Dumbledore walked around the broken structure of the cottage. He ran his hands along the walls, that’s when a few runes began to glow on the back wall. He looked at runes and tutted. He then used his wand to give a shallow cut on his palm and rubbed the blood onto the wall. The runes glowed momentarily, Dumbledore smiled satisfactorily and stepped in. He looked through the wreckage but found nothing much until he looked at the ground. There he saw it, the shadow of a long forgotten scared geometrical shape. It took him a minute but he recognised it as the flower of life. He sighed, he knew he couldn’t get this lock open.