He stood before the building with a somber expression, clad in his distinctive dark robes. His eyes, cold as ice, were fixed on the second floor window. The ripples of magic glimmered like a curtain down the brick walls. The Disillusionment Charm could have fooled anyone, but him. Ten years of relentless hunting were coming to an end. The last members of the resistance were finally in his grasp, cornered, there was nowhere else to run. The muggle world was no longer the limit for the Dark Lord’s forces. Not under General Draco Malfoy’s command. His nostrils flared at the thought. He turned to his army with a sneer.