Harry had been devastated. After everything that had happened. The manipulative bastard had always said he did what he thought was for the best, but seriously Still Harry could not accept the fact he was dead. It was his fault. He should have known better. He made Dumbledore drink that potion. He should have known better…the locket was a fake and he the note: R.A.B.
Who could that be? There were only a few pureblooded B last names. The only three that came to mind were Bones, Black, and Bell.
The Bones would have never done a thing like that. They were all loyal Hufflepuffs that would never betray the rest of the family and their heritage. Not many knew they were heirs to Helga Hufflepuff AND Godric Gryffindor.
The Bells were a quiet neutral family. Like the Bones, the Bells were loyal to a fault. A bit feisty, but would never join the Dark Lord. The Bells have always been behind the scenes, until Katie. The necklace.
The Blacks were as shady as you can get. There were many Blacks that could have done it, but the initials are R.A.B. unless it stands for something else.
And then it struck him,
"Sirius wasn't an only child. He had a younger brother Regulus. Regulus Apollo Black. He was a good natured boy until he went to Hogwarts and joined Slytherin. He was scared of his parents and everything was pushed onto him when Sirius left. He worshiped James, not like Peter though."
Then it struck him. There was a silver locket at 12 Grimauld Place.If Dung hasn't stolen it yet it should be there still.
Harry was so distracted that he did not notice that he had walked into someone.
"Are you okay?" a familiar voice said.
"I'm fine. Sorry about that"
"Potter?"
"…."