I reached the old cabin; the smell of rotten wood filled the air for miles. The strong winds increasing as I approached, it seemed completely untouched. I knew better than to believe that. I carried on forward, he was here. I just knew it.
I tried the door. It was locked, so I took out the wand from where it was tucked into my belt.
Yew, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 inches. Slightly Springy.
Alohomora
I pushed the door open and was hit by the smell of mildew and smoke. I searched for the source of the smoke and realised it was the fireplace, which was filled with soaking wet wood.
And I heard footsteps… I whirled around to see a ragged middle aged man attempting to quietly reach the door.
"Such a Gryffindor..." I muttered.
"Who are you?" the man spat.
"Like you don't know!" I shot back sarcastically. He made a sudden bolt for the door.
"Avada Kedavra!" a flash of green left my wand and the man crumpled to the floor.
Dead.
Hi, and welcome to my fanfiction! First thing is first, this is a rewrite of Ashe to Ashes (which is still on my profile), it doesn't seem like it now, but it is! So, review and tell me what you think! (Especially if you read Ashe to Ashes)
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