He flew low over the treeline as he approached the water, eyes snapping along the shoreline as he came up to the point of land. There was nothing there except trees, almost right to the edge of the water. To the average person, it would appear as if nothing was there, but as Draco dropped closer, he knew exactly where a building sat. Nestled amongst the pines, there was an almost perfect square in the middle of the jut of land, the perfect size for a small cabin that did not appear to exist.