The next morning Ginny woke up and walked down the stairs to a very tasty smelling breakfast. Everything looked so good. There were eggs over-medium, just how she liked them. There was bacon extra crispy, sausages that made your mouth water, and pancakes in the shape of stars, with maple syrup to pour over them. This would've normally been a welcoming meal, but that day was different. Everybody at the table looked solemn. There was no chatter like there normally would have been. The family was just sitting with their heads down, quietly chewing their food.

Ginny remembered what happened the night before, and also remembered what she was so supposed to do. She put a smile on her face, to act as if she had no idea what happened, sat down at her normal spot at the table, and said, "Good morning. Mum, the breakfast looks delicious! You really out did yourself this time! But… where's Harry? Is he upstairs still? If he is, I'll go up and bring him some food."

The people around her looked at each other, then back at Ginny. Mrs. Weasley said, "No dear, he's not up in his room."

"Oh?" said Ginny. "Well… then where is he?"

"Well… last night… last night…. we found a… a letter from Harry. It was on his pillow in his room."

"Oh? What did it say?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.

"Ginny… dear… Harry ran away yesterday. We don't know how he did it, but he's gone."

"What?" Ginny said, feeling the tears well up in her eyes. "What do you mean he ran away? Was his stuff gone? His trunk, his clothes, Hedwig?"

"All gone," said Remus. "He said he wanted you to watch over Hedwig." As he saw the tears in her eyes, he said, "Ginny we're so sorry. We tried so hard to keep him here, we really did. He just… found a way around us."

"Harry's smarter than he acts sometimes, Ginny," said Hermione. "When he wants to do something, he'll do it. You of all people know that."

Ginny just sat there, tears streaming down her face. She knew how he had got out. It was her fault. "May I be excused?"

"Yes dear, I'll bring you up food later," said Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny excused herself from the table.

As she was walking away, she heard her father say, "Poor child, this will torment her for… weeks."

"Months probably," said Hermione. "She won't be happy again until Harry is found."

"Lets hope they find him," said Remus. "The ministry has already got a search team ready."

Ginny gasped at those words, and ran upstairs to her room to owl Harry. He needed to know to watch out for ministry officials that were looking for him.

Dear Harry,

I overheard the family talking at breakfast today. Remus said that the ministry is looking for you, so please watch over yourself out there. If you want to do what you have to do, then you can't be caught. Keep under that invisibility cloak. Make sure you stay hidden. Don't ever tell me where you are, in case the owls are intercepted. I'll watch over Hedwig like you asked.

Love,

Ginny

She walked into Harry's room, grabbed Hedwig, attached the letter onto her foot, and said, "Hedwig, take this to Harry. It's very important, and please be careful." The pretty owl bit her finger out of affection, and flew out the open window into the blue morning sky. Ginny sighed and walked back into her room.

When he got there, she looked out her own window and whispered, "Please be careful, Harry, wherever you are."

It took three days for Hedwig to find Harry and give him the letter. As he read it he silently cursed Remus for making things more difficult. Now not only did he have to duck the Death Eaters, but he had to stay away from the ministry.

He looked at his dearest pet, stroked her white feathers, and said, "Be nice to Ginny, alright. She'll take good care of you, I know it." The bird bit him like she did Ginny, and flew off. Harry smiled and continued on his journey. He knew he should be getting close by now, but he didn't know how close he actually was.

Remus entered his mind again. Why did he have to make things so hard. He knew the answer. It was because he cared about him. But if he really cared, wouldn't he understand that he had to leave? Wouldn't he understand that he had things that he had to do?

'I guess not,' he thought, 'I never actually told him why I had to leave.' But still, he didn't understand it.

Suddenly, as his destination came into view, all thoughts about Remus exited his mind. There it was, right in front of him. The place where his destiny was decided. The place where his parents were killed. The place that the other residents in the town said was haunted.

"Godrics Hollow," he said.

He quickly walked over to the now deserted house. It took a lot of work just to open the door, but when he did what he saw made him gasp. The whole house was destroyed. Papers were burnt and strewn all over the house. Chairs and tables were toppled over. Electronics were cracked and broken. All glass objects were shattered against the floor. The cobwebs that covered the walls made it look as if the house hadn't been occupied in years.

'Sixteen years,' he thought as he climbed the stairs to find the attic. He walked down the hallway on the upper level and froze. There, right in front of him, was his old bedroom.

He stepped inside and shuttered when he saw what stood before him. Toys were in pieces on the floor. His crib was upside down, and a family of mice had made a small nest. He looked down and saw a blood stain on the floor.

'This must be where my mother…. She must have gotten hurt somehow on her way up the stairs.' He couldn't bare to thing about it. This house was just too haunting for him. He'd seen some pretty messed up stuff, but never did he expect to see anything like this. It wouldn't be so bad if he didn't keep having the strange but natural feeling that he'd been there before.

Finally, the room got too haunting for him, and he got up to leave. As he was walking out of the room, he felt a piece of glass shatter under his feet. Bending down, he picked up the paper inside the broken glass, and found a picture. He smiled when he saw who was in it. Both of his parents were in it, along with Remus and Sirius. It looked as if he had just been born, because his mother was lying in the hospital bed. His father was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Sirius was making silly faces at the tiny creature in Remus' arms. That creature, he knew was himself when he was a baby. He just stared at the picture, watching as Remus looked down and smiled at him. It was in that instant that all the anger he felt towards Remus disappeared. He really did care about him, and understood why he didn't want him to leave. It was out of love that Remus kept Harry at the Burrow as long as he could. Smiling, he took the picture, pocketed it, and continued looking for the attic stairs.

Finally, at the end of the hallway, he saw a small string with a ball hanging on the end of it. He grabbed the string and pulled down to find a staircase leading to a dark room. He walked up the creaking staircase, and entered the small room. The moment he entered the attic he started looking for books. It took forever to find the one he was looking for.

'Didn't know my parents were such big readers,' he thought as he went through his seventh box of books. He was getting tired as he grabbed the last book in the seventh box, and read it's title. "A Book of Baby Names" by Christine Wood. Excited he opened the book to the page with his name on it. There it was, like a jewel in a pile of rocks.

"The Soul Guide"

by

Lily Potter

For many years now I have sought a way to destroy Voldemort. I knew that he had to have protected himself against death, so I researched the ways to do so. It was in my seventh year at Hogwarts when I confronted the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, about horcruxes. The definition of a horcrux is an inanimate object that holds a part of a wizards soul. When a wizard kills another person, a piece of his soul splits. The wizard can then control the soul piece with a spell, and put it in an object. That way, if the wizard is killed by anyone he won't die, just have no body. I knew at a young age that he had used this form of magic to keep himself alive, and did the headmaster. Although, I was the first one that thought he had created a multiple amount of them. It took me awhile to figure out how many he had actually created, but when I learned seven was the most powerful number, I figured out he had created seven. I spent many years trying to figure out what his horcruxes were, and where they were hidden. It was during this time that I met a man, who prefers to be called R.A.B. R. A. B. was a former follower of Voldemort, and helped me in my search of the identity of the seven horcruxes. It took years to figure it out, but we finally discovered six of them. He hasn't had a chance to make the seventh one yet. Here is the list of the horcruxes and their whereabouts.

1.) Helga Hufflepuff's Cup---- located in the icy mountains of Lamont.

2.) Salazar Slytherin's Ring---- located in the Tallis Forest.

3.) Salazar Slytherin's Locket---- located on Misty Island off the shore of Misty Beach.

4.) Tom Riddle's Diary---- located in the Malfoy Manor.

5.) Rowena Ravenclaw's Hawk Feather Quill---- located at the Riddle House in Little Hangleton.

6.) Voldemort---- location unknown.

The destruction of all the horcruxes has already begun. Hopefully, Voldemort will not be around us much longer.

Harry was stunned. R.A.B. had known his mother. No, it was more than that. He had helped his mother. She was the one that discovered all of the Horcruxes, and he had been of assistance. But why couldn't he use his actual name. If he would've, it would be easier to find the locket's whereabouts now.

Quickly, he pocketed his guide, and left the attic. He walked out the front door of the house, and asked a local resident where the graveyard would be. The man gave him directions and he walked a ways to the graveyard. He spotted the grave keeper right away.

"Excuse me, sir," said Harry, "would you happen to know where the graves of Lily and James Potter are?"

The grave keeper froze and said, "Yes I do. Right this way young man." Harry followed the elderly man down the paths to the graves he was looking for. On the way he found a patch of flowers next to the bush.

"Sir, may I pick these flowers? I'd like to put them on the graves of the Potters."

"Of course, young man, that would be fine." They continued to walk down the path, until finally the old man stopped and said, "Here we are. Lily and James Potter. You know, their deaths are quite a mystery to this day. No one really knows what happened to them."

"Thanks, sir," Harry said, and the man walked off, leaving him at the graves of his two parents. "Hello mum, dad. Long time no talk. Well, I guess we never really talked to each other did we? I did what you wanted mum, I came to Godrics Hollow and found the guide. Thank you for telling me about that, it'll help me a lot. But I couldn't come to Godrics Hollow without saying hello." He paused for a moment, then remembered his flowers. "I brought you each flowers." As he bent down to put flowers on each of their graves, he saw a laminated piece of paper against his mother's grave. He picked it up and read what the words said.

Dear Lily,

I'm so sorry. I just got the news about your death this morning, and it hit me hard. I know we were never close, and I know I wasn't the best sister in the world, but I still loved you. You were, after all, my only sibling. I will watch after Harry for you, I promise. I promised Dumbledore too, so I do intend to keep it. I just pray that someday they'll find the man that killed you and James and kill him. He's disappeared, I guess, which is a good thing, but still not good enough. Vernon doesn't like the idea of raising a child with… a gift, but I convinced him and he's okay with it. Just please know that Harry is in good hands with me. May you rest in peace.

Always Sisters,

Petunia

Harry was in shock. He had no idea his aunt had ever even cared about his mum, let alone written a letter swearing his safety. It was kind of nice knowing that he had an actual family member out there that cared about him, even a little bit.

As he stood up to leave, he touched his parents' graves. That's when his world went black again.

"Harry," he heard. It was a mysteriously familiar voice that he had heard just recently. "Harry."

"Mum?" he asked. "Mum, I did it, I got the guide, just like you told me too."

"Yes, Harry, but there is one more thing you need to know."

"What is that, mum?" he asked.

"R.A.B. is--"

"YOUNG MAN!"

Harry awoke immediately to find the young man yelling at him.

"Young man, you should know better than to sleep on a grave!" he yelled. "It is very disrespectful!"

"I'm so sorry sir, I just passed out," Harry said, annoyed that he had been interrupted in a very important conversation yet again. "See, I haven't gotten much sleep lately. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, indeed!" said the man. "Just who are you?!"

"Oh, I'm sorry sir," he said. "My name is Harry, Harry Potter."

The elderly man stumbled back a bit at those words. "Harry Potter? The son of Lily and James Potter? The boy that went missing when they died?"

"The one and only, sir."

"My goodness… I haven't seen you since you were just a little child. Your parents would come here every once in awhile to see the graves of some friends of theirs. They'd bring you with them and put flowers on the graves."

"Well, it's nice seeing you again, sir," Harry said. "But… I must get going. I have a long journey ahead of me, and I must get started."

"Yes, well then, goodbye, Harry."

"Goodbye, sir."

The man walked away and left Harry alone with his parents for just a few more minutes. Finally, when he realized that he wasn't going to get anymore information, he got up and walked away. But before he did, he whispered, "Goodbye mum and dad… may you rest in peace forever."