Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (J. K. Rowling is the boss) and unfortunately I don't own this song either. The song is called Fade to black by Metallica.

AN: In future Monica might use some Romanian, but don't worry. If it's something important you'll find out what she said. In case I don't mention it just ask me and I'll tell you.

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After 5 minutes of deep silence Harry finally rose from his armchair and said that he needs some fresh air and went into the garden. On his way he touched Ginny on her shoulder, sign that he wanted her to come with him, but she just pretended he wasn't there. Harry's face saddened. They hadn't spoken to each other for the past 3 days. She was still very mad at him.

Ron looked at Hermione and she shook her head and they remained there.

Mrs. Weasley looked at her watch. "God, it's already half past one. I'd better make lunch. If you'd help me I'll finish it quicker."

Monica entered her grandfather room. He was having a peaceful sleep. That's wonderful. He really needed one. For the past 3 moths he keeps having nightmares. Monica thought. She turned away glaring outside the window. The garden was empty. She slowly began to sing:

Life it seems will fade away

Drifting further every day

Getting lost within myself

Nothing matters no one else

I have lost the will to live

Simply nothing more to give

There is nothing more for me

Need the end to set me free

Things are not what they used to be

Missing one inside of me

Deathly lost, this can't be real

Cannot stand this hell I feel

Emptiness is filing me

To the point of agony

Growing darkness taking dawn

I was me, but now He's gone

No one but me can save myself, but it's too late

Now I can't think, think why I should even try

Yesterday seems as though it never existed

Death greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye

As she stopped singing she saw Harry getting out of the house and sitting on the ground next to a tree. She knew what she had to do even if she knew that it would hurt her and Harry if she was right about the locket.

"You miss them."

"Grandpa! Why aren't you sleeping? Oh, I hope I didn't wake you up with my singing."

"Don't worry, you sing very well. I didn't know you had it in you."

"You're just trying to make me feel better. I sing pretty bad, and yes, I do miss them. It's really hard to be away from them. I still don't know how I'm going to continue my life without Radu. He was everything for me. I also miss Madalina. We used to have so much fun together."

"Will you ever be able to forgive me for this? I should have never mixed you up in this story. Because of me now you're far away from your family."

"No grandpa, I'm glad I'm here. I couldn't have spent a moment longer back home with so many memories surrounding me, although I do miss mum and dad because no matter what they'll always be my parents. I just hope that Olga will talk to me again. I really want to be a part of my niece life. I love that kid a lot, although sometimes she really drives me nuts. And besides she's going to be the first witch in the family. I hope Dan won't do anything stupid and try to prevent her from going to Deceneu."

"You speak just like your mother. By the way, what do you think about Harry?"

"He's been through a lot and there are many things that still trouble him. I don't think he really got over Sirius' and Mr. Dumbledore's deaths, even if he tries to hide that. I can see it in his eyes. They're like an open book. Do you think that we have to tell him? It's hard news to deal with."

"Yes, I know, but you can't do it by yourself and unfortunately I have a bad feeling that he already knows about this. The locket that fell from his pocket…"

Monica interrupted him: "I saw it, but that doesn't mean it's the same one. Nevertheless I'll go and talk to him. And now I want you to go to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a hard day." With this Monica kissed once again the old man's forehead and left the room.

When she got into the living room it was empty. Voices were coming from the kitchen. Wonderful, this way I can talk to him in peace. Thought Monica She got out of the house and joined Harry under the tree.

"Hi there!" she said." Mind if I join you?"

"No." said Harry while holding the gold locket into his hands.

"Nice locket you have there. Could you tell me were did you get it?"

"It belonged to my mother." Harry answered quickly.

"Aha, well could you tell me were I could I find someone to repair this locket? I tried with magic but it just wouldn't work." She took out of her pocket a golden locket with a snake on it."

"Where did you get this?" Asked Harry as he recognized the locket in her hands. It was Slytherin's locket.

"I got it from the same place you got yours: a cave near the sea."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know very well what I'm talking about. If I'm not mistaken you went there with Mr. Dumbledore hoping to find a Horcrux. When you opened the locket you found a message for Voldemort signed by R.A.B."

"How did you know this?"

"Because R.A.B. is my grandpa: Romendacil Argeleb Barahir." Harry was in shock. He just kept looking at Monica without saying a word.

"You're probably wondering how come we know about the Horcruxes. Few people knew that mum was very good at Legimency. When she was Voldemrot's prisoner she managed to collect random memories of his. Some of them were about some objects like the Slytherin locket. They appeared in different places like they were hidden. At first my grandpa didn't understand them. He knew they must have been important but didn't know why. About 5 moths ago while studying a Dark Arts book I came across the word Horcrux and asked grandpa what they were. That's when he realized what those memories meant. Knowing Voldemort he realized he wouldn't have stop to only one Horcruxes…"

"Wow, wait a minute. You study Dark Arts books?" Asked a scandalized Harry just after he realized what the girl had just said.

"Yes, I do but I do not use those spells. I'm just curious and besides if you know what curse has hit you there are more chances to live because this way you know what to do."

"Oh, yeah. I never thought about that."

"Anyway, do you have any idea how many Horcruxes exist?

"Seven."

"Seven!"

"Yes. He thought that seven is the strongest magic number."

"God, there're still 6 of them."

"Actually 4. One was a diary that I destroyed in my second year and another one was destroyed by Mr. Dumbledore."

"There're still many, and come to Mr. Dumbledore can you tell me if the night he died had he been with you at the cave?"

"Yes."

"Shit!" said Monica slowly. "Harry, my grandpa mustn't find out about this. He'll think that Mr. Dumbledore died because of him."

"But that's not true."

"Actually it is more or less. You see, that potion he drank made him weak and that's why Snape was able to kill him. He drank that potion for nothing. I should have pursued my grandpa in telling him about the Horcruxes. And you know what the worst part is? Even if Snape hadn't killed him he would have died anyway. You see, this potion makes you live your worst fears and makes you see all the mistakes you ever did and regret. In the end, it consumes you so much that you lose your will to live."

"Is this what happened to your grandfather?"

"Yes. For the past 3 months I've been watching him die a little every day and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I don't think he'll live for too long. This was his last wish: to make us meet each other in order to continue what he started. The question is: are you ready to leave school and accept my help in finding the remaining horcruxes?"

"I would have left school anyway because I had to do this and, yes, I accept your help. But I have to warn you that Ron and Hermione are coming with us."

"Thanks for trusting me even if I am who I am. The fact that two more people are coming with us makes me feel better. We need all the help we can get. Are there other persons who you think could help us?"

Harry looked at Monica amazed. There were no other persons… Luna and Neville. A small voice spoke in Harry's head. There are the only ones who kept checking their galleons in hope of a D.A. meeting. They are the only ones who answered your call for help.

"Harry, are you alright?" asked Monica worried.

"There would be two persons. They're called Luna and Neville. They helped me a lot in the past."

"You mean Lovegood and Longbottom? The ones who helped you in the accident at the Department of mystery?"

"Yes. The same ones."

"You think they'll accept?"

"I'm not sure about this but I think they will."

"ARRGHHHHHH… D'Artagnan, te omor!" Monica suddenly yelled at a big black owl that came from behind her and set on her shoulder.

"You know it?" asked Harry in alarm.

"Yes, it's my owl, D'Artagnan. It has this stupid habit of scaring you. And in case you're curious I just yelled at him that I'm going to kill him." Harry laughed. He hadn't laughed for quite a while and it was nice to be able to do this. "Anyway, where were we?" continued Monica. "Ah, yes, well you should contact them and arrange a meeting. As for where we are going to stay I have a proposal if you all agree. My grandfather has a manor that from what I understood from him is big enough for all of us plus the entire Weasley family and everybody would have their own bedroom. Not many know about it and those who do are people you can trust with your own life, and even if they would tell Voldemort where we are, not even he would be able to pass all the spells that surround the house."

"I think it's ok. Just let me talk to Ron and Hermione."

"Monica, Harry, mum said to come to lunch." Ginny voice came from behind them. Harry turned to look at her but she was already on her way to the house. Harry's face saddened.