A/N: I do not own any Harry Potter characters, things, places, etc.
This is an old story (before HBP) of mine that I've rewritten. It takes place in Harry's 6th year. I have tried to add as much information about Horocruxes as I can. However its not perfect and therefore the story isn't Canon. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Thanks!
Chapter One
It was a rainy day out in the English countryside. There was almost no life at all above ground due to the cold liquid that fell from the grey sky. The only sign of any activity came with the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind. But this was no ordinary breeze that came through; no there was something strange, something peculiar, and something magical about it. As some dry leaves blew down a beaten dirt path covered by a canopy of dead tree branches; there came a loud crack-like that of a whip against stone. Two bodies cloaked in black robes appeared out of thin air. The bodies were of two men, well actually one was a man, and the other was still a boy. As the boy stood up he let go an empty soda can. When it hit the ground it was the only sound heard for kilometers. The older man looked around as he brushed himself off and his greasy black hair out of his pale face.
"Leave it to a Weasley to get you a kilometer of course," he said "I guess we'll have to walk the rest of the way. Hurry up Potter, we don't have much time." The man started to walk into the dead forest brush on the north side of the path.
"Professor Snape, can't we just take the road?" the boy asked. Snape just kept walking, forcing his way through the decaying tree limbs.
"No Potter. I'm doing you a favor, and we don't want to be seen remember?" he snapped.
"I'd feel better if I knew what that favor was," Potter mumbled under his breath, but he reluctantly followed suit.
After about an hour Snape stopped at the edge of a small town. At the far cornor there appeared to be the ruins of a nearly burned down cabin.
"This, Harry, is where your parents lived," said Snape, his eyes gazing over the site, "This is Godric's Hallow." All Harry could do was stare at the rubble as he ran toward the cabin. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't find the right words to say. About at that instant Snape shoved him to the ground.
"Don't move and be quiet," he ordered. Two dark figures entered the clearing from where the road came in. Harry automatically knew that it was Lord Voldemort from the searing pain that came from his lighting bolt scar. With him must have been one of his faithful death eaters.
"My lord, don't you think that's a little drastic?" asked the Death Eater. Voldemort continued to walk over the cabin ruins. Once he stopped at the center he bent down and picked up a little red cloth.
"Not at all; They want to leave me, so they will all lose what has become most precious to them during these past sixteen years," Voldemort explained calmly.
"But my Lord...all of them? Even those who are not involved?" the Death Eater inquired.
"It will teach them all a very valuable lesson," he removed a piece of the fabric to revile a small bottle, "Just where I thought it would be."
"I'll get started on all the arrangements," said the Death Eater, and then apparated away.
"Yes, you do that," said Voldemort, his eyes not moving from the bottle. A second later he apparated out of sight.
"What was that all about?" Harry asked after a few minutes.
"I'm not sure, but we must get back and inform the others. I hope its not what I fear, for we may no longer have the upper hand," with that Snape got up and headed back to where they came.