Chapter 3:

Normal Pov

"Come on Ron, we've got to make a plan." Harry muttered, and the two of them set off upstairs. Ron jogged quietly behind him, and as the two of them reached the top of the stairs, and they both groaned.

"Hermione, what the heck are you doing?" Harry groaned, seeing her sitting up against one of the doors, her ear pressed tightly against it.

"Shh, I'm trying to listen." She whispered, and Ron strode forward. "Hermione, do you want another fight on your hands? Because that's what's going to happen if they find you eavesdropping!" Ron whispered, but was silenced when Hermione turned around, flipping a glare at him.

"Ron, Harry, please understand that what I'm trying to do is protect us. I don't trust those girls-!"

"But I do." Harry said, and Hermione's mouth flipped open.

"Harry, we've only known them for about thirty six hours. They could be death eaters who forged a letter. Who knows-!"

"Hermione, I'm going to tell you something. We're all going into the door over here, by the way your stationed at the wrong door." Harry drawled, and Hermione sat up, her face glowing pink.

"Fine then, what were you going to tell me?" She asked, and Harry pointed to the door that he knew the girls were stationed in.

"Last night I gave Juliunna the fake horcrux, and the letter inside it. She's probably analyzing it as we speak-!"

"You what?!" Hermione snarled as quietly as she could.

"Hermione, we need all the help we can get-!"

"Aren't we enough? Harry, we cannot trust anyone but ourselves. I think I made myself pretty clear about that-!"

"And I think I made myself pretty clear about this. They are staying. I trust them. So lets go, I want to make a plan." Harry snarled back at her. "And you know what Hermione, if you don't want to corporate with them, you should probably go back home. We'll be in there if you want to behave." He snapped at her, and Hermione looked as if she'd been slapped.

"But… But… Fine! I'll come with you." She glared, tears in her eyes. Ron took a small step towards her, but Harry shook his head no. The two of them walked to the door, and then knocked. Hermione sniffed softly, but Harry made no chance to turn around.

Ginger opened the door and rubbed her neck roughly, staring at the floor as she yawned.

"Come in." She barked, and then walked off to Jules, who was smiling at her computer screen.

"Guys, I want you all to come here. I just made the first important breakthrough in our mystery." Juliunna said, smiling. Everyone crowded at Juliunna's feet, like Kindergarteners around their teacher.

"Okay, lets see. So Harry, the signature at the bottom of that note you found in the fake horcrux was signed with R.A.B. I know who he is." Juliunna said. She closed the laptop and made for the door.

"Where are we going-!"

Bella interrupted Hermione by jetting her face roughly near Hermione's. Hermione squeaked and then made to stand by Ron. Juliunna rounded the corner near where Hermione was currently kneeling next to, and smirked at the large door.

"Regulas Articulas Black, is his name. He's Bella's uncle-!"

"Sirius's brother." Harry frowned. He leaned over and ran a hand over the gold name plate on the door. R.A.B.

"Juliunna, you're a genius." Harry said, and Juliunna smirked. "Thank you Harry."

"So what now?" Ron asked when Hermione nudged him in the gut. "Yes, now we know who wrote the note, but its really not that valuable if we know if he even destroyed the horcrux or not. And what if its not even here?" He said, and Harry rolled his eyes when he noticed that Hermione had been whispering in Ron's ear.

"Its not in the room." Juliunna said, edging her head towards the door.

"Okay, and you know this because," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"Because I went in here earlier. We turned down this whole room. We even decided to check if he hid it in the walls. He didn't." Juliunna said, and then opened the door. Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked in, shocked looks on their faces. Pillow feathers hung to the ceiling, X's were marked on various parts of the walls, there were also large halls that indicated someone had knocked halls into them with a sledgehammer or something.

"Okay, now its not there. What do we do now?" Harry asked, sighing. Juliunna smirked. "Well really Harry, its quite simple actually. I've been talking it over with Bella, and she's given me a lot of insight on our favorite little Black Family House Elf, Kretcher." Juliunna smirked. And Harry laughed.

"Juliunna, ever since I've been here two years ago, when we were trying to clear out the house, Kretcher kept trying to hide a lot of things so we couldn't trash them." Harry said, smiling at the thought.

"And what happens if Kretcher doesn't have the horcrux?" Hermione said, glaring at Juliunna. Jules just smiled.

"Well if he doesn't… We're at square one again."

"Kretcher!" Bella screamed, and then there was a loud pop. "Mistress Bella Black. Daughter of the filthy Blood traitor Sirius Black." Kretcher said, staring up at her with hopeful eyes. Bella smirked.

"Yep, that's me." She smirked, a shrug on her shoulders.

"Okay, Kretcher." Juliunna said, pulling out the fake horcrux. Kretcher's eyes widened. "Have you ever seen this before?" She asked, adjusting her thick rimmed glasses. He nodded.

"Kretcher has seen this locket before. It is Master Regulas's locket."

"Ooh! Granger in your face!" Bella shouted, sticking out her tongue at him. Hermione frowned and growled at her.

"Actually Kretcher, it's a fake. I found a note inside that says that he stole the real one and planned to destroy it. Do you know where the real locket is?" She asked, and he frowned.

"Yes. Yes Kretcher knows. He came in the night. He took, many, many things, including the locket." He said, frowning. He started backing up slowly.

"Who took it Kretcher. Tell me." She said. Kretcher sneered slightly at the thought. "Mundogulas Fletcher."

"Find him." Juliunna said, and Kretcher nodded.

"Of course pureblood mistress. Niece of Bellatrix Lestrange and Daughter of Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy." He said, and then spun around. There was a large pop, and then he disappeared.

"Okay. What was that about?" Ron shouted, turning towards Jules. Juliunna shrugged.

"Does is really matter what my parentage is?" She shrugged, and then walked pass him towards her room again.

"Um, yes, it does. Especially when your bloody parents are two death eaters-!"

"But I'm not Weasley!" Juliunna screamed, making Harry jump back. Hermione glared at her, but didn't say a thing.

"My parents are grown up! Whatever they do, does not, and will never bounce back on me. I grew up, and I left! I'm not a bloodthirsty psychopath like my aunt! I'm not a manipulative liar like my father. I'm not a death eater, and I work for the greater good. I quit my job so I could work for you three. So I can make a better life for the whole wizarding world. I am willing to die, just so you three can live. So I could use a little respect around here." Juliunna snapped, and then stomped off towards her room. Ginger, Taylor, and Bella snuck into her room just in time for Juliunna to shut the door.

"I'm sorry. But what did you a have to go and do that for you prat?!" Harry whispered, hitting Ron on the shoulder, hard.

"Ouch!" He whispered, and shrugged the shoulder around.

"Well looks like we can add spawn of evil death eaters to the list." She zipped, and motioned as if she was writing it down in a mental checklist.

"It doesn't mean she's evil." Harry snapped at the both of them. Then Ron seemed to snap out of whatever stupor he was in.

"Harry, you do realize we've excepted them into our little group without knowing any of their last names. We know Bella's Sirius's daughter, but what about Ginger and Taylor? Who are their parents? Where do they live? Is this vampire war Bella talked about even real?" Ron said, and Hermione smirked.

"Believe me now Harry?" She asked, tilting her head to the side with a smirk.

"No I don't. In fact, I'm going to my room right now, and taking a nap. You want to know why? Because Juliunna just brought us a step closer to finding that horcrux. She's been nothing but nice to us, and you two just keep putting her, and her friends down. Get over yourselves." He growled at them, and then took off for his room. Ron and Hermione threw him sorry and hurt looks, but he didn't look back at them. Instead, he waked inside his bedroom, and shut the door. He leaned against the door and sighed.

"What is wrong with me-!"

"If your talking about your sanity, I for one think its ever so complete and sane."

"Ah!" He jumped, looking back at his bed. Juliunna was sitting cross legged on his bed, typing away on her laptop. She didn't look up from it. He frowned.

"But-! I saw you go in your room." He frowned, and she smiled.

"Yes. But when I exited my room, you were too busy arguing with Mr. and Mrs. Potato head to notice, so I went straight to your surprising neat room, hoping to catch you alone." She said, throwing her long hair over her shoulder. Her fingers flexed quickly across the keyboard as she typed, and Harry smiled.

"So," He started, walking towards the bed. "I thought that as the daughter of the Malfoy's, you shouldn't like Muggle things." He said, sitting next to her. He peaked onto the screen. She was typing a document about a rare, itailan flower. Or something like that."

"And as I've said no less then two minutes ago, I will let my Malfoy and Black heritage put no league on my life. I really don't see the difference between Muggles and Wizards. Give Muggles a wand and they can perform magic too." She said, rolling her eyes.

"You know, I've pretty much spent my whole summer in the muggle world, and part of my year. I've come to realize that their 'junk' isn't all that junky after all." Juliunna said, shrugging.

Harry smirked. "So, you like this? I never got to even touch one when I still lived in the Muggle World. Too much money. Well, my Aunt and Uncle always bought one for Dudley every year, but they didn't love me, so I got a moldy pair of socks every year for my birthday. And easter. And Christmas. And pretty much all days and holidays known to man." Harry shrugged, and Juliunna pouted at him.

"That doesn't seem nice."

"Well my Aunt and Uncle were never nice people. Especially when it comes to me." He said, and promptly shut her laptop lid. It closed with a soft click, and he picked it up and placed it on his dresser.

She leaned forward and he kissed him again, her soft lips moving against his. After a few seconds, he pulled back.

"I have a question." He said, frowning. She sighed. "What is it?" She asked.

"Do you see, us, going anywhere?" He asked, meeting her eyes. She rolled hers. "No."

"Wait. No?" He asked, and she nodded. "No Harry. You're a smart boy, and your really nice. I'm sure any girl would be lucky to call you her own, just not me." Juliunna said, looking extremely serious. He frowned.

"But… But why-!"

"Harry, I do not have the time, or the patience to be in a relationship right now. I think it would be a lot better on both of us, if we don't put a label on whatever it is we're doing now. We can just call it, a stress reliever." She said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. He frowned.

"So your saying that being in a relationship is stressful, and all you want from me is sex?" He asked, frowning at her. She nodded with a wide smile. "Exactly."

"That's not nice."

"Harry," She started, and moved forward. She sat on his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I'm not forcing you to do this with me. Its just… I have urges, just like everyone." She said, shrugging. "I'm only human, and it's a great stress reliever. Just say the word if you want me to leave, okay?" She said, and he sighed.

But he never did say the word.