A young man stood in a rundown, two storey house. He ran his hand over every wall, noting each imperfection marring them and wondered what the tale was behind each one. He ran a hand through his hair, a trait which he had picked up and was not his own. He had not told anyone where he was going and knew his grandmother was probably bawling, but not over him. Today was the anniversary of his parents' deaths. This was the first time he was mourning them alone, without someone telling him lovely stories of how his parents were so in love and loved him more than anything else in the world.
He climbed the old, rickety stairs to the second floor and went straight through the doorway with the door hanging half off its hinges. His currently amber eyes scanned the room and finally came to land on a large four poster bed which was barely standing and had the curtains ripped off. He walked over to the bed and sat down, bringing his knees to his chest and began to cry. He cried for the parents he barely had, for the siblings he had learned they planned to give him, for his grandmother and godfather who would always miss them more than he would because they knew first hand how wonderful they were.
His head snapped up from his lap and towards the doorway. He cautiously got off the bed and drew his wand, which was made from werewolf fang, metamorphagus hair, and willow. He silently crept to the doorway and peered past the hanging door. There was a creek from the floorboards below him and the steps seemed to be meticulously searching each room for something.
He quickly made his way down the stairs, making sure no noise was made in the process. He knew he had the advantage of knowing where the other person was and decided to use it. He quickly walked through the rooms the intruder had already visited and snuck up behind the dark cloaked figure.
He grabbed the person's arm and put his wand to their head and growled menacingly, "If you want to live I suggest you start explaining why the heck you are sneaking around here for."
"Teddy!" a light, feminine voice exclaimed
"Victoire?" he asked as he put his wand away and loosened his grip on her arm
"Oui. You had me worried. No one knew where you had gone. I knew you would be here though, you always wind up here when you want to think. It took me some time to sneak away from everyone though." She had turned around and was scowling by this point.
"Do you have any idea what Uncle Harry is doing right now? He is frantically searching for you, he is so worried. No one even wants to try telling your grandmother, today is hard enough on her as it is." She said bitingly
His shoulders slumped. He hadn't want to worry anyone, he just wanted to be alone for awhile. "I'm sorry." he muttered quietly.
"I know, Teddy." She said while taking his hand and twining her fingers through his. "Now lets go tell everyone your safe."
"Okay. Thank you, Victoire, for rescuing me from my despair." Teddy replied while placing a chaste kiss on her lips.