Devero returned to the Great Hall.
"Everything... all right?"
Outside the Hospital Wing.
Where Devero had spoken with Dumbledore earlier.
Snape now stood behind the chair Devero had been sitting in.
Dumbledore was still seated there.
"Mm. Both children are fine."
Dumbledore gave a slight nod.
"I thought this place was safe, Dumbledore."
Snape spoke through clenched teeth.
"Yes, so did I."
Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, his expression darkening.
Whoosh!
Snape let out a sharp breath.
As if trying to steady himself.
He didn't look at Dumbledore.
"So, did you tell him about the Prophecy?"
Dumbledore slowly shook his head.
"But I think he may have guessed something."
"So I think we may have to move up the plan."
At that, Snape spun around.
He glared at Dumbledore.
"Albus Dumbledore! The lunatics you brought here killed Li and Aurora, and now you want their son to go die too?"
But Dumbledore didn't so much as flinch.
He remained calm as he looked at Snape.
"Severus, only you can do this. Only you know enough, and only you share a true, living connection with him."
"Devero, from the look of you, I take it you've learned something?"
In Professor McGonagall's office.
They sat at opposite ends of her desk.
Devero was holding a cup of hot tea.
"Yes, Professor. The headmaster told me all about my family, including the Tindalos Order of Hermits and how my parents became enemies with them."
Devero took a sip of tea.
As the warmth spread through him,
he began to feel a little better.
Professor McGonagall gave a slight nod at his words.
"Mm. I didn't tell you before because I was afraid of burdening you with something so serious at such a young age. But from everything you've done since you started