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Chapter 1

You turn on a spindle. You are so much looser now but you're not explaining how you gained
such new repose.

Like in court, when the members of public would rise in honour of the judge before them, the Death Eaters rose one by one as the clock clad figure swept past them in a hurry. A fat lump of a man trailed behind him, waddling as he walked. Each at a time, the men and women kneeled down it their rightful places, beneath the Lord they honoured.

'You may stand, my followers.' The towering Lord muttered in his hiss of a voice.

In a group, they rose, instantly abiding their master's command.

'I have called this meeting to discuss some pressing matters with you, my family.' He continued, stroking the top of Bellatrix's head lovingly. 'And of course, this pressing matter has very much to do with Harry Potter.'

'Have you finally gotten a hold of him, milord?' Fenrir growled anxiously.

'No, I haven't. I've come to let you know that we will be lying low for a while.'

'Lying low?' Aymcus inquired.

'Yes, we will be lying low until I say otherwise. Don't bring any attention to yourselves and keep to quieter places. Until I give the word, you can relax.'

'And what will you be doing, Master?' Severus asked, as many of the Death Eaters began to walk away. At the sound of Snape's question, they all stopped and turned to face their master, the same look of hunger and curiosity upon their faces.

'There same thing that you will be doing, Severus.' He stated simply, folding his arms over his chest.

'But…why?' Severus continued. Many of his fellow followers stared at him, as though asking how he even dared to ask such a question.

The Dark Lord stared at him for a moment before he spoke, considering the pale fellow before him. 'I shouldn't have to tell you why I do things, Severus. You must trust my judgement. I know why I do things, and I know that good will come out of it. You are dismissed. All of you.'

Severus hovered back for a moment after the others had all left, but with a look from his Lord, he neglected any plans to ask more questions. He too left the pale, creature of a man to his solitude.

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Panting, with cold sweat shimmering upon his forehead, Harry sat upright in his bed, tossing his bed sheets aside. The pulsing pain in his forehead was beginning to fade, but it could still feel the throbbing there. He traced his pale, shaking fingertips across the scar embedded in his skin and sighed, leaning back against the headboard.

''Arry?' A groan erupted from the bed across from his.

'Hmm?' he asked, looking over at the red-head who was now staring intently as him.

'Nightmare?' Ron Weasley asked, lifting his head up from his pillow.

'You could say that.' Harry answered vaguely.

'Anything important?' Ron grumbled thickly through a yawn.

'Naw, not really. Same old, sa-'but halfway through his sentence, he glanced over and saw that the other boy had fallen back to sleep. Harry rolled his eyes and lay back down underneath his blankets.

The dream didn't worry him, although it felt as real as all the other ones had, but sleep was refusing to come to him again. He willed its drowsy wave to drown him, but nothing came and he was left staring at the asbestos ceiling over his head.

He felt revolted at himself for feeling the same curiosity that Snape had felt. He wanted to know why Voldemort was lying low for the time being, he wanted to know what had happened to make him change his way of going at things. But these questions, he thought, would have to wait until morning because he found that his head was still pounding painfully at him. Closing his eyes, he turned to bury the side of his face into the down of his pillow, looking out the attic window.

Tonight was not the night to have his sleep punctured by nightmares. It was night where he needed his sleep, for soon, he would have to start looking for the missing horcruxes.

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'Are you going out today, Harry?' Ginny asked of him over breakfast. 'You know, to start looking for those Horcruxes?'

His mouth thickly filled with porridge, he nodded in answer to her question. They were the only two people awake and downstairs, everyone else having taken the chance to sleep in.

'You need any…help?' she then asked of him.

Harry swallowed his food and took his time to reply. 'The only help I need is the help that I can't get, Ginny. I don't even know where to start.'

'You need Dumbledore, you mean.' Ginny said, taking a guess.

'Yes, I do. But I can't exactly get his help, can I?' Harry replied shortly.

'I know that. Which is why I was going to say, you could use all the help you can get, right?' Harry thought for a moment, then nodded 'Exactly. So, Ron, Hermione and I will be coming with you. And Luna might as well, seeing as she'll be spending most of the summer here, anyway.'

'Look, Ginny: I said I needed help, I didn't mean I needed a hundred people trying to give me ideas.' Harry told her.

'We're four people, Harry, not a hundred.'

'I can count, I was just making a point.' He said, staring at her.

'And I'm just trying to make my point clear to you. We're going to help you.' She stated clearly.

Harry thought it best not to argue with her, seeing as he always lost anyway. He shovelled another mound of porridge into his mouth.

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'You're letting us come?' Hermione asked when she had gotten ready and eaten her breakfast with the rest of the Weasley family.

'Yes, I am.' Harry replied, sitting down on the front stoop to fasten his shoelaces.

'Last time I checked, you wanted to do all of this alone.' Ron said, running a hand through his mess of ginger hair.

'Do you guys want to come or not?' Harry asked, standing up and staring at the three people in front of him.

'Of course we want to come, Harry. We just wanted to know what made you change your mind.' Hermione said on behalf of all of them.

'Ginny!' Mrs. Weasley called from inside the house. 'Luna's arrived.' Within moments, Mrs. Weasley had joined the rest of them outside, Luna Lovegood at her side.

'Hi, Luna.' Ginny grinned a she was joined and embraced by her friend.

'Now, listen here. I've called for Hagrid to go with you lot, just to be safe. There's no way I'd let you all wander around freely. He should be here in a moment or so, so wait here for him and some one tell me when he gets here.' Mrs. Weasley explained to them, the sternness in her voice never quaking.

So, the group of five stood outside the Burrow, anxiously awaiting the arrival of their giant friend.

'Where exactly are we going, Harry?' Hermione asked as they all waited by the fence.

'Godric's Hollow.' Harry answered without looking at her. 'I wanted to go there before we started looking.'

'Sounds good to me.' Ron replied, glancing up as they were suddenly cast into a shadow.

Harry looked up from his view of the ground and squinted to make out the huge, bold shape that was Hagrid.

'Are you lot ready to go?' he asked, gruffly, beaming down on all of them.

As Harry got to his feet, he was swept into a rib-cracking hug until he begged of Hagrid to let him down.

'Yeah, we're ready.' Hermione smiled 'I'll go and let Mrs. Weasley know that we're leaving.' She added, turning to walk back in the direction of the door.

'So, where're we of to first, Harry?' Hagrid asked.

'Godric's Hollow, if you don't mind.' Came his reply.

'It'll be odd to see that place again.' He muttered to himself.

'No kidding.' Harry added, looking down at his feet.

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Author's Note: Okay. So, this chapter made me really angry because it's pretty bad. But I wanted to post something up before I left for Toronto. I promise that alllll my other chapters will be better since I won't be rushed when I write them, and for now, I apologize for this one. –dies-
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