The house had two floors, but the ceilings were very low, barely over two meters high. Most people would not hit their heads, but it still felt terribly cramped.
The first floor contained a dining room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. There was no sitting room; that was probably upstairs.
The dining room held only a moss-covered stone table. There were no chairs or kitchen utensils; someone had probably taken them. But remembering the sinister chill that had spilled out when they opened the door, Tris doubted things had ended well for whoever had taken them.
Finding nothing on the first floor, they went upstairs.
It was more an attic than a second floor, but it had still been divided into three rooms. They were even narrower and more cramped than the rooms downstairs, with barely enough space for anything besides a bed.
Only two of the three rooms contained beds. The third held nothing but junk so rotten that they could no longer tell what it had once been.
"This doesn't look like somewhere you could hide anything?" Sirius said uncertainly after rummaging around and finding nothing worthwhile. He looked at Harry as he spoke.
They did not know why Harry and Tris could sense Horcruxes, but right now, they could only rely on them.
"It's not here!" Harry rubbed his forehead. His lightning-shaped scar itched slightly, though he knew that was probably just his imagination. Before learning that the Locket was Voldemort's Horcrux, he had examined it up close without ever experiencing anything like this.
"The feeling doesn't seem as strong upstairs as it did downstairs."
"I feel the same as Harry." Tris nodded along, though he was actually talking out of his ass. After absorbing the powdered fragments of Voldemort's soul, his sensitivity to Horcruxes had grown