Dumbledore's Advice

On the bloody full moon of December 1980, a child was born. He was no different from other children except for his incredible magical powers. Upon birth, he destroyed the maternity ward along with everyone inside. Voldemort wanted to use the girl for his own purposes in the future, but the Order of the Phoenix snatched her from the Death Eaters. Voldemort was temporarily defeated. Harry Potter's fate was clear: he was given to his relatives, but you... No one knew your origins, including your parents. Even so, Dumbledore, looking at the girl, understood that under no circumstances could he send her anywhere.

1981, November, Hogwarts Headmaster Dumbledore's office. A spacious room, once filled with faint, strange sounds, but now thunderously silent. A multitude of mysterious silver instruments. The walls were hung with framed portraits of former headmasters, dozing peacefully in their frames.

Dumbledore Snape and Minerva sat at the table, deciding what to do with the child, while the girl lay peacefully asleep in a small basket on one of the chairs. Dumbledore scratched his long beard, thinking.

*Minerva: "What should we do? This girl is in danger. Many Death Eaters are still at large. And if the Ministry of Magic finds out about a child with such power, they will want to use her for their own purposes in the same way. This could end tragically."

"Dumbledore: "Then we should keep this a strict secret. We need to find someone who can keep an eye on her to prevent a catastrophe."

• He said soothingly, barely hiding his concern. *

• Snape: "We do not know what this child will be capable of in the future. If we leave things as they are, she could become a threat to us all. It is better to destroy the child before a new Voldemort appears."

He said it, though he himself replaced the word "kill" with "destroy," like some kind of object. His black eyes shone with impartiality and severity as his black locks fell across his face.

Minerva: "Kill?! We can't kill a child! It's inhumane!"