"I don’t want any of your kind here! Leave before I call the police, I tell you freaks!" he screamed at them. "Stupify!" screamed McGonagall as she pointed her wand at the abnormally large man. He froze and fell to the floor so hard that it felt like they had just experienced a minor earthquake. "I don’t like bullies," she said. After that, they both decided to search different parts of the house to find Potter, for when they now had Vernon on the floor, the house was quiet as a mouse. Suspiciously quiet. While searching the ground floor, Snape picked up on some unusual things. For example, the living room was decorated with pictures of their family, all dressed in different, quirky clothing. What was lacking in all of those photos was Potter. While looking at the twentieth photograph, he reckoned he hadn’t seen Harry in any of them at all. The house was also freakishly clean, like nobody lived there, or simply like no one was allowed to live . "There’s nobody here!" could be heard from the second floor, and Snape stepped back into the hallway to meet up with the other professor. "Maybe he’s not here; we should head back and have a talk with Dumbloedor," she said, but Snape didn’t agree. "He’s here," he was sure of it. When they both stood still for a moment to actually take in the house, that’s when he heard it. A small knock, almost like someone made it. He looked at McGonagall, who had, too, heard the faint sound. "Surely it can't be-" "It is," he answered shortly. "Potter, if you’re here, you have to help us find you." Snape said loudly in a voice almost too far away from his own that he would’ve thought someone did the imperius curse on him. They both stood still, as still as if they'd been glued to the floor, with bound arms and legs.