Chapter One: A House of Disarray.
There was nothing unusual about the Winter's House from the outside. But as soon as one stepped over the threshold all that met the eye was a trail of destruction. The kitchen had been turned upside down; the table and dresser lay on their sides, there was smashed china and bent cutlery covered the floor.
In the living room the springs were protruding out of the sofa and the grandfather clock had been split into two halves. The mirror that had once stood in the hallway had been knocked to ground shattered to pieces; glimmering shards of glass were strewn all over the floor.
Upstairs was no better. The furniture of the three bedrooms in the house was all overturned and clothes covered every inch of the floor.
For an onlooker- someone with no knowledge of current affairs- it could be hard to pinpoint the cause of destruction. Maybe someone was simply looking for something extremely important. Or a family member had a serious tantrum.
However, the majority of people did know about current affairs and unless you had been living underground for several years you would certainly know about the affair that linked to this disaster. Most people would only have to take a glance to figure out the root of the problem.
Lord Voldemort was probably the most powerful dark wizard to have ever existed. He was ruthless, violent and cold hearted.
He often killed for no other reason that that his victims were Muggle born or that they were brave enough to refuse to join his force. Often he didn't even kill his victims himself they were simply orders and nothing more than that.
But this particular case had been special. No one but himself was going to complete this mission.
A/N Okay, I'm sorry this is so short, it's purpose is really to set the scene. Inspiration struck at about 10.30pm last night so I apologise if there are any major errors.