Harry Potter stood outside the dingy manor. It was dark, and dirty as hell. Hermione and Ron were still trying to climb over swamp and weeds to catch up to Harry, who stood there, listening for any sound.
“Harry, please, Voldem-” Hermione started, and Ron whimpered. “Ronald! Anyway, Voldemort wouldn’t be here, would he?” Hermione asked, her brown eyes were surrounded by dirt and grime on her face.
“Yeah, why would You-Know-Who decide to come here, if I could take over any manor in the wizarding world, this would not be on my top ten list.” Ron said, and Harry shot them both looks of annoyance.
“Guys, listen, we have to at least look and see if he’s here, if he is, we fight, if he’s not, then we go out merry ways, drinking tea and eating crumpets.” Harry said, his voice rising. The other two shared annoyed glances as Harry climbed forward to the manor. They climbed after him, and finally, they got up to the manor walls. Harry pressed his back to the stone wall, breathing softly.
Ron and Hermione followed suit, looking at one another, and Ron touched Hermione’s hand in reassurance. Hermione looked over at Ron, then Harry, hoping that he didn’t see the small touch of affection, Hermione knew how sensitive Harry was to Hermione’s and Ron’s relationship, it wasn’t his fault, he was just very touchy that the fact that he couldn’t hold a girlfriend for more than a few months.
Harry didn’t seem to notice, as he snuck carefully against the wall, finally reaching the door. He slipped on his invisibility cloak, and the other two put spells on one another. Harry slipped through the door, surprised that there were no guards or spells to keep them out.