Lack of Clues
Wormtail returned from the store to find a large section of the stairway on fire. He shrieked and rushed to find Voldemort, who happened to be standing right there in the foyer, half-hidden by smoke.
"The stairs are burning!" exclaimed Wormtail.
"Yeah," Voldy said.
"Are you going to put it out? We might not have a house soon."
"Oh, right," Voldemort quickly extinguished the conflagration (wow, look at me using big words) with a few waves of his wand.
"Anyhoo, I bought that fingerprint-finding powder stuff," Wormtail told Voldy, taking a box from his shopping bag.
"Oh goody!" Voldemort beamed. "I haven't touched anything in the kitchen yet today."
Half an hour later, the kitchen was a mess. And there were no clues.
"Well," Voldy said, glaring around at the cabinets and various appliances. "I guess the thief might have used magic."
"But they can't get in the house or take anything from inside, right?" Wormtail asked.
"Erm, sure," Voldemort honestly had no idea what enchantments had been placed upon the aging structure.
Wormtail shook his head and started to clean up the room.
Later, they were both in the living room. Wormtail had done a second thorough search of the house, even venturing into the gale outside to look in the yard.
"What should we do?" Voldemort worried. "I fear I won't be able to go much longer without some muffins from that recipe book. And isn't the anniversary of my regeneration coming up?" Voldemort had two 'birthdays'. The day he was born, and the day he got that spooky body of his in that graveyard in the fourth Harry Potter book.
"It is, and I had an idea. We could try dropping in unannounced to all the houses of the Death Eaters," Wormtail suggested.
"Hmm," Voldemort actually though that was a good idea, but it annoyed him when people other than himself had good ideas. After all, he was the master evil genius, wasn't he? Finally he sighed and grudgingly agreed.
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