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Chapter 3: Number 12 Grimmauld Place

Hermione didn't want to be left totally alone on their first night at number 12 Grimmauld Place so it was decided that the three of them would sleep on the living room floor. Ron had had rather a large fit of gallantry as they settled down for the night and insisted that Hermione slept on the cushions of the only chair in the room. Hermione placed the cushions on the floor and Ron and Harry set up blankets and pillows by the side of her. The three of them felt secure in each other's presence and were soon fast asleep.

Harry woke earlier than Ron or Hermione the next morning. He headed upstairs, bored of waiting for his friends to wake. He passed his and Ron's old room, and the room Hermione used to share with Ginny and carried on up, going further into the old house than he'd ever gone before. Then he noticed a door with a sign on it that made his heart leap "Sirius Black". He opened the bedroom door and took a look around. He was browsing through his Godfather's possessions when there was a tap on the window. Harry turned to look, his first thought was that it was Hedwig. But walking closer to the window he realised that it certainly wasn't Hedwig, it was an unfamiliar Snowy Owl with slight golden brown tips on all its feathers. It certainly was a magnificent owl. Harry stared out of the window for the owl's owner, but once he was satisfied that there was no one outside, Harry quickly opened the window and let the owl in, closing the window behind him. There was a letter neatly attached to the owl's leg. Harry took the letter of with caution and saw his name written in neat black lettering in handwriting that seemed vaguely familiar. Assured by the fact that he had seen that handwriting somewhere before, he opened the letter.

Harry,

I shall be at the entrance to the cemetery in Godric's Hollow tonight at 10pm. Please meet me there Harry, I can help. It was Dumbledore's plan that I am to help you. Trust Me.

Rachelle Anne Bleaker

Harry had never been more confused that he was right now. Who was Rachelle Bleaker? Why did the name Bleaker sound so familiar? How on earth did he know her handwriting? Rachelle's owl started to hoot at the closed window, Harry opened it letting the owl fly off into the distance. He slammed the window shut and made his way downstairs as quickly as his legs could carry him.

"Ron! Hermione! Wake up!" Harry called out once he'd reached the living room.

Neither Ron nor Hermione were impressed at being woken up so suddenly but Harry didn't care. Thrusting the letter into Ron's hand he began to tell the story of how he came to get it.

"Bleaker's a Death Eater name Harry!" Ron exclaimed once he'd finished reading. "They were the Death Eaters that completely disappeared when you-know-who did years ago."

So that's where Harry had heard the name before, but it still made no more sense to him. What was a Death Eater writing to him for? Worse still, how did he recognise the handwriting of a Death Eater?

"Rachelle Anne Bleaker!" Hermione shrieked. "R.A.B! The locket!"

Harry pulled the locket that he was still wearing out from underneath his clothes and took out the small severely creased letter within it. The handwriting on both letters was identical. They had found their mysterious R.A.B.

Harry insisted that he was going to meet Rachelle that night, but persuading Ron and Hermione that it was a good idea was proving to be a difficult task.

"A Death Eater is summoning you to the place you-know-who first tried to kill you and your not in the least bit suspicious?" Ron made a vain attempt to make Harry see sense.

Harry kept on telling him that Rachelle destroyed the Horcrux, that she couldn't be a true Death Eater. Harry knew deep down that this wasn't a trap, he couldn't explain it, couldn't understand it himself; but he knew that Rachelle was out to help him and he wasn't prepared to turn down any offer of help.

It was five minutes to ten o'clock and Ron and Hermione had finally caved into Harry. Grabbing his invisibility cloak from Sirius' room (which he had now claimed as his own) Harry felt that he was ready to go. The three of them stood on the top step just outside the door; Harry threw his invisibility cloak around the three of them. They all crouched down to prevent their ankles and feet from showing.

"Ready?" Hermione asked.

Ron and Harry both said yes and Hermione, being the best of them at apparition, turned on the spot taking the other two to Godric Hollow via side-apparition.

They arrived down the street from the graveyard's entrance. Even though he was having to walk crouched down with his knees bent Harry couldn't help but try and make the other two walk faster. Being back in his first home town felt like Christmas had come early to Harry. He'd always wanted to return and now he was finally home again. They walked down the narrow street as fast as they could manage. They saw no one along the way until the cemetery entrance came into view.

Harry, seeing her first came to an abrupt halt.

"Mum?" He questioned childishly.

Ron and Hermione soon understood what he meant. Standing at the graveyards entrance, with a slender figure and long dark auburn hair stood someone who, at the very least, was the exact image of Lily Potter.