A/N Sooo...I couldn't find the link. But you can find the picture and the official poster on my flickr. (Read the A/N at the end)

And now, it's time for mental-hour when I talk to myself.

Harry: You're not talking to yourself. Mind you, we're here too.

WBTL: No, Harry, you're just in my mind.

Hermione: JK Rowling's mind, actually.

WBTL:...THANK YOU VERY MUCH MS. GRANGER.

Hermione: You're welcome.

Audrey: I think she was being sarcastic 'Mione...

WBTL: Why are you guys acting all buddy-buddy? YOU AREN'T FRIENDS IN MY STORY!

Hermione: Not YET, but-

WBTL: LALALALALA THE READERS CAN'T HEAR YOU LALALA!

Draco:...Why am I in a story where the author is mental...

*Sigh* WBTL does not own anything (except what she's made up herself, of course.)

lol. K I'm done fantasizing.

Here's Chapter 3!

Chapter 3:

Narrator:

Dear Readers,

Ah, terribly sorry about that last chapter's ending. I was running out of parchment and deemed it a good place to stop.

Where was I, again?... Oh, yes! By the way, I'm terribly sorry for that as well. I always seem to daze off at an important moment. A trait I most definitely inherited from my mother. Hmm...

It seems as if I'm terribly sorry for a lot of things. At the same time, really, I'm terribly sorry for being terribly sorry. It's a curious thing: being terribly sorry, requires the ability of forgiveness which has absolutely nothing to do with being terrible so why would being terribly sorry be sorry if they were terrible in forgiveness in the first place?

Oh, look at that! Got off track once again! At this rate, I'll run out of parchment before I can say "wrackspurt!"

Which brings me back to the point of this Narrator's Note.

I ended the last chapter on a terrible note! So to make up for it, I shall continue right where I left off!

Your Narrator and Storyteller,

Daffodil Longbottom;

Chief Editor of the Quibbler;

Daughter of Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom.

Audrey POV:

For anyone who's ever played a muggle sport, must know what it's like to have the "wind knocked out of you."

That was exactly what I felt as I ran out of the room, not wanting to answer the millions of questions that awaited me if I didn't.

Miss Wright? How did you do that?

Miss Wright? Can we do that too?

Miss Wright? Why do you always wear that locket?

Miss Wright?

Miss Wright?

"Miss Wright." said a bored voice. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned slowly, dreading what words may come after my name.

Before me stood none other than Professor Severus Snape.

Ah, good ol' Snape. Sniffles, as I liked to call him as a child in the Malfoy home. I plastered an innocent look on my face and curtsied, mocklingly.

"Yes, Professor?" I teased, resisting the urge to add Sniffles after it. Professor Snape, being Snape as he was, showed no emotion towards my response. Frankly, if he did, I'd have a heart attack.

"Professor Dumblefore wishes to see you." He replied with an even more bored voice. Honestly, I didn't know why he didn't just fall asleep. He was well on his way there.

I then remembered what Snape had just said. Professor Dumbledor wishes to see me...

I'd been regretting hearing that statement since I set foot in the castle.

After all, from all the stories I've heard, it seems that Dumbledore is brilliant. Exceedingly brilliant. So brilliant, that he might be able to see through my mask.

"Umm...well, I have to finish unpacking so how does tomorrow sou-?"

"Now." He said slowly, as if I was an illiterate buffoon who didn't understand anything. I wasn't going to give up trying.

"Honestly, Professor, I'm on a tight schedule what with Hogwarts and my music car-"

"Don't waste my time anymore, child. Go see him now." He interrupted, continuing to give me a blank stare. I grumbled and began walking past him.

"Whatever you say, Sniffles.." I murmured under my breath.

"What did you say?"

"Have a lovely day, Professor."

It was an extremely long and exhausting walk to Dumbledore's office.

I was exhausted long before I had reached the stairs that led up to it, seeing as it was on the other side of the castle.

A large, hideous gargoyle was guarding the entrance and refused to budge and let me pass. I let out a big huff of air and stared at it for a while.

Well, aren't you a pretty thing? I thought, sarcastically. Less than a heartbeat later the gargoyle spun out towards me. I jumped out of surprise and fell down on my bum.

Speak of the devil...I didn't know it had feelings. I quickly got up and dusted myself off, before making my way up the stairs.

"Did you...know..?"

"Did I know that I had just met the most dangerous wizard of all time? Not at all." I raised an eyebrow as the voices bounced off my eardrum. One of them, no doubt, belonged to none other than Albus Dumbledore.

The other, however, I did not recognize. It was quite deep, though, so it must have belonged to a young man around my age.

"You see Harry-"

Ah, hah!

"-I've showed you this memory because-" The sound of wooden stairs creaking cut him off as both he and Harry Potter turned towards me.

A few moments went by of complete utter silence before Dumbledore cleared his voice.

"Ah...Miss Wright. I've been expecting you. Introductions would normally be in order but I believe you know who this is." His eyes twinkled behind his half-moon spectacles as he gestured towards Harry. That was when I looked at him Really looked at him.

For those of you who haven't noticed, you can see another person's entire history just by staring into their eyes. And while staring into Harry Potter's, I felt a hundred different emotions hit me.

I felt a bottomless sadness, no doubt from the loss of close friends and family. I also felt a swirl of love, coming off him in waves, showing that he cared about and did his best to protect everyone he loves. A splash of courage, mixed in with fear, and regret. Oh, and confusion about while the bloody hell I was staring at him.

I blinked a couple of times when I realized I had zoned out, yet again. I offered them both a half-smile.

"Of course. Harry Potter. I've heard stories about you. But I guess that's what you hear every time someone meets you. Audrey Wright." I said nonchalantly, grabbing the edge of my robe and going into a slight curtsey. Courtesy of my aunt's required lessons on elegance from the years past.

Potter offered me a crooked smile as well.

"Er-brilliant. Nice to meet you. I guess I better be going then. Professor?" He turned to look at Dumbledore to which he replied with a nod, thank you for coming, and all those other sugar coated sayings. Once Harry had left, Dumbledore stared me down for a couple of moments. I then immediately straightened my back a bit more, and held my head up slightly higher. I wanted to give off a wave of self-respect and pride.

"You're probably wondering why I called you here in the beginning of term. I must say, your arrival was a bit surprising for me." He said warmly.

"Please take a seat; I shan't hold you too long." He gestured towards a luxurious arm chair in front of his desk. I thanked him and sat down gracefully, crossing my legs in a lady-like fashion.

"Now then, I should inform you that you aren't in any trouble. I just thought it would be nice to get to know such an infamous, respectable young lady such as you." He walked around the room with his arms behind his back as he spoke. I chuckled under my breath.

What did he really want?

"Well, then Professor. I'm full of answers. You need but ask." I replied, as my eyes began wandering around the spacious room.

"Courteous, as always. Actually, I'm a bit baffled at why you arrived at Hogwarts at the start of your sixth year.. I'm sure we must have sent you a letter when you were 11. Oh, by the way, would you like some tea?" He added gestured to a small, flower patterned kettle in the back of his office. I chuckled once again. I'd always heard that the Professor was a bit odd, but he was also quite amusing. I smiled.

"Then let me enlighten you. And why yes, I'd love some tea." I replied graciously, continuing to exercise my many years of schooling in elegance.

The kettle rose immediately along with a small tea cup and flew over to me, powering me a cup of tea. I raised an eyebrow and took it as the kettle flew away. So odd.

"I was living in the muggle world up till now, and I had no idea I was a wizard." It wasn't a complete lie; I just had tweaked it a bit.

"Hmm..and your... family never told you that you were a wizard?"

"You can say muggle, Professor. It's not an insulting word to me. And they were just overly protective and paranoid because of their unfamiliarly about the matter." I replied, sipping my tea and staring at the beautiful golden ring on his desk. It was engraved with a beautiful pattern and had a blood-red jewel, similar to the one on my locket. But it gave off a strange feeling. A feeling of dark magic. I turned to look at the Professor and realized that he had caught me staring at the ring. He smiled.

"Oh, that? It's quite a wondrous tale of how I got hold of that ring. But, every tale has a time to be told. That shall be saved for another time." He explained, waving away the subject. But I was too experienced in the art of secret-keeping to know that he was hiding something. Interesting.

"Ah...well I suppose you're like my dear friend Mr. Potter in that matter. Oh, and I also heard that you play some music. What instruments do you play?" He said, returning to the previous subject. I smiled from ear to ear at the mention of music. Finally, a topic I had some interest in. Dumbledore smiled happily once he had realized I was pleased.

"Piano, Violin, Guitar, Harp, Viola, Saxophone, Drums, and Flute." I listed off the top of my head. The professor raised both of his eyebrows.

"Eight! You seem very gifted in music. I'm sure Professor Cantos will be thrilled to have such a brilliant student." Dumbledore praised as he poured a cup of tea for himself. I smiled at him knowing that he was, indeed, correct. I wasn't going to be modest. I'd worked my bum off to improve musically and I must say that I have perfected every detail in that art.

"Pardon me, Miss Wright, but I can't help but be mesmerized by your locket. Is it a family heirloom?" Dumbledore said casually, attempting to ease that question into the conversation. I smirked.

Well played, Professor. Well played. But you're going to have to try a bit harder that that.

"Oh, this old thing? I actually bought it off of a merchant when I was younger. Nothing that important. I don't remember any other details." I snapped back, but immediately smoothed it over with a warm smile. I had a feeling Dumbledore would ask me about this.

"Oh, well. I can't help but think that it looks familiar." My smile dropped.

Oh, no.

"Actually, now that I look closely, I've seen it somewhere before..."

No, no, no! He can't catch on!

"Do you, by any chance, know a wizard named Gellert Grindelwald?"

I choked on my tea. Dumbledore raised both his eyes and displayed a sly smile on his face.

I slowly lowered my tea cup and stared at the ground; taking in the carpet's every detail. I didn't want to make eye contact with Dumbledore.

"Gellert...Grindelwald? Oh, yes, he's quite famous. I've learned from my previous private lessons of your legendary duel and how you imprisoned him." My voice wavered from time to time but I tried to my best to keep it stable. Dumbledore smiled.

"Yes, but that's not exactly how the story goes. You speak too highly of me." He replied, humbly. I laughed nervously.

"And...that's all you know about him? Nothing else?" Dumbledore interrogated, still trying to force some information out of me.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you Professor, but no. If you excuse me, I need to finish unpacking and began my assignments. If there's anything else..." I replied as I quickly stood up and began walking towards the staircase.

"No, no. I suppose I've held you long enough. You know, it's funny. When he and I were friends, he had a locket that looked exactly like yours." Dumbledore sighed as he followed me to the exit. I turned to face him.

"How strange, Professor. But it must be a coincidence."

"Oh, yes! A coincidence...indeed.."

"Yes...well, if you'll excuse me-" I began as I turned towards the stairs. But I was cut off.

"Watch out!" The Professor yelped as a book on top of the bookcase next to me fell off and was about to hit my head.

Time slowed down in my mind. My reflexes told me to use my locket. But I knew better. I knew Dumbledore was planning this. His final attempt to blow my cover.

Instead, I jumped out of the way of the falling book and looked back at the Professor.

A look of disappoint flashed in his eyes for a mere second before switching for a look of concern.

"I'm terribly sorry, Miss Wright. I had no idea my bookshelf was so unstable. Are you alright?" He asked, his voice filled with concern. I chuckled nervously.

"I'm fine, Professor. It's really nothing. Just a fallen book. A coincidence, right?" I flashed him a cunning smile after adding on that last bit. The Professor masked his look of distress with a smile.

"A coincidence, indeed, Miss Wright."

"Thank you for the tea, Professor."

"Anytime...Miss Wright."

No POV:

Albus Dumbledore let out a large breath of air he'd been holding in once Audrey had left the room. He was feeling a million emotions at once.

Disappointment: that he was terribly wrong. Fear: that he was terribly right and that Audrey was lying for some peculiar reason. Regret: that he put Audrey in harm's way just so he could prove his theory. And Curiousity: What was exactly going on?

Pushing his half-moon spectacles up his nose, Dumbledore walked over to the bookcase and began searching for a particular book. It was an old, ratty one that was falling apart at the seams.

Dumbledore carefully took it off the bookshelf and flipped a couple of pages before stopping on one.

Albus Dumbledore stared at the picture he'd had since him and Gellert took it when they were young men. Frown lines appeared on his forehead as he slowly, as if nothing was wrong, put the book back on the shelf and walked over to the balcony.

Gellert Grindelwald was wearing the exact same necklace with the exact same engraving.

Now, the question was: why was Audrey lying?

No POV:

Many people feared the manor, now. It was always a cold and unwelcoming place, but it had turned into something terrifying. Something monstrous. No doubt because it was home to a monster, now.

Malfoy Manor.

It was so quiet in the manor that every movement of every person could be heard. A snake slithered across the tiled floor and stopped at its master's feet.

It whispered something in the native tongue that only that reptile would understand, if you didn't have the talent.

The master answered the snake in the same exact tongue, before he turned and faced his new guest.

"Crabbe...and for what do I own this pleasure?" He said in his raspy voice. Crabbe, currently staring at his feet, gulped and slowly walked over to him, but stopped at a safe distance.

"M-m-my lord." He stuttered as he bowed awkwardly.

"What is your purpose, Crabbe?" His master replied, his eyes turning into small slits. Crabbe was shaking.

"I have a report...my lord."

"A report of what?"

"Of...Audrey Beatrix..No-Last-Name...my lord." At that point, Tom Riddle-now known as Lord Voldemort-turned to face the speaker.

"Hmmmmm...the... girl? This should be interesting. What of her, Crabbe?" Tom replied.

"Well, she has potions with me...sir..."

"And...?"

"Well, today, Seamus Finnigan-"

"I do not wish to know the details, boy. If something that occurred that concerns me, then please spit it out." Tom Riddle barked, making the poor boy shake even more.

"She-She did magic without a wand...sir."

"So? Many wizards are known to perform simple spells doing such."

"She-she didn't speak sir."

"Normal as well. Is there anything else, Crabbe? Have you just come to waste my time." He was growing impatient.

"N-No my Lord! There's something else."

Lord Voldemort perked up at this and stared him down.

"Yes?"

"She...was wearing that locket when she performed it. She never takes it off. And it wasn't a simple spell. He stopped someone else from moving. That's strange..isn't it sir?"

"Yes...very strange." Tom Riddle squinted his eyes and petted his snake.

"So..it was useful sir?"

"Quiet! I'm thinking.." Crabbe gulped.

"So...Audrey has come to Hogwarts? Hmm...Interesting. Crabbe?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Go fetch Bellatrix. It seems as if the fun has just begun."

Crabbe nodded briefly before running out of the room.

And Tom Riddle turned to his snake and said in her native tongue,

"My dear, Nagini we have a problem. Audrey..Lestrange has been added to our list of problems. She needs to die." He cackled.

"And I know just the student at Hogwarts to do it."

A/N: And Fin! I know this chapter's kind of short, so sorry. I actually have the entire story planned out right now. The Elder Locket will be divided into two parts: one during the half-blood prince; and one during the deathly hallows. I'm not sure if I'll post them as two different stories or not. But, I know part 1 will be about 12 chapters long.

BTW, Professor "Cantos" is the music teacher at Hogwarts in my world. "Cantos" literally translates into "Melody" in Latin.

I made a flickr (I'M ADVANCING MY TECHNOLOGICAL-NESS..EHH...)

But the links won't show up in the story. IDK why but fanfiction won't let me. It's being stewpid.

Check my profile for the links please :)

Thank you for reading. R&R (if you want to) And you know that flames are accepted.

-WBTL

P.S. After all, how can you improve without them? (You thought I forgot that part, didn't you ;) )

NEXT CHAPTER WRITEN & UP ASAP! I PROMISE IT'S GOING TO BE MORE INTERESTING!