The Prophecy Fulfilled

"Ludwig... I miss you so much."

Nina's call consumed what little remained of her soul. Thin white mist gushed from her empty eye sockets, turning into a wisp of mournful illusion, merging with the Lost Mist spilling from the ring. Carrying bloody tears and longing, it squeezed into a crack in the air so tiny it was almost imperceptible, then plunged straight down toward an abyss the living could not approach.

Moody, who witnessed it all, felt as if his head were splitting apart. Images of illusion and reality flickered back and forth between his single eye and his Magic Eye, scouring his already weakened soul and mind. But the whisper Nelson had left beside his ear after fitting him with the Magic Eye sounded again:

"Alastor, these eyes came from Borgin Burke. Ten years ago, he was the one who used the Imperius Curse to control your parents. At the time, they were investigating a murder in Knockturn Alley, and murders like that had gone on for nearly a century." The truth that had kept those in the know silent for so many years was lightly revealed by him just like that. Moody had pressed him for the details of what had happened, but Nelson had only pointed at the sky and continued, "Under the sun, no ghost can hide. Your parents lost themselves in a despicable ambush and, before your very eyes, slaughtered each other and both died. Even after their deaths, the Wizengamot only branded them with the crime of traitors killing each other over an uneven split of spoils, stealing even the last shred of their innocence."

The Magic Eye Moody had not yet grown used to spun wildly in its socket, almost struggling free and leaping out.

"Alastor, Borgin Burke was skilled in the Imperius