponent. Yet in this era, there were far too few wizards who might become allies to someone like him.

"Tell me about Neville's parents."

Dumbledore's resilience exceeded Amosta's expectations. By the time he returned to his seat with his teacup, he had regained his composure, though his voice was still hoarse.

"You intend to treat them the way you treated this Muggle, don't you?"

Dumbledore said with a frown.

"But the problem is, Augusta and Neville may not accept Alice and Frank becoming different people."

"There are two difficulties."

Amosta suppressed some of his worries as well, rubbing the rim of his cup with his thumb.

"Just as we discussed at the beginning, from an ethical standpoint, erasing all of a person's memories is equivalent to erasing their personality, and the disappearance of one's personality can be defined as death. Neville's parents are in a somewhat better