UNFINDABLE MANSION

Somewhere, Not so far away from Hogwarts

In a darken room sparely lighted with several candles sat Lord Vodemort in his armchair waiting for his breakfast. He had been living at this place since his mysterious disapearance, according to the wizarding newspapers. But instead of dead he had lived all the time here in a huge mansion which was protected from wizarding attention by nearly uncountable dark spells. And still they hadn't found him here. They just assumed he disapeared because he handn't done any shocking actions for a long time..Even most of his followers were not sure about his existance.

But no, It would be to easy to think that he was just vanished, He just acted out of safety after killing most of the Potter who were left. There were to much wizards lurking for his blood so he had desided to hide so he would have enough times to make new plans.

Wormtail had helped him to safespell the empty manor since the lord would not risk his safety by using his wand. The animagus made the perfect servant. He was to stupid to tell anyone of his Lords existance, he was powerful enough to cast strong spells, he gathered information on the order, while hanging around the Burrow, and he collected old newspapers to bring to his Lord, so he would be up to date.

Now the lovely rat of the Weasleys is dead. at least they believe he is. Wormtail had hunted down another rat, killed it, got it a few polijuce potions so it had his form and led it on a place where the Weasleys would find their poor pet soon enought to bury it in time so that it wont change back. After done this deed Wormtail joind his master in the unfindable mansion.

"Hmm," Lord Voldemort sighted "The rat is probably more intelligent then he look".

"My Lord, May I serve you breakfast?" the voice of Wormtail came from behind the dore. "Come in" said Lord Voldemort. Wormtail walked into the room, then put a servingplate containing Voldemorts breakfast and todays Daily Prophet on the table near his master, and fel to one knee. "Enough!" said the Dark Lord gesturing towards the doro. "I'll call you later. Dismissed." Wormtail fastly walked at the dore, fell to one knee, got up and left the room

Voldemort, as always read trough the newspaper while eating his breakfast. It was essential that he'd know what's going on in the wizarding society. Suddenly his eye felt on a little ad in the Owlpal collumn. He never looked at the little collumn at the third page, but something drawed his atention.

"I'm looking for an open minded Owlpal (M 18+) who has knowledge or is interested in censured topics. He must not mind to owl anonymously and must have no further intentions than conversing via owl-mail.
If your interested in becomming my Owlpal send your letter to GoldFeather. Your owl knows where to find me."

"Hmmm, Interesting ad" The Dark Lord commented to himself. "I could probably use some anonymous amusement these days."

Facing the fact that he are imprissoned within his own mansion, he considered writing the myeterious GoldFeather back. "Something is strange about this person" he thought while he read the ad over. "Wormtail, get me a quill and a parchment!" The Dark Lord ordered. Immediatly Warmtail opened the dore to the room of his master, kneeled and handed the requested items to his master. "Dismissed." Voldemord said, while bending over the parchment. He thought for a while then wrote:

Hello GoldFeather,

I saw your litle advertisement in the Prophet, and thought, well, I could probably be the one your looking for. I am, - as I say myself more open minded than most people, and cencureship doesn't keep me away from researching such subjects. I can come up with several reasons why you might want to write anonymously, however, I will not list them all because I'd agree with it. Some things may turn out bad when your name is stated under it, I think you know what i mean.

Also, you must know that I will never try to uncover your identity towards any third party. and that I am not intended to find out with whom i'm writing. However, I might be able to find out your identity purely based on the things you write to me, and you may find out mine too the same way, and others may findout too if they find our correspondence. I then would suggest we keep our conversation as secretive as possible.

Hopefully you write me back to at least let me know wheater you will or will not owl with me.

-Eternal