Hermione stepped out of the brougham carriage and observed the dilapidated grand mansion in front of her. It was a lot bigger than the picture in the paper; the vast size of it scared her a little. But this was not just any ordinary house; it was Eel Marsh House without which our story can’t begin.

It was surrounded by trees and bushes, which were stripped of their branches giving the impression of death and decay. The walls were weathered and the paint was peeling to reveal rotting wood beneath it. The roof was missing several tiles, many of which lay in the garden where they had fallen. Some of windows were blackened with dirt and some were cracked. She sensed the house held many secrets behind its crumbled walls and would soon be privy to her, for better or worse. To finish it off, the mansion was enclosed a pair of wrought-iron gates.

Hermione was here because she was answering lawyer Harry Potter’s advertisement in The Daily Prophet for an assistant to help settle the legal affairs of the recently deceased Alice Drablow.

She took a deep breath and turned to her Nana for reassurance, “you’ll be fine,” her Nana spoke in her usual motherly tone.

Hary could hear the sound of feminine voices coming from outside. She was finally here. Standing up from his desk he walked over to the window and took a glance outside. She was just how he imagined her to be, from her golden flaxen hair to her fair complexion.

Hermione gave her last farewell to her Nana before she walked through the foreboding garden and inside the Eel Marsh House where the investigation would begin.