"Don't look so down in the dumps, Prongslet," Sirius said to his godson. "You're going to be a father!"

Harry winced. It had been two days since Daphne had broken the news to him that their protection they had used…well wasn't all that protective. The news had obviously shocked him. He had woken to his friends standing over him back at the Manor.

Sirius shoved a small glass his way across the table. "Drink that," he declared.

"What is it?" Harry asked picking it up to smell it. It reminded him of cinnamon. Actually, it smell exactly like cinnamon. Some sort of relaxer?

"You'll see. Drink it," he said again. He also had a glass of similar size across from him. It was filled with the same liquid.

Harry hesitated for a sec before he picked it up and slammed it back. He quickly divulged into a coughing fit. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?"

Sirius grinned as he put back his shot. "T hat's a little whiskey that one of my mates in Canada hooked me up with. Called it Fireball. Muggles love it apparently."

"Sirius, it's nine am," Harry said moving over to the sink and drinking water directly from the faucet.

Sirius shrugged. "And my nephew just got the news that he is going to be a father. I should've given it to you the second I heard."

"Come on Harry," Sirius said getting up and patting the boy on the back. "You're going to be a father! Doesn't that excite you in the slightest?"

"Not how I would've planned it honestly," Harry replied sighing. "I would've waited till after Hogwarts." Sirus laughed at his godson. "What's so funny?"

"Harry," Sirius said shaking his head. "You can't plan for these things sometimes. You think I planned on having a son that I didn't know about that was also raised by a psychopath? Life doesn't care about these things. That baby is coming no matter what."

He raised an eyebrow. "It is coming, isn't it?"

"Yes!" Harry said quickly shooting that line of talk down immediately. Other people's situations were their own and he supported all that, but he and Daphne didn't want that. At least he knew he didn't.

Sirius put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I know this isn't the perfect situation lad, but it is a beautiful thing. You're creating a life. The happiest I ever saw old James was the day that you were born. I had never seen a smile so wide on his face."

"You're going to be a great father Harry," Sirius promised.

"Thanks Sirius," Harry said giving his godfather a small smile. "There's only one thing that I'm worried about now though: telling Daniel and Jane."

"That's unfortunately something I can't help you with," Sirius said. "I'm not your godfather for that. I'm simply an observer."

"You're going to be there with me?" Harry said hopefully.

"Harry, you're going to tell the man who might be our Minister of Magic that you got his daughter pregnant. I wouldn't miss that for the world."

"Gee thanks," Harry grunted and was about to call Sirius an arse when off in the distance a bell rang. "What's that?"

"Who's at the door?" Sirius called out to the air.

"Albus Dumbldore," a voice rang out from nowhere.

"Approved," Sirius replied. Seconds later, in came the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

He looked…tired. Dumbledore appeared as if he hadn't slept in days. The bags under his eyes were so heavy that they looked as if they would fall right under the weight.

"Good morning gentlemen," the older wizard said.

"Albus," Sirius said nodding his head at the man.

"Headmaster," Harry replied.

"I would like to apologize for my absence from your training as of late Harry. I have been unfortunately preoccupied."

"It's alright," Harry replied even though it wasn't. Harry would have PTSD from the training that Moody had been putting him and his friends through. "Moody has been very kind."

"I find that hard to believe," Dumbledore said with a soft laugh. "I know that he might work you harder than you have ever been pushed in your life, but it will all be worth it in the end."

"I also feel congratulations are in order," he continued with that twinkle in his eye. "To you and Miss Greengrass."

Harry groaned. How had the Headmaster found out so quickly?

"Don't worry my boy, you can in fact trust all your friends," Dumbledore said noticing what was probably going through the boys head at the moment. "I meant it when I said that Mood was the best man to train you. However, he does take his job very seriously. He was hiding nearby ready to ambush your group as you went back to the manor. After hearing the news, he wisely decided you had taken enough punishment for the day."

"Marvelous," Harry sighed. Who else would find out about this? He would rather die than put his unborn child in danger.

"There's enough charms in this house to repel anyone from attacking," Sirius said. "People have been trying for ages to get inside and do the Black family harm and everyone of them has failed. Nobody is touching that child."

"This is a surprise though Albus," he said looking over at Dumbledore. "I don't believe you're here though to just congratulate my nephew?"

"You are quite right," Dumbledore nodded and turned to Harry. "Harry how would you feel about coming with me to take care of a task."

"What would that task be sir?" Harry asked.

"I believe that I have located a Horcrux of Voldemort's," Dumbledore said.

Now the man had Harry's attention. "Seriously?" Harry perched up in his seat. This was something he could do. Take one piece of Voldemort at a time until there was nothing left to hurt his family. "When can we leave?"

"Wouldn't you like to know where it is located?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow clearly amused at the young man's enthusiasm.

"Where is it?"

"Just outside Little Hangleton. I believe you are familiar with the area?"

"Yeah," Harry said his expression darkening. "I am." The site of Voldemort's return. He had seen the place in his nightmares numerous times since that night.

"We aren't going to the house or the graveyard even. Rather we are going to a home just outside town. I believe that the item that we seek is there."

"But you're not one hundred percent certain?" Sirius asked.

"No one is ever one hundred percent certain these days but yes I am quite certain," Dumbledore held out a hand to Harry. "What do you say Harry?"

"Let's go!" Harry said immediately and looked to Sirius. "Can you tell Daphne that I've gone?"

"If she asks yes," Sirius nodded. "Just be careful lad that's all I ask."

Harry nodded at his Godfather and then turned back to Dumbledore. "Let's not waste another second."

Dumbledore took ahold of Harry's hand and with a small crack they were gone.

Joseph waited in the back alley of Knockturn Alley for his contact. This was dangerous. Where the fuck was Nott? He was supposed to meet Joseph and get him to the new safehouse. From the wanted posters that he had seen hanging the man was now a fugitive. Would Nott send someone in his stead? Joseph needed to get back to the Dark Lord and deliver the new recruits.

It had been a fruitful voyage to the continent. He and Macnair had helped to swell their ranks. They had dozens of new devoted soldiers for their cause. Currently they were kept in the safehouse in Berlin till they could move them to the island. Macnair had stayed with them while Duffy had gone ahead. Someone had to keep them in line. The last thing they needed was one of the mainlanders blowing their cover and putting them all at risk.

"Where the fuck is this bastard?" Duffy muttered.

"Pshhhh," a voice whispered behind him. His wand was in his hands seconds later and pointed at the voice. It belonged to a man covered head to toe in black so you couldn't see his face. "Joseph?"

"Wormtail?" he lowered his wand. "What the hell took you so long?"

"Do you know how hard it is to move now without being noticed," Wormtail grunted. "Damn Aurors are everywhere. We need to move."

"So, let's go rat," Duffy said and put a hand on Wormtail who glared at the Irishman but in moments they were gone with a silent crack.

They reappeared in front of two massive gates. The walls surrounding them were covered in moss. "Where are we?" Duffy asked. He didn't recognize this manor. It couldn't have belonged to one of the many purebloods in their ranks.

"In the countryside just north of Glasgow," Wormtail answered. "This used to belong to a Muggle family. They won't have much need of it anymore."

Now that Joseph thought about it, he doubted the Ministry would search this place. It was a Muggle residence after all and had no connection to any of his fellows. If charms were placed around the area, which he had no doubt the Dark Lord had seen to, this manor would make a fine base.

The gates came open and out stepped Yuri. "Joseph good to see you," the bear nodded at the man.

"Yuri," Duffy nodded.

"I trust your visit to the continent vas successful?"

"It was. It's only a matter of time before we move against the Ministry."

"Excellent," Yuri nodded. "I believe the Dark Lord vould like to see you."

"Lead the way Wormtail," Duffy said.

"I vouldn't," Yuri chuckled as Wormtail went ahead towards the manor. "He might end up the basement again."

"What's in the basement?" Duffy asked.

"One of the Muggles who used to live here," Wormtail answered with a lecherous smile as they approached the main home. It was quite expansive not unlike the Malfoy's manor. "She's a nice ride if I do say so myself."

"You'd lower yourself to a Muggle, Wormtail?" Duffy shook his head in disgust. "Have you no shame?"

"Don't act so high and mighty with me Duffy," Wormtail spat. "I hear you tried to take that Granger girl in Hogsmeade."

"She's a Mudblood at least. Not that far removed from the worms but enough so that she's worth a good shag," Duffy shrugged as they entered the manor.

The entrance was massive. There was a grand staircase that led to the upper portions of the house. Everywhere wizards and witches were ambling around. Just waiting for the command from their master.

"There," Wormtail pointed to two double doors to the left of the entrance. "The Dark Lord will receive you there."

Duffy nodded. "You're dismissed Wormtail. Go to your Muggle whore."

"I intend to," Wormtail grinned as Duffy pushed open the doors.

There was their Lord at the end of the room. It was clearly meant for entertainment. In the middle of it was a long table that filled up half the room. Many of the Dark Lord's lieutenants were sitting at the table with Bellatrix taking the seat at the end on the right. Sitting at the head was the Dark Lord himself. "Ahh Duffy you return," his Master beckoned him forward. "What news?"

"Master," Joseph bowed deeply to the man. "The mission to the continent was a resounding success. Macnair and I have recruited over fifty new men and women to our cause."

The table nodded their approval. Fifty new Death Eaters put their numbers to almost two hundred. That also didn't include the werewolves and giants that had already joined their ranks.

"Very good Joseph. Very good," Voldemort nodded. "Have these recruits brought to England at once. They will be initiated quickly." His new servants from the continent would serve him well. Unless one of the Aurors had done work overseas then they wouldn't be able to recognize them. "I have another task for you."

"Say it and it will be done My Lord," Joseph bowed.

"Your son Jonathan."

"What about him?" Duffy asked confused. The boy was a blood traitor and would be treated as such. He was no son of Joseph's.

"I want him to serve our cause. He would be a good addition."

"Master?" Joseph blinked. "The boy sullies the very essence of what it means to have Pure-Blood. He has thrown in with Potter and his swine. He has even taken a Mudblood as a-"

"I know he is close to Potter, Duffy! That is why I want the boy!" Voldemort hissed. "I need someone close to Potter. If your son joins our ranks, then we will have someone to help us reign Potter in."

"It won't be easy My Lord. The boy is completely devoted to Potter. I suspect the Granger girl has something to do with it."

"Then get rid of Granger," he said simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Without her influence, I presume that Potter's influence on your son will wane. Kill the Mudblood and we are one step closer to Potter."

"If you so command My Lord then it will be done."

Joseph didn't know how he was going to get to the Granger girl. Obviously, Draco and Krum had failed their mission of killing the girl in the first place.

"And if that fails then make an offer to the boy. Tell him that we shall spare the girl's life in exchange for his loyalty. 'Young love' will win the day." The Death Eaters scattered around the table joined together in a collective laugh.

"Yes, my Lord," Joseph bowed and took a seat at the table.

"My friends," Voldemort declared rising to his feet. "Our time is close. We will soon have the numbers to take the Ministry and make it ours. And then: we will take our world back from the blood traitors that have desecrated it. We will show our Pure-Blood might. First England and then the world!"

The entire table roared in approval.

Voldemort smirked. Soon all his planning would come to fruition. No one would stop him this time.

Not even Potter.

"Duffy," Yuri called out to the man. "A vord." It was approaching nighttime. Whatever meeting the Irishman had been in that day had let out. The elite of the Death Eaters made their way to their own lodging in the manor. The rest of the men and women would have to fend for themselves. It wouldn't matter. One of the perks of being a wizard was that you could transfigure a bed out of most anything.

"What is it, Yuri?" Duffy asked a bit annoyed. He was very tired from his journey and all he wanted right now was to go to bed.

"Ve need to talk," Yuri grunted to the man. "Follow me."

Duffy sighed but followed his old comrade. He respected the man that much at least.

Yuri led them into an empty room. It looked like a servant's kitchen. "What is it?" Duffy asked.

"I haf been vronged," Yuri grunted.

"Oh?" Duffy raised an eyebrow. "By who?"

"That bitch Lestrange."

Duffy burst out laughed. "Vhat is so funny?" Yuri demanded.

"If Bellatrix has wronged you my friend, then it is best to let it slide. You don't want to get on that woman's bad side."

"I am not scared of Bellatrix Lestrange," Yuri growled.

"Then you are an idiot," Duffy shook his head. "The woman scares the shit out of me. Do I look like I scare easily Yuri?"

"I don't care. I vill kill that voman. If it is the last thing I do, she vill die at my hand. Vill you help me?"

"No," Duffy said simply. "I am not trying to risk my position for your personal vendetta. At the same time, I won't give you away. If you feel you can take Bellatrix, then by all means kill her." The death of Bella would only serve him. It would create a vacuum of power that would be filled by him or Barty. He didn't intend to come out the loser.

"You desert me my friend," Yuri shook his head. "After all the blood ve haf shed together, there is no loyalty?"

"There is, that's why I'm not telling anyone about your scheming." Duffy patted the man on the shoulder. "Good hunting Yuri."

Duffy moved past the man and Yuri glared after him. Bastard! He had been sure that Joseph would've been on his side. Without him, Yuri had no one. Which meant he would have to proceed alone. Not even Wormtail was likely to support him, not that he would accept the man's help in the first place. Yuri wasn't that desperate.

He didn't care about getting justice for the fallen in the Ministry. They could all rot in hell. The bitch had left him to die and for that she would pay.

He was going to enjoy destroying her. "Soon Bellatrix Lestrange," he muttered to himself. "You vill meet your doom."

The house on the edge of the village lay abandoned. If you could even call it a house. A shack was the more correct term for it.

The villagers hadn't gone near it in decades ever since the Gaunt family had left. They had been a queer bunch never interacting with the people of the village. They hadn't been surprised when that Morfin Gaunt had gone and killed the entire Riddle family in their own home. Why he had done it no one ever knew. Some said that he had a disagreement with the young son Tom. Others said that he was simply trying to rob the place in the middle of the night when the Riddles had awoken. Morfin had been a horrible person to look at. His hair that had fallen to his shoulders looked like it hadn't been cut in years. The man had looked as if he hadn't bathed in the same amount of time. He had disappeared for three years and then one day had suddenly returned. Nobody had known where he went and quite frankly, they didn't care. He mostly kept to himself and left them be.

The shack itself had fallen into a state of disrepair. Moss was seeping out of the holes in the woodwork and the windows had been broken ages ago. Inside the house…well no one ever went inside the house.

It was a beautiful day outside. The squirrels and rabbits were undisturbed as usual. Humans rarely came out this way anymore. That's when the calm was shattered by a loud crack. The animals scattered as two people appeared outside the home. One was a boy that couldn't have been any older than fourteen and the other was a man that looked ancient.

"Where are we Headmaster?" Harry asked looking around. The building in front of them looked like had been abandoned for many years.

"This is the home of the Gaunt Family," Dumbledore replied.

"I don't believe I know them sir." Harry said honestly. He had been studying the wizarding families a bit and had never come across any mention of the Gaunt's.

"That doesn't surprise me," Dumbledore replied. "The last member of the family died in Azkaban last year. Morfin Gaunt, brother to Merope who was the wife of Tom Riddle Sr."

"Riddle…it's Voldemort's family, isn't it?" Harry looked at the shack in a whole different light now. For all he knew this was where Voldemort had grown up.

"Yes…and no. If the Gaunt's had known of Tom existence before he framed Morfin for murder, they would've most likely killed him. He was the son of a Muggle after all. They saw him as a half-breed."

"He framed his uncle for murder?" Harry asked.

"Officially no. The Ministry wouldn't investigate the matter any further. They simply looked at the man's past record and pronounced him guilty of murdering the Riddle Family. After a conversation with the man, I found that not to be the case."

"Before Tom murdered his father and his family, he came here. Apparently, he wanted to speak to Morfin. He wanted to learn the history behind his mother's side of the family."

"And you think one of his Horcrux's is here?" Harry asked.

"I do. I believe that it is his family ring," Dumbledore said. "After a further inspecting of my past memories I noticed that he was quite fond of it in his days at Hogwarts."

"I do believe that we should take care in this place Harry. Even now I can feel the Dark energy radiating from it," Dumbledore said and Harry nodded. "That should work to our advantage. The stronger the pull, the closer we must be getting to our goal." With a flick of Dumbledore's wand the door to the shack came open. It didn't come open more than it fell off its hinges. "Take care that you don't touch anything you don't need to touch. It might bring the house down around our ears."

They stepped into the home and Harry was instantly hit with a musty smell. The broken windows had done an okay job of airing the home out, but the smell of inside the house had largely been kept caged inside.

"Wands out Harry," Dumbledore warned. "It wouldn't surprise me if Tom left behind traps for those who would come looking."

"Lumos," both wizards said after Harry drew his wand. The area around illuminated itself. It looked as if a tornado had come through. Furniture was turned over and broken in places, silverware lay on the floor. Someone had obviously been offended at the very existence of the place and had made it their mission to partially destroy it.

Harry felt the pull. It reminded him all too much of the darkness that he had felt inside himself only months before hand. Yes. A piece of Voldemort's soul was here alright.

"It looks like it's just this one room Headmaster," Harry said looking around.

"Looks can be deceiving," Dumbledore said and knelt. "Reveal your secrets." he tapped the floor a small wave of light spread from the area he had touched. It expanded till it had gone over the entire room from top to bottom. Most of the room at least. It had skipped over a piece of floorboard just a few feet from them. "Stay behind me Harry," Dumbledore said as he slowly approached the floorboard in question.

On first glance nothing seemed to be out of place with the floorboard. It looked like any other of its like in the home. But with a wave of Dumbledore's wand the piece of wood came right off. Harry couldn't tell but there looked to be something in the space. "Lumos Maxima." Dumbledore's wand flashed revealing a small chest just below them. "I do believe that we have found what we came here for Harry," Dumbledore said and slowly lifted the chest out of the space.

"Maybe we should take this somewhere else sir," Harry said looking around. He didn't like being in this shack. He wished they could just burn it to the ground when they left.

"Quite right Harry," Dumbledore nodded and put a hand out. "If you'll take my arm again."

Harry did so and with a short crack they were gone. They reappeared this time in the Headmaster's office.

"Now," Dumbledore said setting the chest down unto his desk. "The next question is how to best proceed."

"You think he might've put a trap on it sir?" Harry asked looking at the chest warily.

"I have no doubt that he has but what kind? That's the real question," Dumbledore said and approached the chest. "I want you to stay back Harry. I don't wish for you to be hurt."

Kind of late for that but okay. "Yes Headmaster," Harry said instead.

The chest had a small lock on it. An Alohomora charm did nothing against it. "Hmmm… Bombarda." Dumbledore flicked his wand and the lock exploded sending the chest flying open. Inside the chest was a small ring. It looked like a small snake and had a strange symbol emblazed on the ring itself.

"Sir what is that symbol?" For some reason it looked familiar to him although he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"That Harry, is the Deathly Hallows," Dumbledore replied as he gazed upon the ring. "A story for another time."

"Headmaster what are you doing?" Harry saw the man's hand reach out towards the ring as if to pick it up. He didn't get a response. "Headmaster?" he said again taking a step forward and put a hand on the older man's shoulder.

This seemed to jar him out of whatever trance he had been in. "Pardon Harry did you say something?"

"You looked as if you were about to put the ring on," Harry pointed out.

"Yes…yes I was."

Dumbledore shook his head to clear his senses. "In hindsight that wouldn't have been a good idea, would it? I've no doubt that it might've killed me on the spot if I had done so. We should be able to destroy it while keeping it right where it is. But how is the question. I doubt that any regular spell would work on it."

That didn't surprise Harry. If a simple fire could destroy this thing, then it wouldn't have done a good job at keeping its owner alive. "What do you suggest?"

"You said you used a basilisk fang to destroy Tom Riddle's diary?" Dumbledore asked and Harry nodded. "Interesting."

"You think it might work as well?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore nodded. "Basilisk Venom is one of the most dangerous substances in the world. There are very few things that can stand up against it."

"Are you suggesting we use it sir?" Harry asked. "We'll have a tough time of getting down to the Chamber. I can't speak Parsletounge anymore." he had tried a few times and it hadn't worked once. He would miss the gift but wouldn't miss the piece of Voldemort's soul that had given it to him.

"There is no need," Dumbledore responded. "We have everything that we require." He walked over to his wall of knick knacks and retrieved something from the top shelf.

"The Sword of Gryffindor?" Harry asked. He remembered it. He had killed the Basilisk with it after all. "But the venom would have worn off by now, wouldn't it?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "You don't seem to understand Harry. This sword is Goblin made. It can never be dulled, it will never collect dust and it will only take in things that will make it stronger. Such as-"

"Basilisk Venom," Harry finished. "So, we use the sword to destroy the ring."

"I believe I will do the honors Harry," Dumbledore said returning to his place by the chest. "I don't wish for you to get hurt."

He sighed heavily and brought the sword behind his head ready to strike but it didn't fall.

"Sir?" Harry asked. Even from here he could feel the pull of the ring. It must be trying to save itself. "You have to fight Headmaster."

The sword began to shake in Dumbledore's hands as he still refused to swing it. "Ariana," Harry thought he heard the man said. "Don't."

"Headmaster!" Harry yelled and the sword finally came down upon the ring. As if on que a massive cloud of darkness exploded from the ring and covered the entire room in shadows. This lasted a couple seconds before the room regained its brightness. "Professor Dumbledore?"

The sword dropped to the ground as the man slowly turned around. "Forgive me Harry. The pull of the ring was too much to resist. I am getting old. Almost too old for this. But we must keep pushing."

Now Harry realized why the man had looked so tired when he first seen him that. It was like he had lived an entire life in just the last hour alone.

Harry nodded but hoped he didn't show his worry. If a powerful wizard like Dumbledore could barely resist the Horcrux's how could Harry do so? "I believe I could use a drink." Dumbledore continued. "And I don't mean Pumpkin Juice."

Harry smiled. "I think Sirius will be grateful for the drinking companions."

"So, you destroyed it?" Sirius asked sipping on that cinnamon whiskey.

Dumbledore nodded as he did the same. Harry was sipping on a glass of water. He really didn't want to get pissed right now. "I will admit, I was almost unable to do so. These items are quite strong. They can be very persuasive."

"We'll get them all. We must," Sirius said. "Are you okay Harry?"

Harry nodded. "It was…strange feeling that much energy radiating from something so small. What I felt inside of me was almost nothing."

"That's because the fragment of Voldemort's soul that was inside of you wasn't a full Horcrux," Dumbledore explained. "He didn't mean to create it that night. What you felt today was the force of Voldemort's soul trying to influence you. I'm afraid that you must get used to it because you will face it again."

Harry nodded. "Where are the other pieces? Have we found anymore?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "No, I'm afraid we haven't but we have destroyed two of them already, three of them if we include the piece that was in yourself. I do believe that we have five remaining?"

"Five?" Sirius asked. "Why do you say that?"

"Tom was and is a very superstitious man. He believed in things like the power of the number seven. I personally believe that he meant for there to be six Horcrux's and wanted seven fragments of his soul, including the one in himself. So, all we have to do is destroy the remaining Horcrux's and then destroy the soul inside of Tom or kill him. Whatever works."

"It's that easy," Sirius grumbled. "These things can literally be anything. How are we supposed to find them?"

"I do agree with you that they can be any sort of object, but I don't believe so." Dumbledore replied. "These are items are mean something of note to Tom. We must search his life and find out what we can."

Harry nodded. "Do you think he might have hidden some of them in Hogwarts?"

"I believe so," Dumbledore nodded. "It was his home. It wouldn't surprise me if we found one or two of them."

"We should leave immediately then," Harry said getting up. "We need to search the castle."

"Calm yourself Harry," Dumbledore said. "I will order the staff to investigate the castle from top to bottom. If I may ask to borrow your map as well, I think it will be put to good use."

"My map sir?" Harry said his face reddening. Dumbledore knew about the Marauder's Map?

"Come on Harry," Dumbledore sighed and shook his head. "Do you really think I would've let James Potter and Mr. Black here create a map of the castle without my knowledge?"

He looked to Sirius who blushed. "I have eyes and ears everywhere in the castle I'm afraid. And you boys also could've been a bit more discreet."

"That wasn't our forte," Sirius shrugged.

"I'll go grab the map right now sir," Harry said.

"I will walk with you," Dumbledore said getting up. "After I collect the map, I must be on my way."

"Do you think we'll find them all before the school year?" Harry asked as they went up the stairs.

"While I hope I am wrong, I highly doubt I,." Dumbledore sighed. "The only reason that we stumbled upon the ring is a stroke of luck. I am hoping by the end of summer that we can at least locate and destroy whatever Horcrux's, Voldemort managed to place inside the castle walls."

Harry nodded. They knew how to destroy them now which meant that they were one step closer to ending Voldemort forever. "It's just in here," Harry said as they finally came to his room. He pushed it open, and his jaw dropped to the floor.

"Hey love," Daphne said as she put took her bra off to throw into the laundry basket and then her face went instantly white when saw who was with the father of her child.

"G-Good afternoon Miss Greengrass." Dumbledore blushed. "It is good to see you…although so much of you."

"H-H-Headmaster," she sputtered and forced a blanket around her.

"I will await you downstairs Harry," Dumbledore said quickly removing himself from the situation.

"What the hell Harry," Daphne hissed as her boyfriend shut the door behind him. "Why didn't you tell me Dumbledore was here?"

"Because we just got back," he replied not able to stop looking at her.

"Bloody hell," she rolled her eyes. "You've seen me like this for weeks now and you're still amazed?"

"Sorry that you're beautiful, my love" he replied.

She blushed. "Where did you get back from? Where've you been all morning?"

"We've been hunting," Harry told her what they had found and what they had done with it. By the end she had a glimmer of hope on her face.

"You found a piece of his soul?" She asked and he nodded again. "Are you okay? It didn't do anything to you did it?"

Harry shook his head. "Not me but Dumbledore was affected. It was like he almost didn't want to destroy it."

"It was affecting him that badly?" Daphne asked shocked. Dumbledore was widely regarded as the greatest wizard in the world and even he was having trouble against a Horcrux? That didn't bode for someone like her.

Harry nodded. "We just need to be extra vigilant around these things," he said as he went to his dresser where he kept the Map.

"He really thinks that Voldemort hid some of them in Hogwarts?" Daphne asked. The thought that a piece of the Dark Lord could be in her own common room chilled her to the bone.

"That's why he needs the Map," Harry replied. "He and the other teachers are going to search the school from top to bottom. I best not keep him waiting."

"Y-You don't think he'll tell my parents about our situation do you?" she asked. Harry had told her about Moody discovering their secret when he had told her about the Horcrux

"No," Harry replied. "When we were talking this morning, he would help protect us. He'll leave that to us."

"We have to tell them though Harry," she said reminding him of the conversation they had the previous night. "We have to."

"And we will love, whenever you want," Harry promised. He wasn't looking forward to the conversation but he respected Daniel and Jane enough to be truthful with them.

"But until then," he said in a somber voice. "I have to live with the fact my girlfriend flashed the headmaster." He quickly opened the door and ducked out of the room as Daphne threw a pillow at him.

"Thank you Harry," Dumbledore said once the boy handed him the Map. "And uhm… let Miss Greengrass know that I am terribly sorry for seeing…well her state of undress."

Harry blushed and resisted the urge to groan. "Headmaster, I'll be more than glad to just never mention this again."

"Agreed." Dumbledore said quickly.

Voldemort grimaced in pain. What had that been? It had felt like someone had driven a lance into his heart. He hadn't felt anything like that since he had first met his demise at the hands of Potter all those years ago.

He was the Dark Lord Voldemort. He didn't feel pain. That sensation was foreign to him ever since he had divided his soul.

"My Lord?" Bellatrix said from beside him. "Are you alright?"

"I am fine," Voldemort hissed. He was glad they were the only ones currently in his throne room. "Leave me."

"Are you certain Master?" she asked.

"I have never known you to be someone who needs to hear an order twice Bella," Voldemort warned.

"My Lord," she bowed deeply before quickly making her exit leaving the Dark Lord to his thoughts.

What had this sensation been? It was almost impossible for him to feel pain unless-

No. There was no way. His Horcrux's were safe, he had made sure of it himself. The only one that had been destroyed had been his old diary. He wished that Lucius had lived a bit longer just so he could have tortured him for that moment of stupidity. He should never have trusted that fool with something so important.

No. It had only been a momentary feeling of pain nothing more. An echo of his mortal self.

He couldn't dwell on that right now. He had things to plan such as his assault on Dumbledore and his band. Soon they would all bow at his feet or die.

Soon he would realize his destiny and rule.