Prolouge
"I have found Potter."
"Have you now?"
"Yes. He is hiding out in his relatives' house."
"Interesting."
"Would you like me to go get him?"
"Please, feel free to."
"As you say, Lo-"
"I told you never to call me that."
"Yes, sir."
The footsteps echoed and slowly faded away from the room at the end of the hall. What a coward.
The man left in the room smirked. This would be fun.