Forever your eyes will hold the memory

Dust lay, undistrubed. Peacefully placed on the musky floors that was once known as The Black Family house hold, yet that was about to be disrupted by the presence of a young girl entering the once undistrubed house hold. Gracefully, coming to a halt the young witch's eyes began to gander around the familar features of the manner with her facial expression softening and sadness becoming clearly painted onto her face.

"Hello." She called, without a doubt knowing she wouldn't get a response, yet she still asked away having the slightest hope. Signing, closing her eyes and infrustration. She questioned her movitives After all that had happened, why did I come back: especially to that monster.[i] Yet just about as her thoughts where about to wander, they were disrupted by the presence of another being in the room. "Hello." She called once more, as she grasped her wand into her palm.

Henry quiet made his way down the halls, his blood burning through his veins. In reality, it was the blood of a defenseless mud-blood, who he had claimed as his familiar. Even though it was against everything the Ministry stood for, he couldn't help but to tempt himself in what he could never fully have. He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, inhaling the air to figure out where he needed to go. The blood in his veins decided which why he went, where he went, and how he got there. Henry inhaled deeply once more before letting his eyes snap open and running down the hallways, trying to search for what he obviously needed. Seconds later he stopped, hearing the voice that was drenched in honey.

He stood as close to the wall, his eyes keeping on her. He watched her as she walked, only to stop and reach for her own wand. Henry knew if he wanted, he could turn the lights off in the hallway and do whatever he wanted with her but he prefer the hunt, the chasing down, and the fear in the person's eyes as they realized what was going to happen. He smirked to himself, hands braced for his own wand if needed.

Phoenix flinched, the similarity of the current situation was too familar to her and once again was filled with the feeling of uncertainty as she had accepted the fact of not knowing why she had allowed herself to return the mannor, but without heisitation she continued with awe.

Not much had changed, well disreguarding the dust and the lack of cleansliness of the house hold. Everything was in it's place, but Phoenix knew despite everything that had occur here. On that faithful night, the memories where still clearly painted on the walls as her eyes glanced onto the marks. Sighing deeply, she paste herself as she embraced her wand tigher and continued down the corridor of the manner.

(Oh sorry, I've not been on in so long. It's all different and I didnt know I had too, but I've just done it, Thanks for telling me Stephy :} )