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Little Hangleton, England

Moon-rays illustrated deep shadows along the light-struck grass. A black void of colour coated the sky only filled with the soft, slight shimmer of surreal stars; sprinkled across vague emptiness. The village below was empty - except the 6 dingy cottages lining the twisted path up to the decrepit castle-esque manor. Twisted panels of wood bent and broke in ways thought impossible; if it wasn't so eerie and frightening it would be rather magical and a revelation as to how the wood had been moulded: the grotesque shapes casting ever so slight shadows on the splintered porch.

Faded golden writing once indicated the owners of the manor - the forgotten Riddle line. The eccentric manor was littered with interesting relics of past times past down through generations however none were of use to the muggles nearby: the non magic folk who lived in the village and on the grounds. Only two knew of the true meaning to this house - Albus Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort, the most powerful Wizards of their day - respected and feared - unchallenged and powerful - wise and Insane.

What truly happened inside these walls was hidden by folk tales, lies and half truths. The only truth being members of the Riddle family were murdered in cold blood. However that is the end of the tales... The eldest son, Tom Riddle, had killed his family using the Wizards curse - Avada Kedavra. It left no mark and had stumped the Muggle police leaving them to conclude that the death was unexplained. Wizards knew however; the hidden world far more developed and yet so far behind - the magical world knew how these people had been killed - they had their very life ripped through their ribcage. Those murders all happened many years ago: 50 to be exact, 1934...

The killing curse did in-fact leave a mark - it was the ever so slightly pushed out bottom rib - for this was where the life force escaped from - and as it was usually used in families and individuals, people thought the rib cage was purely genetic.

The prime suspect in the murder was the Riddles' gardener, Frank Bryce, a Muggle man reportedly not payed very well and in revenge; for mistrust and overuse, he killed them. It didn't stick in court and charges fell. Bryce was never trusted by the other muggles though - they now stayed away from his little hut on the Riddle grounds. They always believed he had killed them but couldn't prove it.

Even so, Frank stubbornly repeated, again and again, that he was innocent, and that the only person he had seen near the house on the day of the Riddles' deaths had been a teenage boy.

Tom Riddle - even though he didn't know it

Frank Bryce has remained the caretaker for the Riddle house for the past fifty years. He had given up the garden after it fell into disrepair over an overly hot summer in 73'.

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"Uhg, bloody kids..." Frank moaned as he swung open his door. the warm August breeze insulated under the puffer coat he wore. Trudging through the sloshy unkempt mud outside his fended off hut was quite the ordeal his creaking bones aching at the strain.

Bryce ventured up the stone scattered path, through the moldering wood door and crept up the rickety old stairs. Stealthily making his way along the unlit corridor was easy - perfected after meddling kids who waltzed into the manor. The sight of a snake tail slithering round the corridor ahead gave him quite the start. Slight murmurs echoed lightly across the peeling paint and the fading walls. "My lord, are you still hungry? There isn't much left..."

One peculiar, high, cold voice replied - seeming to piece the soul - yet somehow recognisable. "Where is Nagini?" The jabbering idiot replied

"She has just arrived my lord." Emanating from the ajar door was a wheezing cough followed by a comment leaking malevolence.

"How goes the plan Wormtail." Frank nestled closer and further into the wall sticking out his good ear to try and hear properly.

"My lord, if you require a body sooner, then perhaps using Potter is the wrong route. He is too guarded my lord." Bryce had heard of 4 people now and with the manner they were talking of them 3 of them were in the room.

"Milk Nagini, Wormtail." Quiet scurrying was heard across the floor

"Yes my lord."

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'Perhaps the boy could not be used - the old man will most certainly be watching out for him. And I don't want a showdown anytime soon.'

"Wormtail call Barty and tell him to pull out of his position as professor at Hogwarts. I will require feeding - the journey was long and tiring."

Frank pushed his back even more against the wall and tilted his head to get a better view of the inside room. A mouse-like man milked a snake and fed the milk to a frail old cloth that seemed to emanate evil intentions. "I will require a week milord, to gather another subject." The large man squeaked out.

"NO, use the auror."

"Yes milord..." The fat man cowered away. The raspy voice spoke again

"It will be after the World Cup - security is too tight for otherwise. The ministry will be on lockdown..."

Frank scuffled back along the corridor - trying to get to the front door - his overly large cane snagged on the skirting board sending him sprawling across the dusty floor.

"My lord, Nagini has seen a Muggle on the floor. Listening!" A bone scraping chuckle was heard before...

"Hopefully it isn't one of my old family members!" He half joked his voice hurting the war veteran Bryce's ears.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Bryce's life ended as he realised the man who had just killed him, had also killed his family in this house! He was the riddle boy he had see-...

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Bursting out of bed, sweat pooling around him, Harry panted heavily as he remembered Voldemort's perspective of the old man's death. No remorse from him wishing for the man to die with all his might. Harry rolled (well more of slipped) out of bed upon his sweat.

"Bloody hell." He muttered scrambling - putting together a piece of paper and a pen - knocking over the items on his desk as he did so. His vague scribbles filled the void of noise in the perfect house in the perfect neighbourhood. His note read:

Dumbledore,

I have just had another vision, Voldemort kills an old caretaker in a old looking manor? He has Malfoy (Lucius) with him.. He's planning something - they mention that I am not needed and that they are going to use the Auror...

Barty? Is pulling out of his professor position at Hogwarts? I'm guessing he was your latest Dada professor? Hopefully we can discuss this further.

All the best, HP.