Dumbledore was sitting in his office deep in thought about Hermione Granger. "Why on earth did she think she was related to Tom Riddle?" He pulled the memory from his mind and watched it in the pensive over and over again. It had been taken unwillingly, but it seemed like young Mr. Malfoy and Blaize Zabini had made some unlikely friends. All these kids were throwing surprise wrenches in his plan. It was exhausting. "In any case, at least Sulghorn likes the boy. I suppose he’ll be able to get the memory after all..." He thought as he put the pensive away. As he was closing the cupboard he saw a vial, an old vial he had forgotten about. He stared at it for a long time, the label on it read "The memories of Morfin Gaunt’. Suddenly he reached out and picked it up "Could it be?" He said to himself before emptying the vial into the pensive and diving face first into it—————