17 the rising of the fallen (1/2)

After exiting the ministry, he once again asks tom to call the knight bus from him, which he did and eleven Sokcle and a badly shaken stomach later, here he was in front of the dreaded number 4. The first thing that he sees was that the car wasn't here.

'Meh, it will be easier this way.'

Entering the house by the backyard, he immediately goes to the second floor. Opening the door of the second chamber, he quickly transmutes the desk and the bed in a block of wood and metal before taking the door while he was at it. The second piece he visits was Dudley's bedroom. The toys where deconstructed and melt in the pre-existing block, the desk follow the same fate as well as the bed. The snacks and money throw-in his bag.

Exiting the bare room he then went for Vernon safe, money and document, desk, everything vanishes and transform. The clothes and pieces of furniture of the couple bedroom returning to a state of blank fabric while pigment appears in powder state inside a large glass bottle obtain by the transmutation of the collection of alcoholic beverages that have been emptied in the flower bed of Petunia have well as glasses.

In order to take place, he even transmutes the bookshelf and opens his trunk. After the bedroom was the bathroom before he returns on the first floor and continues his raid. The only thing he didn't touch was the fridge and its content. After two and a half-hour of labor, the house has been cleaned. The only things left where the structure of the house, the electric installation, the plumbing, windows and a half stocked fridge. His own item pouch was bursting to the seems, only the fact that he was able to transmute everything and save space allows him to do so. With his bag resting on his shoulder, he activates the portkey on his wrist, vanishing only a few minutes before the Dursley's return from the bank where they where information that all accounts have been frozen until the discovered money they have stolen from their nephew was recover. What they don't know was that few days letters, incriminating documents concerning Vernon shady business with Grunning funds would see him sacked and facing justice to compensate them.

The first thing that I see after my shameful and heavily landing was green. All around greenery, a large hill on open land, a mountain range a few miles away, a large patch of a forest not too far, Hogwarts castle rising proudly over the glittering black ... lake...

”What the fuck?! Why are we that near Hogwarts?!”

-Hum, buddy?-

”What?”

-You remember that it's Evans'hall, right?-

”Yes, so what, that doesn't explain why I not even ten miles away for the fucking Bumbles!”

-You do remember that you also a member of Slytherin descendant right?-

”Yes of course... Oh? OH! I get it!”

-Yeah, I think he must have built his house here, either it had been renamed or...-

”Or it at been construct here after the two families join through marriage.”

-Yes, I think so. It doesn't matter, the land is unplottable, meaning, no one can enter of found it. Seeing that nothing has been done to the house while still this near to the castle means that even Dumbles didn't know of it. You better take hold of the wards rapidly.-

Following the advice, he turns to face the said propriety. Contrary to one would think, it wasn't a manor like most of the existing pureblood residence. The place seems to be like a fortification. All he can see for the moment was the smooth dark grey rock wall that seems at least 90 feet tall. At each corner, a small tower of a third of the wall high stood proudly without any apparent damage. The clobbered way he was standing on lead to two closed metallic doors.

Making his way toward them he put his left hand on the left door, feeling the invading magic course through him before the door moves freely with the simplest push. The instant he enters inside the wall, the propriety was finally in sight. The enclosure proper seems to run on more than a mile long, forming a square, protected by thick walls of stone.

When he was thinking of the land he inherits he surely wasn't thinking to found what was in front of him. the propriety wasn't a single building but more like a small village. First of all, the quasi totality of the ground was covered by a still perfect layer of smothered clobbered blue-grey stones. On each of his sides, simple wooden houses similar in size to the one of the Dursley, only that they don't possess a second story. Thankfully for his sanity, those see to be perfectly constructed, not those shop in the Alley. For what he could see, those houses stood in neatly and each with a patch of land, covering a good part of the territory.

Before he could make a second step a little pop was heard.

'Don't tell me...'

-When you think of it it's logic. The sheer size of the settlement couldn't be maintained without a working force.-

”Whoses hes intruding ancestral place of Evans! Bilby not allow's!”

In front of him stood an aged house-elf with what would be a sick condition for humans. His skin had a veiny grey tone cover by a tea towel.

”Are you a Hogwarts house-elf?”