Disclaimer: OK, you really should know by now that nothing but Bryn belongs to me.

Chapter 2 - R.A.B.: The next morning, the four were eating breakfast in a small restaurant near the inn where they'd stayed, discussing their options.

"I say that we have to figure out who this R.A.B. is before we do anything else. We can't go for the snake, and we have no leads on the cup or whatever the other Horcrux is," Hermione stated.

"She's right," Bryn pointed out. "But I don't think R.A.B. is going to be some famous wizard. He or she was probably a Death Eater, because they referred to Voldemort" - Ron flinched - "as the Dark Lord."

Harry frowned. "But if R.A.B. was just some random Death Eater, how are we going to track him or her down?" They all looked at each other, lost for ideas.

"Hang on," Ron said slowly. "The Horcrux we're talking about is the locket, right?" Harry nodded. "Well, where have we seen a big, fancy locket before, one that we couldn't open?" Bryn and Harry both looked blank; Hermione, on the other hand, gasped.

"Oh, my God! Ron, you're right!"

"Um, did I miss something?" Harry said.

Hermione suddenly looked worried. "Well... summer before last, when we were at Grimmauld Place -"

"What's Grimmauld Place?" Bryn wanted to know.

"Your grandparents' house," Harry said shortly. "It's where the Order is headquartered. Technically it's mine, since Sirius left it to me." Bryn would have wondered why she didn't get it, but then, her father hadn't known where she was to put her in a will.

Harry looked at Hermione and Ron. "Now what are you two on about?" he snapped.

"The locket, mate," Ron said. "The one we found while we were cleaning, that no one could open."

"Except that it's likely Mundungus Fletcher sold it," Hermione said ruefully.

"Who?" Bryn was beginning to think she needed a guidebook.

"He's a member of the Order, but he's in jail for impersonating an Inferius." Bryn raised an eyebrow at Harry's words. This guy sounded like an idiot.

"One thing though," Bryn remarked. "If that's the Horcrux, who was R.A.B.?"

Harry answered her. "Regulus Black. Sirius' little brother. I don't know his middle name, but it all fits. He was a Death Eater, a locket that is likely to be the Horcrux was in the place where he lived."

"Wow. But how are we going to find out who this guy sold it to?"

"I'm the 'Boy-Who-Lived. It sucks, but maybe I can take advantage of it to get in to see Dung, find out who he sold it to."

"But Harry," Hermione began, "Azkaban..."

"The dementors are gone," Harry countered. "It's the best lead we've got."

At another table, a man sat and listened to the teens' plan. They were on the right track as of now, and he would be ready to step in when and if they needed help.

A/N: Yeah, they figured out the R.A.B. mystery too easily, but I needed a catalyst for their quest, and this seemed to be the best one. R&R!