Harshing lowered his broom to the ground and motioned for Kiley to do the same. Today would be the turning point for wizarding history. They had agreed to meet the Grand Sentinus for a pre-war talk. They waited in the misty wreckage of the Riddle House for something much worse than anyone that ever owned the old house. Compared to Sentinus, Voldemort was a fairy.

Waiting, waiting. And the silence droned on.