A/N: Nothing really to say except enjoy :)

"Neville, what are you doing here?" Ron asked, climbing the steps.

"I have no idea. McGonagall came to my house a few hours ago and had tea with Gran. She told me that I needed to come with her and asked Gran if it was all right. Of course Gran said yes, her and McGonagall go way back. Why are we here and what is this place?"

"Let's get inside," Lupin said, pushing the four inside and shutting the door. He waved his wand and the door turned several different colors from blue to red to black. "They're wards. Just in case someone happens to get by the gate, it will warn us someone is coming."

Harry turned around and found himself in a large foyer. Above him was a large chandelier that's candles were lit. Ahead of him was a large staircase that split in two halfway up, leading to different wings of the house. There were a half a dozen doors that opened off of the foyer.

"Oh, Harry!" came a familiar voice.

As soon as Harry turned to see whose voice it was, red hair filled his face and a plump woman was hugging him.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said.

"Molly, let the boy breathe," Mr. Weasley said, pulling his wife back a bit. "How are you Harry?" he asked, shaking his hand.

"I'm fine."

Harry heard clicking of heels up ahead and saw Ginny. His heart gave a jolt when he saw her. She had gotten a bit taller over the summer and her red hair was longer. She glanced over and saw him. He was about to say hello when she turned on her heel and marched up the steps. Harry was sure he saw tears before she turned to walk up the steps.

Nobody said anything for a moment, but McGonagall's arrival from the door near the steps eased the tension a bit.

"Hello, are you ready to start?" she asked the group. It looked like she had been crying. Her eyes were puffy and she looked thinner, much like the Minister.

"Yeah," they all replied rather grimly.

"Dumbledore was strict in how he wanted his will read. Molly and Arthur, your box is in the kitchen."

They nodded and headed to the door that McGonagall had just came out of.

"Tonks and Lupin, your box is in the parlor."

They took the first door on the left.

"You four, your box is upstairs. It is the fourth door on your right in the study."

They nodded and walked up the stairs. They walked to the door and opened it. Hermione let out a soft gasp behind Harry. The study had many shelves of books and Harry knew that Hermione was itching to get her hands on some of the books in here. There were comfortable looking leather chairs around the room. A roaring fire was going in the grate and in front of it was a small coffee table and a couch. On the table, there was a square wooden box. The four sat in front of it, not knowing what to do. Harry reached down and tried to lift the box lid, but it wouldn't budge.

"How do we open it?" he asked, picking up the box and looking at it on all sides.

"There's a piece of parchment there," Neville pointed out.

Harry saw that underneath the box was a slip of parchment. He sat the box down

and picked it up. It read:

Place your wand in one of the four holes.

Harry looked at the box and, sure enough, there were four holes in the side.

"We have to put our wands here," he said, pointing at the holes.

They placed their wands in each hole. Much like the gate outside, a small green light encircled each wand tip. The box clicked open and Harry lifted the top. Inside was a small Pensieve.

"What do we do?" Hermione asked, pulling the stone basin out of the box.

Suddenly, a silver mist rose from the bowl. Dumbledore materialized in the mist, his eyes twinkling even in the mist. Harry had a twinge of guilt. Most of the summer, he didn't even think about Dumbledore. He was so wrapped up with trying to figure out defense spells and figuring out where the Horcruxes could possibly be.

"Hello," Dumbledore said, looking very serene. "If you are watching this, then I have passed on. Like I told Harry a long time ago, death is just the next great adventure. Anyways, onto what this will was intended for.

"To Neville Longbottom, I grant you full access to Hogwarts private greenhouse. This greenhouse is off limits to students, but as your love of Herbology is so great, I think it is appropriate for you."

"To Ron Weasley, I leave to you and your family my house. I have no other blood relatives alive except my brother Aberforth, and he does not want this house. Also, all the money in my Gringotts vault is yours. The vault number is 294." A cry came from downstairs, presumably from Mrs. Weasley who just heard the same thing they heard. Ron's ears turned red and mumbled a thanks to the mist.

"To Hermione Granger, all the books in this library are yours. They have everything from wizard genealogy to very advanced spells in which I know you would love to get your hands on. Also, you have full permission to use the Restricted Section at Hogwarts, much to the dismay of our lovely librarian. Use this to help Harry on his quest."

"As for you Harry," Harry leaned forward a bit, "I would normally ask the others to leave when I tell you this, but more than likely you will tell your friends afterwards, so I shall save you from wasting your breath. I have a feeling that once I died, you would have no desire to go back to Hogwarts. Please do not do this. You will need more training to defeat Voldemort. You may be wondering why I have asked Mr. Longbottom here also. He will help you on your quest, just trust me on this. You will find out why soon. Also, there is a student who may be able to help you on your quest. Her name is Elinor Goodridge, a Hufflepuff who is a year behind you. She will help you with your future endeavors. I also leave you my Pensieve. You may use it whenever you like. I have many vials of memories I have not shown you and they are all in my cabinet. Watch them carefully, as some of them may lead to the other Horcrux locations. Lastly, trust Professor Snape." Harry's head snapped up. "Whatever quibble you may have had in the past with him, let it go. I have trusted Severus for many years, and will continue to trust him in my death. You will find a memory or two to confirm my trust in him. Also, Mr. Malfoy is not as bad as you may think. He is trying to live up to his father's expectations, but it is hard for him to, as his father is very critical of everything he does. Please remember this. On a closing note, I ask you to have your friends with you every step of the way. One cannot fight a war alone, Harry. Remember this."

The mist that was Dumbledore faded. Harry sat there dumfounded. How could, even in death, Dumbledore still trust Snape? Snape murdered him and he still believed in him! And this girl! Who was she and why did Dumbledore want for him to involve her too? Harry wanted to keep as many people out of this as possible and it seemed like Dumbledore kept piling on more people to help him. Wasn't he an adult now in the wizarding world? And what did Malfoy have to do with all of this? He was an accomplice to Dumbledore's murder and no better off than Snape.

"Harry?" asked Neville tentatively.

"What?" Harry snapped, still a little upset by the will.

"What's a Horcrux?"

Harry filled him in on the whole story. Everything from his visits with Dumbledore to look at various memories to the night when he went to the cave with him to his death. Neville seemed to gasp at the right spots and looked genuinely scared.

"But why does Dumbledore want me on the quest? I am horrible at magic," he said, looking down.

"Neville, don't you dare say that. Ever since D.A. you have gotten better with your spell casting," Hermione said, patting him on the shoulder.

"So where do we go from here?" Ron asked Harry.

"I don't know. We have to start looking with what little time of the summer have left. Maybe McGonagall will let us go to the school to start using the Pensieve."

"What happens when school starts?" Hermione asked.

"Well, we'll have to work between studying and classes. Most likely on the weekends, I guess."

At this moment, the door burst open. McGonagall, who always looked composed, looked like a mess. Her eyes were puffy and red, and her usual stiff posture was anything but that.

"Tell me everything," she croaked. "Tell me everything about the Horcruxes."

"Professor McGonagall, are you all right?" Hermione asked, getting up to help her to a chair.

"He asked me to ask you to tell me everything so tell me. Start at the beginning. I would like to know what was going on in my husband's mind the night he died."