10 December, 2000
The sun hung low in the sky as the rider approached the cottage. He had been riding for several days, avoiding populated areas, keeping to forest paths and abandoned roadways to avoid being seen. All the resources he normally would have used to quicken his pace or hide himself were out of the question, now. The spells and potions that came so easily to him would surely be detected. He wrapped his cloak tighter around himself, his measured breaths pushing cold frost into the colder air.
Severus Snape could not afford to be noticed. He kept on.