In the northern part of the Scandinavian Peninsula, waves stirred up by the frigid seawater slammed heavily against the reefs. On the edge of a desolate island stood a dilapidated shack, reeking strongly of rotting seaweed inside. By the flickering light of the room's only candle, Igor Karkaroff was carefully reading a creased copy of the Daily Prophet, which featured a photograph of the collapsed ruins of Brockdale Bridge.
Ever since the Dark Mark on his left arm had grown increasingly distinct last year, Karkaroff had known that Voldemort had returned.
This terrible news had kept Karkaroff living in constant terror for the past year. He was terrified that Death Eaters would hunt him down, and that Voldemort might appear outside his door at any moment.
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