Remy turned to look at the dark passage way behind her. Her mind was screaming not to go in there but she had to be brave and face her fears. She couldn't look like a coward in front of her friends.
"Wish me luck," she gulped.
"Good luck" Harry and teddy chorused in one voice.
She flashed them a large fake grin and took a deep breath.
"Bye, see ya in a minute." she nervously muttered.
And with that she flicked on the torch and nervously started making her way along the passage way.
The light from the torch shone the dusty broken ornaments lying on the rickety old tables which were scattered along the damp musty passage way. The light was throwing dancing sinister shaped shadows along the paper walls. Remy supposed the walls must have been pink once upon a time but now it has faded to an ugly sort of sludge brown.
There was a distinct odor of something rotten in the air and Remy could hear the sounds of something scurrying along the floorboards as she made her way along the passage.
"Come on Black. " she thought to herself as she continued along the narrow passage.
" If you can manage uncle Remus when we pull a prank around "his furry little problem" you can manage anything, now come on." she encouraged herself.
Meanwhile outside, Harry and teddy were waiting for Remy. Harry decided to take a good look at the house.
It was a very large, very Victorian and VERY broken down.
It's windows were boarded up and what once must have been a very large and beautiful garden was now overgrown and infected with weeds.
Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a flash of white. He looked over there and his heart gave him painful pinch.
There in the middle of the garden was a small statue of a little girl. It was covered in jasmines and lilies.
He painfully remembered his little sister jasmine "jazzy" potter. She had died of cancer when he was 7 years old and his mum who had given up her life to save him from being murdered by Voldermort when he was just a toddler and jazzy a few days old.