All was silent in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The bustling activity that normally permeated its ancient halls had screeched to a grinding halt, with the exception of one lone figure skulking through the night, taking every possible precaution to avoid being seen. Slowly, he made his way to the third floor and, after peering intently into the shadows from which he had just emerged, entered the mysterious chamber.
"The time grows short Avery, you were told to bring it before the next full moon" whispered the man in a low menacing hiss, a sibilant sound that spoke of malice and arrogance in every breath. The young man named Avery began to sweat, fear radiating from every pore; "Marvolo, there was no way, Borgin's anti-theft charms would have ignited the moment I set foot on Knockturn Alley." Avery's voice had turned urgent now "Please, my Lord give me another chance. Please…" The young man called Marvolo sneered and looked down at Avery, prostrated on the ground before him and with a lazy flick of his wand, sent Avery flying into the wall with such terrifying force, that he was knocked out cold, a small trickle of blood escaping his lips. "See that you don't Avery, I'd hate to have another unconfirmed murder at Hogwarts," he sneered and walked out into the night.