Viktor stared into the blazing fire, flickering in the fireplace. He was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet, a look of fear on his weathered face. It was official; He Who Must Not Be Named was back. After all this time, the Wizarding community was in danger.

He crumpled up the newspaper in his hand, the cold paper crinkling like dust under his fingers. He scowled as he threw the newspaper into the now dying fire. He stood his back cracking slightly as he rose and look around. Sighing, he went to sleep, thinking of the fight to come.