Albus Potter is working in Antarctica. A gate leading to dark secrets, flying whales, an old school foe, a disturbing prophecy and words written in bloody letters on their skin... What's hidden under the snow, in the depths of the old land? The foursome are not children anymore and the choice they'll have to face will change them forever. (Happens 7 years after "Bright as Night")

Scorpius was dreaming. Of old dusty books, of the sound of rain drops on his window at Hogwarts, of fish cakes, of a ferret named Spoon, of the horrible taste of treacle tarts, of letters sent to his father, of the smell of parchment and honeysuckle soap, of green eyes filled up with tears and of the day the skylark had fallen into his cauldron...

Everything went black. Albus didn't know anymore where he was - who he was. And in this darkness, where only throbbed the bite in his chest, a green and golden eye was looking at him. (His fourth year at Hogwarts is easy, happy, no troubles. Albus Potter never asked to be special. But, well, he IS. And things won't ever be the same...)

The locomotive's thick white smoke and the autumn sunlight were blurring the station platform in a bright haze. - "All aboard, all aboard!" was shouting someone impatiently in the hubbub of children's and adults' voices. A little girl with a blue ribbon in her brown curls was holding the hand of a very tall man who was carrying an brand-new leather suitcase on his shoulder.

- "Oh." He turned round when he heard Kreacher's voice. The old elf had stepped in the room with a box full of clutter and stumbled upon discovering the child. - "This is my son, Kreacher", said Harry gently, from the ladder on which he was standing with a stack of books. "His name's Albus."

A muffled noise in the frozen night. A twig cracked, pine needles fell while something slipped under the lower branches of the tree. Albus lifted his head and swallowed. - "Who's there?" he asked in a trembling voice. There was something in the shadows, lurking between two mounds of snow. Something that was looking at him.

- "I lost a tooth!" proudly announced the little girl, opening her mouth wide. - "Great", Harry said. "Did the Tooth Fairy come?" - "Yeaaaaah. She gave me a chocofrog and a brand new Galleon!" Lily leaned forward : - "James said the Tooth Fairy doesn't exist, that it's actually mummy's doing ..." She cast a suspicious glance around her and whispered in Harry's ear. - "Is it true?"

- "J'ai perdu une dent !" annonça fièrement la petite fille. - "Bravo" dit Harry. "La souris est passée ?" -"Vouiii. Elle m'a donné une chocogrenouille et un Gallion tout neuf !" Lily se pencha. - "James dit que la souris, en fait, c'est maman…" Elle jeta un regard soupçonneux autour d'elle et chuchota : "C'est vrai ?"

It started raining. Greg Lestrade stopped, his hands in his pockets, and looked up. It was raining the day the consulting detective had found the young doctor curled up on the paved ground in that narrow street. It was raining the day Mary had showed up on the doorstep of 221b Baker Street. It was always raining when something was about to happen.

La pluie se mit à tomber brusquement. Greg Lestrade s'arrêta, les mains dans les poches. Il pleuvait le jour où le détective consultant s'était arrêté devant le jeune docteur assis sur les pavés, au fond de cette ruelle. Il pleuvait le jour où Mary avait frappé à la porte du 221b Baker Street. Il pleuvait toujours lorsque quelque chose allait arriver.