A/N: I do not own any characters. All rights belong to J.K.

This is my first attempt at writing a story. I'm hoping I can make it work, as I really, really like my concept. My ability to make it work... well, that I'm less confident on. Anywho... this is more like a first draft. Update schedule is going to be random. This has not been Beta'd. I know it's short and not much of the plot is given. Be gentle.

He sat looking out the window into the mid-October storm. The rain falling upon the glass, obscuring the view from the high castle tower. The fire in the hearth providing ample warmth to keep the room comfortable.

"Father," the girl sitting in the chair next to him, staring at him with sadness in her eyes, the corners beginning to form tears. "Are you sure this course of action is wise? I fear what could happen."

"My little Caisteil, we've been alone for far too long. If anything happens, you will endure. We may not be as alone as we think. Perhaps, somewhere, there is still somebody left, somebody to hear our story. I must make the attempt. If this works, we will be able to change everything."

Turning his gaze back towards the girl, his weathered hands reaching for hers, trying to offer the small figure some comfort. He hated to see her cry. He would be the first to admit it, ever since the day she came into his life, she had him wrapped around her finger. She may not be his flesh and blood, but he couldn't help thinking of this girl as his daughter.

"Father, I do not fear being alone. I fear that if you are successful, I will not be there, that I will not come to pass. That I will not, be me."

He pulled the little girl, looking no more than 11 years old, into a tight embrace. "No matter how this ends, I will find you. Tell you what, the weather is supposed to be beautiful tomorrow, how 'bout a picnic by the lake and just forget about all this for a day."

Her sniffles ceding, and a smile blossoming on her face, "I'd love that!"

"But, I'd like to make the attempt to change things by Halloween. That will give us about two weeks to check everything."

Gently rubbing Caisteil's back and looking upon the three object sitting on the table amid copious amounts of notes, the man thought back upon his life, thinking about those whom he felt could save. The Arithmancy showed that by saving these people, it would make things better, it would save the world.

At some point during his musings, the girl fell asleep. Gently rising and putting her to bed, the man returned to the table. 'Two weeks,' he thought. 'Two weeks and I'll take up the Hallows. Two weeks and I take up the mantle of Master of Death. Two more weeks until Harry Potter goes back to the point of death, to save them. What better day than Halloween, the day of the dead?'