Some time around 1994 before he found a way to restore himself to full strength, I know that my father used the house as a resting place. He was not there when I went there but I know that he was supported by his servants Peter Pettigrew aka Wormtail and Barty Crouch Junior. I don’t know how many different people visited him at the Riddle House. It was never somewhere that I thought a nice place.

The rest after that is, as they say, history. But I like to think that some of the good that was done has outweighed the bad. It was never meant for magical people and never wanted them. Some people say that you can get a bad feeling about a place. It’s true but it isn’t for the reason they think. It’s because deep down the house is rejecting them. The house could not stand to be around them. It had a sixth sense.