The boy who lived; the ruins of family

the riddance

(Again, suspenseful instrumental music is best for this chapter. I got bored and used loki green theme from the series loki. It has a suspenseful and calculating feeling. BTW if you haven't seen loki, you should watch it. Anyway, back to the story)

It had been three hours. The spirts were very good at their job. They could turn a week long expedition to track down someone into a day trip. They had found severus with ease.

Severus had apparently requested the help of Dumbledore, that great old git, to find him a safe house. Album had, of course, agreed and givin him refuge in one of their many lodgings.

Unlike the potters house, this location was a cabin, deep in thick part of the woods. The part where the bears, wolves, centaurs, and werewolves kept people away. It appeared to be a small 2 bedroom, one bathroom house. Perhaps a small kitchen and living room too, but nothing much else. It was humble, but importantly, hidden.

However, it wasn't hidden enough.

With the final thought, voldamort apperated to the woods.

He couldn't apperate directly to the house. That would be too simple. He was sure there would be wards around the house, and while he was sure he could easily get past them, he didn't want to alert severus.

Making his way through the forest, he quickly understood why this had been an ideal hiding spot. The eerie sounds, the winding trees, and the foggy air all made the place feel spooky, as if you were being watched.

However, voldamort continued. His eyes set on the alternative. If he left now, severus would give Harry to dumbledore. He would, if he hadn't already, tell him about Harry's horcrux status. And voldamo- Harry wouldn't be safe. He might be killed or tortured. Perhaps used as blackmail. Certainty voldamort would have to give into their demands if one of his horcruxes was threatened.

As he continued, the feeling of being watched doubled.

Then it happened. A shriek of pure terror, a girl. Then, dead silence. Not even the crunch of his feet. He was left alone with his thoughts, wondering who that had been. He wanted to call out to the person, his curiosity demanding he do so. But he wasn't stupid.

So he kept walking and walking and walking for what seemed like hours. Yet he felt like he was exactly where he had first apperated. His suspicions got so bad as he kept on that he congered up a piece of yarn and tied it to a tree branch.

Another shriek. This one came out as a tortured scream. His head told him this was simply a fear tactic, but his heart, his anxiety whispered about banshee's.

After seeing that stupid ribbon again, he quickly released what the stupid woods were. Very obviously cursed to send unwanted guests, although he had no idea why he would be unwanted, in circles.

Only those with the exact path would find their destination.

What a stupid place voldamort thought to himself.

So much for the element of surprise.

"Incendio maxima" he let out a whisper.

The entire Forrest around him burst into flames. After a moment, the spells used to loop the Forrest started ripping. Evident in the violent earth quakes that accured.

Standing there not more than 20 feet was the small cottage.
It was even cuter than his spies had reveled. Painted a light sunshine yellow, with a front porch, and plants all around the outside, it could be confused with a vacation home.

(Honesty thirteen works great here)

What would he do to toy with severus? He had to learn that loyalty was highly valued and sacred. Ding dong ditch? No he had grown bored of that. He had no one to kill. He also doubted that severus would fall for most of his other tricks, he had been his right-hand man for long enough to know every trick in the book. But voldamort was a smart man. He could figure something out eventually.