The cave

           Harrycouldsmellsaltandhearrushingwaves;alight,chillybreezeruffledhishairashelookedoutatmoonlitseaandstar-strewnsky.Hewasstandinguponahighoutcropofdarkrock,waterfoamingandchurningbelowhim.Heglancedoverhisshoulder.Atoweringcliffstoodbehindthem,asheerdrop,blackandfaceless.Afewlargechunksofrock,suchastheoneuponwhichHarryandDumbledorewerestanding,lookedasthoughtheyhadbrokenawayfromtheclifffaceatsomepointinthepast.Itwasableak,harshview,theseaandtherockunrelievedbyanytreeorsweepofgrassorsand.

           "Whatdoyouthink?"askedDumbledore.HemighthavebeenaskingHarry’sopiniononwhetheritwasagoodsiteforapicnic.

           "Theybroughtthekidsfromtheorphanagehere?"askedHarry,whocouldnotimaginealesscozyspotforadaytrip.

           "Nothere,precisely,"saidDumbledore."Thereisavillageofsortsabouthalfwayalongthecliffsbehindus.Ibelievetheorphansweretakenthereforalittleseaairandaviewofthewaves.No,IthinkitwasonlyeverTomRiddleandhisyouthfulvictimswhovisitedthisspot.NoMugglecouldreachthisrockunlesstheywereuncommonlygoodmountaineers,andboatscannotapproachthecliffs,thewatersaroundthemaretoodangerous.IimaginethatRiddleclimbeddown;magicwouldhaveservedbetterthanropes.Andhebroughttwosmallchildrenwithhim,probablyforthepleasureofterrorizingthem.Ithinkthejourneyalonewouldhavedoneit,don’tyou?"

           Harrylookedupatthecliffagainandfeltgoosebumps.