The morning after the clash with the Order, Harry and Ron could be found in the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place eating a delicious breakfast that Winky had prepared.

The previous night after getting home and grabbing a bite to eat, Harry had headed to bed. He lay awake for most of the night going over every detail of the memories that Dumbledore had shown him.

His thoughts had continuously gone to the orphanage that Riddle had grown up in. He felt a strong pull towards the old building and it was slightly frightening, could it be that he was feeling Voldemort's soul; Dumbledore had said that Riddle had put much more into Harry then either of them had realized.

After thinking that over for a while he had gotten up and pulled out the letter from Dumbledore and read it again and again. He had just laid it down when he noticed the writing on the back of the paper that hadn't been there before.

Harry,

This part of my letter to you is charmed to only appear when you are alone. I never got the chance to tell you exactly how to destroy a horcrux, and I know that it is a very valuable piece of information. The simplest way to destroy one is a simple killing curse. When I destroyed the ring I chose not to use Avada Kedavra because I simply didn't have the hate to pull it off, so I went a different route and tried to use a reducto, the spell rebound and hit my hand, the effects of which you have seen. I eventually had to use avada kedavra, much to my displeasure. I had only used the spell once before, on Grindlewald in the 40's and I had hoped never to do so again.

I'm sure that the representative of Gringotts that was the reader of my will informed you of your emancipation. After your parents were killed and Sirius was sent to Azkaban, I was your legal guardian in the wizarding world.

Also, I'm assuming you were surprised when you heard just how much money you inherited. Since you are the heir of Godric Gryffindor, the richest wizard who has ever lived, your family has always been wealthy. You also own an island on the black sea, an estate in Wales, the Potter estate in northern Scotland and most of Diagon Alley. I would suggest you look into a business manager, I believe the goblins would be more than happy to help, for a fee.

The destiny that falls on your shoulders is a burden that very few could ever carry. I am sorry that I could not be of more help but I believe in you and I know that you will do all you can to end Tom Riddle's reign of terror.

Good luck and God bless,

Dumbledore

Harry was pulled out of his thoughts when Ron hit him the head with a piece of bacon.

"Oi! What the hell?" Harry said, rubbing the grease off his glasses.

"I said, what's the plan for today. You kept ignoring me and I was too lazy to get up and poke you."

"Oh, well I keep feeling like we need to go to the orphanage that Riddle grew up in. I think it would be seen as a very important place for him, it's where he learned he was a wizard so id think he would want to mark it with a horcrux." Ron nodded and munched on a piece of toast thoughtfully.

"How are we gonna get there though?"

"I'll apparate us there. I remember the memory of it that Dumbledore showed me and I don't think it will be a problem to apparate there as long as I can visualize it. Speaking of apparating, when I was at the ministry yesterday I scheduled an appointment for us to take our tests tomorrow." Ron didn't look too pleased at having to take the test again.

After they had finished eating and got dressed, they headed out.

As they began the walk across the street to the alley to apparate, Harry distinctly got the feeling they were being watched, silently he poked Ron.

"We got a tail." Ron turned around and looked.

"Where, I don't see anyone." Harry looked behind him and saw Tonks standing on the sidewalk next to Number 12.

"Its Tonks, she's standing right near the door to the house. Can't you see her?" After taking a quick peek, Ron shook his head. Harry quickly turned and lifted his hand.

"Stupify" He said very clearly.

As the jet shot from his hand, he saw a look of disbelief on Tonks face that he didn't understand. Harry made his way over to Tonks and saw why Ron hadn't been able to see her; she had been wearing an invisibility cloak. When had he developed the ability to see through them?

"Incarcerous." Thick robes shot from his hand and wound themselves tightly around Tonks.

Levitating her into the alley, Harry set up an anti-apparation and anti-portkey ward, just to make sure she couldn't get away, once he was sure they were in place, he woke her.

"Why are you following us?" Tonks looked at him in surprise, and her shock grew as she realized she was bound.

"Harry, unbind me right now or I swear to god."

"Why were you following us?" He asked again.

"For your safety, Voldemort is going to be after you in full force now that Dumbledore is gone and you are being to arrogant to realize the danger you are putting yourself and Ron in." Harry felt a tinge of annoyance, after last night he figured the order would realize he could defend himself.

"Tell me Tonks, does it look like I need protecting? Hmm?"

"Yes, last night you only got your way because the minister showed up, and today it was only a lucky shot that you hit me with your stunner."

"No, I could have killed each and every one of you lot last night if I had wanted to, but I didn't. And it wasn't a lucky shot, I could see you." Tonks looked at him incredulously and snorted.

"Yeah, sure you could Harry, the only person that can see through invisibility cloaks is Moody...was Moody, thanks to you two."

"I'm not gonna stand around and argue with you all day, we've got places to go and people to kill, and your not coming with us." Tonks looked surprised at the mention of killing people but then her face became dark.

"You are headed down a dangerous path. I can already see you going dark. You throw around cruico like it's a tickling hex."

"How many times am I going to have to repeat myself to you people? Listen carefully Tonks, I AM NOT GOING DARK. That, however, does not mean I won't use unforgiveables."

"Harry, you almost killed your best friend last night. She showed up at the infirmary unconscious."

"Well that was of her own doing. She tried to kill me with a reducto and I reacted. And she is not my best friend, my best friend is right here." He said as he put his hand on Ron's shoulder.

"Ron has stood by me through all of this and hasn't once tried to kill me."

"Whatever, I'm out of here." Tonks closed her eyes in concentration and there was a faint pop.

A second later she reappeared falling from where the anti-apparation ward ended. She landed hard on the ground with an umph!

"It's probably not the best idea to try and apparate where there is an anti-apparation ward in place Tonks, especially one as strong as mine." Ron was doubled over laughing and it was all Harry could do to keep the grin off his face.

"You know how to do anti-apparation wards?"

"I know a lot of things Tonks." Harry whispered to himself for a minute and then felt the wards fall. "Well, as I said before, we've got places to be. Later."

Grabbing Ron's arm, there was a faint pop, and they were gone, leaving a surprised Tonks behind.

They reappeared behind the old building that had once been Tom Riddles home. Walking around to the front, Harry took in the drastic decline in the building over the last fifty years.

Shaking his head to clear the unnecessary thoughts, Harry made his way up to the front door. Pulling on the handle, Harry found it locked.

"Here let me," Ron said. "Alohomora."

The locked clicked and Harry pushed the door open. Stepping inside, Harry could immediately feel a presence of very strong magic and a sickening presence as well, all coming from upstairs. Without knowing how he knew, Harry knew it was coming from Tom Riddles old room.

"It's here, upstairs in Riddles old bedroom." Harry said, turning around to see Ron looking like he was gonna be sick. "You can feel that too then?"

"Yeah, what the bloody hell is it, it's making me sick to my stomach, I think I'm gonna hurl."

"I'm not sure but I think its Voldemort's soul. What I don't understand is I never felt this with the diary, and I doubt you did either."

When Ron shook his head, Harry had an idea hit him like a rampaging hippogriff, but knew that it would have to wait until later. Motioning Ron to follow him, Harry made his way over to the staircase and up to the second floor.

With every step the duo took, that sickening feeling worsened until they were standing on the outside of the room that used to be Tom Riddles when he was a boy. Pushing open the door, the feeling tripled and Ron fell to the ground, clutching his stomach, losing his breakfast.

Harry, somehow, managed to stay on his feet. Looking into the room, he saw hundreds of snakes crawling on the floor. Over in the corner, he could see the wardrobe that Dumbledore had once set on fire, so long ago. There was a golden glow coming from within the closed doors of the wardrobe, telling Harry that what he was looking for was in there. He turned back to the snakes.

"Let me pass and I will spare your lives." He hissed in parseltongue. The snakes stopped their hissing and looked up at him. The biggest one in the room, a twenty foot cobra, stuck its neck out and extended itself up until it was eye to eye with Harry.

"You dare threaten us! You may speak our language but you are not our master. Though, since you do speak our language, we will spare your life if you leave now." The snake hissed back angrily.

Turning back to Ron, Harry spoke in English.

"We are going to have to fight them, do you think you can pull yourself together long enough to cast some spells?"

"Yeah, but what spells. I'm assuming stupify would be a tad bit useless since there are so many of them. You would only get off a couple of them before they had bitten you."

"Same with the Killing curse. A blasting curse would be best but with the shape this place is in it and the power of our spells; I think it would collapse the floor. Well on second thought, that's not a bad idea. A simple repairo would fix the floor and the snakes would fall down to the first floor."

Harry thought for a minute and then spoke again.

"Alright here's the plan, we reducto the snakes and hope the floor will collapse. As soon as most of the snakes are gone, I'll repairo the floor and you pick off the ones that are left with whatever curses you can think of. I think that the snakes that fall will haul ass to get back up here so we won't have a whole lot of time, so while you are finishing the rest of the snakes, ill grab the horcrux and we can get the fuck outta here. One three, one...two...three!"

On three they both quickly drew their wands and spun around, the snakes noticed this and started towards them.

"Reducto!" They cried in unison.

The spell that shot from Harry's wand was almost as big as the one he had used against the Death Eaters on Grimmauld Place. Ron's, likewise, was much larger then it normally was. The twin beams of red light slammed into the throng of snakes and blew many of them apart and continued through their bodies and into the floor. There was a slight explosion and the floor gave way, taking most of the snakes with it.

"Repairo!" Harry said. The floor repaired itself in a matter of seconds and Harry started to cross the room.

"Sectumsempra!"

The nearest snake that had reared up to strike. Harry could hear Ron casting curses behind him but didn't look back. Reaching the wardrobe, Harry threw open the doors and was momentarily blinded by the intensity of the golden light.

Reaching in, Harry felt his hands wrap around what appeared to be a goblet. Pulling it out of the wardrobe, Harry found it to indeed be a goblet, Hufflepuff's cup to be more exact. Harry stood there staring at the cup until he was startled out of his daze by a yell from Ron.

"Harry what the bloody hell are you doing? We don't have time for you to be admiring that damn thing, those blasted snakes are outside the door and they are obviously pissed."

Harry glanced over to the door, at which Ron was pointing his wand and could see that it was starting to crack from the repeated blows of the snakes trying to get in. Harry was thinking about apparating himself and Ron out when he realized that there were wards in place to stop them from escaping that way.

"Ron, I can't apparate us out!" Harry said as he walked over to his friend.

"Oh hell!" The door gave another crash and a chunk broke free and the face of the cobra could be seen. Suddenly Harry knew how they could get away. The thought itself was ridiculous but somehow, Harry knew he could do it.

"Ron do you trust me?" He yelled over the beating on the door.

"What? Of course I do Harry."

"Alright then hold on. REDUCTO!"

The wall nearest them blew apart as if dynamite had been placed there. He grabbed Ron under the armpits and took off running towards the hole in the wall. They were ten feet from it when the door finally gave in and a hundred snakes came swarming in, catching up to them quickly.

Just as the snakes caught up with them, Harry jumped out the hole, still hanging onto Ron, and they began to fall twenty feet.

They were about to slam into the ground when, incredibly, they were flying down the street and the orphanage was fifty yards behind them. Harry Potter could fly.