A/N: Geordi George, Ford Fred, Braeden (Brae) Bill. Also, this update was brought to you by special request of Dreams.

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Around 8am, Eden woke up with a start. "UMFGH!!" she yelled, trying to figure out what woke her up.

"Morning!" Geordi grinned, barging into the room and holding a cup of hot coffee before him. "Didn't mean to wake you … well, actually, I did. Just thought you'd wake up a little more gently."

"Ta," she said weakly, reaching out for the steaming mug. She let loose an enormous yawn, and Geordi paused, waiting for her to finish before letting her get her hands on the hot beverage.

"Breakfast in half and hour," he said, leaving the room with an airy wave.

"Right-o," she replied to the closed door, placing her coffee to one side to swing her legs out of bed. As quickly as she could, she gulped down the coffee while unpacking some fresh clothes and toiletries. When she was finished her coffee, she quickly gathered up her newly unpacked belongings – adding a towel to the mix as she went – and headed out towards the bathroom.

"Having a shower!" she called to the twins, who sat in the small living room.

"'Kay," Ford said idly, flicking through that morning's Daily Prophet Tom had brought up earlier. Then it occurred to him. "Edes! Wait!"

Too late.

"ARGH!!" Twin yells of horror echoed through the suite. Eden, in her rush to get into the soothing heat of a shower, hadn't checked to see if the bathroom was unoccupied, and walked in on Braeden towelling himself down.

"Oh, my eyes!" Eden cried dramatically, shutting them as tightly as she could while backing out of the bathroom. "I'm gonna have your skinny, pasty nekkid form imprinted on my mind forever, Braeden!" She followed the sounds of sniggering that emitted from the living room, only opening her eyes when she heard the bathroom door slam shut.

"Sorry," Ford said, sounding fiercely unrepentant. He smirked at the sight of Eden clutching her belongings protectively to her chest.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded.

"I tried, but you opened the door before I could," he defended himself. In all fairness, Eden had to admit that he was right.

The bathroom door cracked open. "I'm dressed," Braeden said hastily, moving his fully-clothed form out into the open and espying Eden hiding her face.

"Good." Her reply was muffled by a few layers of clothing, but her relief shone through without a problem. Keeping her gaze averted – just to be safe – she ducked past Braeden and into the bathroom.

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Twenty minutes later saw everyone dressed and sitting down at the dining table eating breakfast. Eden sat opposite Braeden, ready and willing to smack the twins should they say anything she deemed "untoward".

"That was the second time something like this has happened in as many days," she groaned, looking down at the table in a rather depressed manner. "This is not my week."

"Hey!" Braeden said, taking offence. "It wasn't that bad a sight!"

Ignoring him, Eden ploughed on. "We need a "Do Not Disturb" sign for the bathroom," she decided. "And some industrial-strength hexes for anyone who disregards the sign. Anyone who doesn't agree is going to get hit."

"I agree, then," Geordi said brightly. The other two nodded, and with that out of the road, Eden could finally enjoy her breakfast.

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The morning was spent unpacking and looking through various books that had once belonged to Sirius' family, in the hopes of finding some information on Horcruxes. At twelve-thirty, when a knock on the door and the faint sounds of a classic Granger-Weasley squabble beginning to brew were heard, that Eden and the guys remembered Harry was dropping in to compare plans.

"Come in!" called Geordi. Harry, Hermione and Ron entered the room as Geordi adjusted his position with a groan. "And close the door behind you." He clutched at his leg as his knee refused to straighten out.

"What'd happened?" Ron asked, giving Eden an accusatory stare. She stared back at him innocently.

"Leg went to sleep," Geordi replied, stretching it out and wincing.

"Not surprising," yawned Ford, setting aside his book and stretching his own legs. "We've been at this for hours and I haven't found a thing."

"Me either," sighed Eden. "You?" Her eyes followed her hand as it gestured vaguely in Braeden's direction, and he shook his head in more-than-slight disappointment. "Bugger."

"These books…!" Hermione gasped, reading some of the titles. "Where on Earth did you get these? Knockturn Alley?"

"…No," Eden said, tilting her head and looking at Hermione with interest. "They belong to Sirius, actually. But looking in Knockturn Alley isn't a bad idea, if these don't pan out."

Hermione looked aghast, and turned to Braeden in appeal. "Bill…Braeden! She can't be serious! You can't let a Potter go down there!"

"Actually," Braeden said, observing Eden as she – in mounting frustration – pulled her hair back into a severe bun, muttering all the while. "I couldn't stop her if I tried. Believe me."

Eden sent a quick grin his way before turning back to the newcomers. "You wanted to trade plans, did you not?" she asked Harry, motioning for the three of them to find a seat. They looked around: Ford and Geordi were on the floor surrounded by

"More compare than trade," Harry replied. "Obviously, you're going after the Horcruxes."

"Goes without saying," said Eden blandly. Harry opened his mouth to retort when another knock sounded on the door. Eden's group watched in bemusement as Harry, Hermione and Ron quickly dashed into the nearest room – the boys' room – before the door opened.

"The lunch you ordered earlier, Mr Prewett," Tom quavered, levitating a huge platter of sandwiches into the room and onto the dining table. "Will you be wanting any drinks with that?"

"If you could bring us up some pumpkin juice, that would be great," Braeden replied, getting up and stretching.

"Coffee for me," Eden requested, yawning with great enthusiasm. Tom nodded and left the room. Eden hopped up off the couch she was stretched out on and headed for the table.

"You'll stunt your growth with all that caffeine," Geordi said, holding out an arm to stop her for a hand up.

"I'll live," she replied dryly, heaving him to his feet.

"Owowowowow!!" he whined as his legs protested to the sudden blood-flow. Eden braced him by slinging his left arm around her shoulders and placing her left hand on his chest. Her right arm snaked around his waist and helped him hobble to the table.

"Baby," Ford snorted, grabbing Braeden's hand to pull himself up. Only Braeden's sudden jerk backwards saved them both from an embarrassing pile-up. "Owowowowow!!" he cried, clutching his oldest brother for support.

"You were saying?" grinned Geordi obnoxiously.

"Bite me."

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…Fifteen minutes later…

The seven of them crowded around the sandwiches, eating with gusto. Six goblets were occasionally topped up with pumpkin juice, and Ford used a charm to make sure the coffee pot was kept full – he and Geordi knew from experience that Eden couldn't research effectively unless she was loaded with caffeine. The memories of their final year of Hogwarts – Eden's OWL year – still stood out vividly in their minds.

Finally the food was gone, and everyone took their drinks back to the living room. Eden sat first and was squished on the two seater sofa by the twins, who sat down on either side of her. Ron and Hermione took the other sofa, and Harry and Braeden shifted mountains of books off two of the three single seaters.

"OK," Eden said. "Horcruxes. Where do you sit?"

"The diary and the ring are both destroyed. I have no idea where the cup or the locket is. Voldemort would keep Nagini with him and either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw's item is currently unidentified with whereabouts unknown."

"Yeah. Likewise." Eden sighed. "That's depressing."

"You got any theories on where they could be?"

"Yeah. I mean, they've got no real basis, but…"

"Yeah?"

"Well, like you've said, Riddle's 6th year diary and the ring have both been destroyed. The locket…something keeps coming up about that, but it's always just out of reach. OK, leave the locket for now. The cup is probably in some ruins related to Hufflepuff somehow (incredibly vague, I know) or in a museum. The remaining mystery Horcrux is something that once belonged to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, right? Well, I'm leaning towards Ravenclaw, as Dumbledore seemed pretty confident that only Gryffindor's sword remains of his possessions and Voldemort never got his hands on it. So something of Ravenclaw's that denotes intelligence is hidden in Godric's Hollow. Nagini is at Voldemort's side, who himself still holds the 7th (and final) part of his soul."

"I don't understand how you think Ravenclaw's object has something to do with intelligence," Ron piped up.

"Simple. Salazar Slytherin left jewellery. Keep in mind that the Founders lived 1000 years ago, and the men of aristocracy wore as much – if not more – jewellery as the women. Helga Hufflepuff left a cup – an object of hospitality. Hufflepuff's are known for their warmth and friendship. And Godric Gryffindor, who founded the house that values bravery, left his sword. Considering all are fairly ornate objects, it's reasonable to assume that Rowena Ravenclaw left an ornate object of her own to her descendants. Perhaps a heavily decorated book? A jewelled inkwell? I'm not sure of what the object is itself, but I'm fairly sure it's hidden in Godric's Hollow, or somewhere else relevant to Godric Gryffindor. That would be a nice way to include all 4 founders in the Horcrux hunt, wouldn't it? It's something Voldemort would do."

"That makes sense," Hermione allowed. "OK. So what are all these books for?"

"Regulus Black was a Death Eater," Braeden explained. Harry made a small noise of agreement. "And Eden said Voldemort's words at the graveyard was that his Death Eater's knew that he had gone further than anyone to gain immortality. So it stands to reason that, as a Death Eater, Regulus would've known a bit about the Horcruxes."

"Regulus!!" To everyone's astonishment, Eden launched herself out of her Tweasley sandwich and danced around the room. They all looked at the girl in question in confusement and a little bit of fear. "Brae, I could kiss you!!"

And she did. Quite thoroughly.

And then she broke away, looking extremely horrified.

"If anyone – and I mean anyone – mentions this to anybody else – I will personally see to it that they are shot, stabbed, burned, drowned in acid, hexed fifty different ways 'til Sunday and finally Avada Kedavra'd. And then I'll indulge in a little necromancy and bring them back and do it all over again. Many times. Got it?"

Six heads bobbed up and down in fascinated fear.

"Good. Now, if you'll excuse me." Eden walked to the bathroom in an as dignified manner as was possible under the circumstances. The sound of gargling was clearly heard, and Braeden – for the second time that day – felt incredibly insulted.

"It wasn't that bad!" he muttered.

"OK," Eden said, coming back out and avoiding everyone's eyes. "Now. Um. Regulus. Right! Regulus. I know where the locket is. When we were cleaning out Headquarters for the Order – we used the Black Family home – we found this locket no one could open. Ever since I saw the memory of the Gaunt's in the Pensieve last year, I've had this nagging feeling that I'd seen the locket before."

"And you can connect this to Sirius' brother…how?" Geordi asked.

"Regulus Black!" Eden practically shouted, visibly excited. She was met with blank looks from all sides. "Argh! Guys! RAB! Regulus A. Black!"

Realisation dawned on Hermione's face. "You think Regulus switched the lockets?"

"It makes perfect sense!" Eden affirmed. She settled herself on the floor in front of the twins and rested her head back on the seat cushion.

"You're right! And I've got this book – not on me – that I…umliberated from Dumbledore's office at the end of last term." Hermione sounded incredibly guilty, and didn't look up to see the somewhat admiring looks Eden and the twins sent her way. "Anyway, I know how to destroy a Horcrux – I just don't know how to find them."

"Well, if you guys search the Black's home, I've got 10 Galleons that says Kreacher kept the locket when we went to throw it out."

"How does that help you?" Harry asked, reasonably.

"When Voldemort came through the … the vortex, for lack of a better word, the Horcruxes came through with him. The impression I got from the brief connection was that the Horcruxes were pulled through and landed in the same spots they resided in my world."

"Oh. Fair enough."

"So, it's probably a good thing we're here. In Diagon Alley, I mean," said Ford. "We can get some books on the Founders, see if we can't find any info on their items."

"Sounds like a plan," Geordi agreed. Murmurs of agreement sounded from all around and everyone got up and prepared to do some book shopping.