WARNING: Brief mention of blood, gore, and child abuse!
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Dumbledore walked the country lane, looking around to search for the wooden signboard that was supposed to be pointing towards Great and Little Hangleton. But now, the place was so drastically different from Bob Ogden's memory, that he almost thought that he wouldn't find the Gaunt Shack. What he had seen as high and tangled hedgerows were neatly trimmed, and no more than a meter in height.
The narrow dirt track was bordered by high and wild hedgerows in the valley that was nestled between two steep hills in the northern part of Wixenheim, formerly known as Little Hangleton.
According to Bob Ogden's memory, across the valley, set on the opposite hillside, was supposed to be the Riddle Manor, surrounded by a wide expanse of velvety green lawn. Now, it seemed to be a vast and wild forest, nothing more. A very convincing nothingness to commoners, but Dumbledore was no commoner.
Dumbledore looked around carefully, making sure there was no one around him, before activating the mage sight of his half-moon glasses. The lenses of the glass glowed in a pale bluish light. Albus then very slowly opened his eyes, letting his eyes be accustomed to the vast array of colors in different shapes and sizes that were revealed to him to avoid sensory overload.
Following the familiar route of ignoring the backgrounds as well as the tingling sensation that signals an incoming pounding headache that would start if he uses the mage sight for more than twenty minutes, Albus adjusted the glass over his eyes and studied the place where Riddle Manor was supposed to be.
Instead of the hidden building being revealed to him as Albus expected, he saw extremely bright lights mixing, pulsing, and forming a huge dome of colors around the building and surrounding grounds, taking most of the hill. There was no building, or manor of any kind that he could find.
Albus frowned, and mentally rephrased the last sentence. There was no building he could see, not without breaking the invisibility wards there must have been. Tom really seems to be rather fond of making buildings invisible to unwanted eyes. Maybe that's what he did to this building as well.
He should have brought Alastor with him, it would have been curious to hear what his magical eyes would have revealed.
After studying the colors for a few more minutes, a prickling sensation on the back of the nape had Albus deactivate the mage sight and look around. Frowning when he found nobody around, he activated the mage sight of his glasses again and then looked around, hoping to see whoever was watching him in disillusioned charm, but to his surprise, there was no one other than the native wild animals. But Albus still carefully looked around, murmuring revealing charms to find whoever was watching him.
When the headache became too much to bear, Albus sighed and deactivated the mage sight, massaging his temple and taking deep breaths to ease the headache, ignoring the prickling sensation that has stopped. As the pain slowly subsided, Albus thought over what he saw. He had noticed and confirmed that Tom has a Manor in Northern Ireland where he kept that Peverell boy. Though, judging by the security of this building, it must also be an important building. Maybe one of his safe houses? Would Tom put such extensive warding for a safe house?
Dumbledore frowned, looking back at the opposite hill that has again taken the form of vast green nothingness. Tom hated his Muggle origin, he would never use this house, otherwise. Albus would need to spy on the building more to confirm it. Unfortunately, he doesn't have much time for that.
Albus sighed, stroking his long white beard and casting another glance at the vast nothingness. Tom was good, put up some best and quality wards that would take Albus at least an hour to break into. Maybe he would save the information and come back some other time to study the wards more thoroughly.
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The Brightest Star Of The Darkest Night
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