Ok, so this is in a different perspective. I hope you like it!

Christopher glanced nervously around his home while Carson dug through a pile of books in the corner. The house was a mess; chairs were toppled over in their hurry, the cabinets in the kitchen were flung open, potion ingredients littered the floor, and half of their belongings were missing from their rooms. Each boy held a satchel, and Carson was still stuffing things into it.
“We can’t stay here.” Christopher repeated for the billionth time. “We have to go. Now.”
“I know, I know.” Carson repeated in a strained tone.
“Do you have everything?”
“I think so.” Carson looked once more over the living room.
“Good. Now let’s go before anyone from the Ministry shows up.” Christopher stated hurriedly.

Ten minutes after they had left, a small pop was heard from the edge of the front yard. Mr. Smith and three other men walked cautiously towards the front door, which was hanging precariously on one of its hinges.
“I doubt they’re here.” Said a tall and aged man, stating the obvious.
Reyes shot a look at his uncle. A look that meant Should we go in?
Mr. Smith nodded. His wand was held tightly in his hand as he jumped up the porch steps and walked through the doorway.
“It looks like a tornado went through here.” Reyes said, coming up behind him.
“It does.” Said Mr. Smith absentmindedly. He looked around at the mess on the floor.
“Where do you think they are?” asked the same man that had spoken earlier.
“Run off.” said Mr. Smith. “Too cowardly to stay here.”
Reyes had left his uncle’s side to look around the house. He came across the kitchen, where pots were strewn across the floor. The staircase wasn’t far off, and after a few minutes he decided to venture upstairs.
Carson’s and Christopher’s room were almost identical. Slytherin posters and flags decorated the walls, and a few photos were in frames on nightstands and dressers. He only glanced at these, then continued his search. Mr. David’s room was no different. Like his sons, he had a Slytherin quidditch flag plastered to the far wall. The bed looked like it hand’t been slept in for days, and half of the clothes were hanging out of the dresser’s drawers.
He descended the steps and came across Mr. Smith.
“Anything?” he asked quietly.
“No.” replied Reyes. “You can go look though. I might have missed something.”
He nodded solemnly then went up the stairs as he continued to look around downstairs. Finally, he came across the door to the basement.
“Lumos.” Even though it was day out, he couldn’t see two feet down the stairs in front of him. He carefully descended the stone steps.
He’d come across Coralie’s room, which looked the same as it always had. The small bed was in the corner, and the table that served as a dresser was in the same spot; A mirror was leaning against the wall and a hairbrush laid on it’s side on the table. Other than those few items, the bedroom was empty.
“Such a shame, huh?” asked the old man as he came up behind Reyes. Together their light made a wide circle of yellow, causing shadows in all the nooks and crannies, making the room look more dismal than it usually did.
“I met her too.” Said Reyes. “She’s so nice. No one should go through what she had to. Squib or wizard.”
A subtle nod passed over the man’s face.
“We should get back to the Ministry.” he said at last. “And tell them that they’re not here.”

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