He landed in a neatly preserved yard with a loud pop. It was empty. He glanced up at the large house in front of him. It was much better kept than he’d ever seen it, posh and bright and well-kempt. The garden was expertly manicured, the lawn neatly trimmed and an abundance of flowers in full bloom. Despite the peaceful atmosphere Harry’s feeling of dread lurked, and when the sound of a scream filtered through the closed doors of the house Harry broke into a run.