Authers note:
I wanted to thank duj for the great review and pointing out the mistakes! I changed it and I hope it's better now.
Back to the story:
He had been hiding in this house since that dreadful night. He couldn't go back to the Dark Lord since he hadn't called him at all. He hadn't seen any of the other Death eaters yet so he also didn't know how the Dark Lord would take his little stunt. He knew the Dark Lord wanted Dumbledore dead but he also knew that the Dark Lord had wanted to kill Dumbledore himself as a form of statement how powerful he was. Maybe the Dark Lord didn't care about it but it was taking him a long time to call.
Lifting his sleeve he still saw the tattoo that had changed his whole life. It wasn't as clear as he had suspected but still no sign at all that he was being called. He wanted to be called even if the Dark Lord was going to kill him. It would be over then.
The sun was slowly rising slowly above the horizon and the rain had stopped sometime during the night. He hadn't slept again like so many nights. He rose from his chair and slowly went to the hatch in the middle of the room. When he opened it a certain smell hit his large nose and he could smell all the ingredients working. Maybe this one wasn't a total failure.
Down the small wooden stairs he went to the small cold basement where he had set up a small potion lab to work on one of his goals. There were some magic lights hanging in the corners and a small fire below a cauldron gave all the light he needed.
The cauldron was bubbling softly and a purple haze emitted from it. Well that seemed actually quite promising. He took a clean ladle from a rack on the wall and stirred the potion slowly. He had of course no testing person but he did have a piece of werewolf flesh. He ladled some of the potion in a bowl and dropped a piece of the flesh into it. Picking it out again with a knife he put it on the counter.
Waiting for five minutes nothing seemed to happen so he could just as well vanish this potion.
"I'm one of the best potion masters in the world and I probably made pumpkin juice" He let out in a sigh feeling a headache come on
He walked into the storeroom to find some potion for the throbbing pain behind his eyes that probably was all the firewhiskey he had. Finding it he took a large sip and put it back on the shelf. He defiantly needed to make more.
Suddenly he heard a sizzling sound which made him run back to the lab. Had someone found him?