A deep red sky and the infinity of the sea stretched out before their eyes. The wind blew her long hair into her face as a solitary tear ran down her cheek.

  In her arms, she held a little girl who had the same blonde hair and blue eyes as she did. Pandora clung tightly to her mother. Yet her gaze remained fixed into the distance.

  For a moment, just a tiny little moment, it seemed to her as if there, beyond the horizon across the vast sea of time...... She shook her head; she had only imagined it.

  Across the great stream of time, on a starry, clear full moon night, a young man stood in the middle of a clearing deep in the forest, silently looking at the sky. In his hand, a little girl with dark hair and dark eyes, just like his own.

  "Come now, Merope, it's time to go."

  One st time, he let his gaze sweep over the small, run-down cottage before, with the child in his hand, he apparated with a soft *plonk*.