Rubbing my forehead, I thought about how to proceed with this bit of information. Marcus needed to know. He knew Tobias. Hell, he even helped Tobias with growing up. I had no clue how to raise a child, let alone a son. Looking over my shoulder, I saw him engrossed in the conversation with the others. Turning my attention back to Harry, I finally said, "the Dumbledore family grimoire, had notes from Merlin himself. Notes that were only for me since it was in languages that very few knew. In those notes was what happened to my apprentice."