A dark cloud shrouded the Black Manor, it was impossible to escape. It seeped under all the doors, and flooded the rooms. It was thick and murky, heavy and without mercy. The occupants of the great Manor could feel it everywhere. From the backyard with a small grove of different trees and a pond, to the kitchen that resided under the ground floor for the house elves. From the massive attic that was strewn with priceless artifacts and heirlooms, to the front greeting room with the floo connection and front door. It was in the last room that the Riddle and Malfoy families appear in, out of the floo. Tom Riddle appeared first with his son Hartford clutched to his side, he hadn’t wanted to risk Harry disappearing again, the second his feet hit the ground he removed the glamour he had placed on while he had collected his son from Hogwarts. His wife Cassiopeia appeared next with their daughter Hermione, both women had tears rolling down their cheeks, they held each other for support. Lucius Malfoy appeared next, he was the epitome of the perfect pureblood Lord. His expression stoic and cold, much like Tom’s, but their eyes gave them away. One silver and one red. But both drowning in sorrow. Lucius’ wife Narcissa was the last to step through, their own son Draco glued to her side. The children had not left their parent's side since receiving the news. Narcissa and Cassiopeia looked around their old family home in shared pain.