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'When you stripped this house of all the valuables you could find,' Harry began again, 'you took a bunch of stuff from the kitchen cupboard. There was a locket there.' Harry's mouth was suddenly dry; he could sense Ron and Hermione's tension and excitement too. 'What did you do with it?'

'Why?' asked Mundungus. 'Is it valuable?'

'You've still got it!' cried Hermione.

'No, he hasn't,' said Ron shrewdly. 'He's wondering whether he should have asked more money for it '

'More?' said Mundungus. 'That wouldn't have been effing difficult…bleedin' gave it away, di'n'i! No choice.'

'What do you mean?'

'I was selling in Knockturn Alley an' she come up to me an' turns her wand on me 'nd asks where I got the locket from. Cheeky Cow! I mean I weren't going to tell her where I got it, under the circumstances an' all. Woman's a psycho if you ask me. That locket was too much trouble, quite a few commented on it, not like this woman. Turns out she's a death eater! Proudly showed me the mark, rolled up her sleeve in the middle of Knockturn Alley an' all. I threw it at her and apparated on the spot. Weren't going to get into a fight with her was I?'

Harry couldn't get the words out, Hermione then took over Mundungus' interrogation, 'Who was she?'

'Dunno! Kept her hood up didn't she. Liked a few of the portraits as well, noticed they were gone with the locket when I went back…well'

Mundungus was cut off as Hermione gasped, 'Harry! Weren't a few of them portraits of…err, you know…'

Harry realised what Hermione meant. Ron took a bit longer to figure it out. When he did he muttered a hopeless, 'Shit'

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The fire flicked and crackled in the dimly lit room. A woman lay sprawled out on the sofa in the room, her eyes transfixed on the locket that hung off her thin fingers that she dangled above her face.She showed the locket the same attention as she did to its true owner. She smirked as she knew she had done well to please her lord, she couldn't imagine the anger he would of displayed if he had found out where it had been located or where it could of ended up if it wasn't for her intervention. It was true, she had done very well. It was pure luck that she of the lockets situation. She'd been visiting her sister Cissy where she heared a flabbergasted Lucius talking with Draco about the locket he had briefly seen before ; that was now in Knockturn Alley – the locket that was never meant to be found. She knew she was one of the chosen few who knew what it really was, as she had been entrusted to do so with another one of the same kind. The night, in which he had done so replayed in her mind, the way she sat eagerly on the sofa in the presence of her love, the way he lovingly kissed her before confiding his biggest secret in her. All the feelings she felt that night were brought forward in her mind - trusted, recognised, loved and powerful .She would of failed her lord if she had not of acted with the speed she had taken to ensure of the lockets safety.

Now she was in possession of two, she couldn't help but wonder if the item she had been entrusted by her lord with was as safe as she thought. She seriously doubted that it would be, as she knew the locket was hidden by the dark lord himself – and that was found under all the precautions he would have put in place to protect it. She must rethink of the items position.

Now she wanted to know who it was that found out about her master's greatest secret. But it was the fact it was in amongst the Black family possessions that troubled her the most. Who in the family would have wanted to sabotage the dark lord and of known of the secret? None that she knew of came to mind.

But the feeling that outweighed all the questions swimming about in her mind was that she held part of her loves soul in her hands, nothing could ruin that moment. Elation she felt in that moment heightened as she felt her mark burn.

A.N : Reviews? & should I continue?