Nineteen Years Later

"intresting im mostley stuck in the familey castle working and when im not there im working on swords. im glad my son dosent want to be like me."

"Ah," he said simply and drank his butterbeer that he ordered "Well making swords alot easier than being shot at rapidly and being slashed at by bayonets. See this scar?" he said then poitned at his face which had a long scar running down his face. "Almost got killed by a bayonet when i was in battle"

"sounds intresting i havnt fought in years but im getting more worried each day gunfire gets closer and closer to us. thats why im moving to the arctic."

"Why would gunfire scare you?" he said then toke another sip of his butterbeer "you've got magic"

"well yah but if the enemy manages to get to the castle before ive moved i would be placing me my child my staff and my guards at risk. and also my magic seems to be leaving me ever since i got my fathers job i think its the non stop work."

"Well you just gotta keep using spells to get back into it. Eventually it will come back" he said

" i supose so but im constantly using magic i think i need to get a vacation soon before i lose all my magic"

"Might," he said and toke another sip. "Anyway if you move out to the artic make sure you bring boots"

"cant go there without them i supo-----"

( a letter pops out o f nowere and unfolds it selfs and says)

"Lord Emof im sorry to inform you your castle has been captured and destroyed by the enemy you and your son is all thats left of your familey, insealed in the package to follow are some weapons relics to your familey and clothing needed. hoping you are well minester of magic." read the letter

(a small package appers and floats down to the table)

"well then my fear ha com to pass hmm well i dont have anymore money or workers to build my castle in the arctic.. hmmm my son will live at hogwarts i supose and ill have to find a new line of work"

"You can stay at my place," he said "I got a mansion now since I do alot of military missions"