knock knock knock and the ice cold door opened as if programmed to do so.
"what is this place, Tom?" shivered a short, stumpy creature dressed in nothing but a small rag just covering her,
"What have I told you about calling me that vile, unspeakable name?" said Tom in a calm but harsh tone.
"S-s-s-sorry, m-my Lord" the creature whimpered.
"I already told you, you idiotic house elf!" Tom scolded "I need to create my horcrux."
"but-" the house elf started before she was interrupted abruptly.
"Because, Quinty, I needed a place where the ministry couldn't track me and of course I know the perfect spots."
At this point Quinty was shivering so badly she couldn't open her mouth which, considering what Tom was going to do next, was quite the bit helpful.