“It makes me feel better, doing something,” Lily admitted. “And, I… I want to avenge their deaths. I won’t stop until I do.”
“How do you plan on doing that?”
“I don’t know,” she sighed. “But I will. Or I’ll die trying.”

 

The Invisibility Cloak… the fabled Elder Wand… and, lastly, the Resurrection stone: The one that had most captivated him, and had evaded him longest.
 

“The hard times are over. The enemies are defeated. The Order of the Phoenix is all but destroyed. They have no rallying point now that their false-savior, the boy, is dead. No hope. No chance.”
 

“Voldemort grew up in an orphanage. The building is in ruins now, but I think if were to go there… you might find something. It certainly couldn’t hurt.”
 
 
 

“Do you know why the Dark Lord targeted your family and Harry in particular?”
Lily nodded bleakly. “There was a prophecy.” Her voice was flat. She ran her hands through her hair. “Listen, I don’t want to talk about this…”
“I have to tell you!” Severus blurted. “I can’t stand it anymore.”
 

In the bottom of the basin, clearly visible through the liquid, was a locket. Salazar Slytherin’s locket… one of the Horcruxes.
 

“Well, I was thinking,” Sirius began in a conspiratorially low voice, “we can’t very well find a person who speaks Parseltongue to open the locket for us, right?”

Lily frowned in disappointment. “Yeah, that’s the problem.”

“But we don’t have to use a person…”
 

“Now we’ve got to figure out how to break into Gringotts. I don’t know if anyone’s done that and lived to tell the tale.”
 

“For the past few months, we have been on a special… mission. And now we need your help.”
 

“Severus wasn’t the only one who knew about your Horcruxes. And the cup and Nagini aren’t the only ones that have been destroyed. We’ve got all of them. The diadem, the locket, the ring and the diary. They’re all gone. You’re a mortal man once more. There’s nothing to keep you from dying when I strike.”