The darkness before dawn shrouded the Mediterranean Sea's bathtub. In a calm stretch of water unknown to anyone, a light suddenly flared. A sea ship with a glowing lantern hanging from its prow slowly rose above the horizon. After lingering in place for a moment, it sailed toward the deep sea at dawn like a ghost ship.
After a busy night, Albert returned to the ship and sat at the dining table, enjoying the potato and cheese pancakes Isobel had made herself while explaining why he had come back so late.
"So you came back this late because you secretly went back to put up another Dark Mark?"
Isobel turned to look at Albert, who was sitting at the dining table eating a midnight snack, and poured the freshly brewed hot chocolate into a cup.
"I think that was the scene I saw in my crystal-ball prophecy."
Under normal circumstances, Albert would not have placed so much importance on the outcome of a prophecy, but things were different now.
He truly wanted Voldemort dead.
"Yes, yes, another prophecy of yours came true."
Isobel set the freshly brewed hot chocolate before Albert and said in the tone one might use to placate a child, "It's just that you never expected the Dark Mark to have been made by you."
"Yes, Lord Voldemort probably lost too badly and was too embarrassed to leave a Dark Mark behind." Albert remarked without the slightest guilt. "Of course, it could also be because the ones they killed were their own people. Anyway, I already put one up for them. If people died, how could there be no Dark Mark?"
"Drink up, then go get some rest early. You've been busy all night. You must be tired, right?"
As she spoke, she covered a yawn with