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Lord Voldemort P.O.V.

Standing in front of the entrance he had sealed a long time ago. Lord Voldemort supressed a smile. Beside him stood a muggle man who he had captured a while ago.

Sending a cutting curse at the man his hand he smiled when he saw the man flinch when it hit him.

"All right Bill place your hand against the stone."

Bill the muggle did as he was told and a moment later the stone that hid the entrance to the cave opened.

Stepping around his victim Voldemort made his way towards the boat he had left there behind while closely being followed by Bill.

Voldemort looked over the water and amused himself with thinking about the cleverness of the protection he had placed on the cave.

"Well Bill I hope you like caves because you are going to be here for a while."

Bill kept silent as he had been ordered by the man who had put him under his spell.

Stepping in the boat Voldemort and Bill made their way over the water to a small island in the middle of the cave.

When the two of them got ashore they made their way to a rock cropping in the middle of the island where a cup filled to the brim with a potion.

"Well Bill be a good boy and drink the potion." Voldemort ordered.

Bill lifted the cup to his mouth and started to drink after a while Voldemort ordered him to stop drinking and to retrieve the locket from the cup.

When Bill handed him the locket Voldemort frowned this was not his horocrux.

Opening the locket he saw a piece of paper inside of it.

unfolding the paper he read was what written on it and gave a wry smile.

"Bill you got to admit those Blacks have guts and guile." He said to the man who still held the cup in his hands.

Turning to the man he pulled the cup from his hand and placed it again in his former place. After this he pulled his wand a pointed it at the man standing beside him.

With a cheerful good bye he banished the man into the water.

While making his way across the lake he searched for a dark mark in the water and finding none he frowned.

The youngest Black had escaped but how? Or rather with who? He asked himself.

Regules Black P.O.V.

While sipping from a cup of tea and reading the morning paper. Regules Black felt an alert ward go off. For a moment he had to think to which ward it belonged and when he realised which one it was he grimaced.

The dark lord had found out that he had stolen the horocrux.

He hoped that him faking his dead had worked otherwise he had to be careful.

Standing up and laying the paper down he walked to the telephone and dialled a number from his mind.

"This is Reginald. Somebody has entered the cave." He listened to what was said on the other side and replied.

"My tracks are covered sir. But the suspicion of me still being alive might arise." He frowned when he heard the reply and answered.

"Yes sir. I will leave as soon as possible. Does Mary comes with me?"

He frowned when he heard the answer.

"Yes sir."

Laying the phone down he turned to his wife and gave a sad smile while walking towards her and taking her in his arms.

She laid her head on his shoulder and let her tears flow.

Muir Island P.O.V.

Rahne was doing some paperwork which just as taking care of the inventory seemed to build itself up when left unattended.

Her adoptive mother was in America attending a congress about genetics so the day to day running had to be spread around a bit more as usual.

At least most of the work had been done before lady Moira had left.

Yesterday she had got a letter from her daughter.

Little Moira had told her about the happenings at the school. Which were quite mundane if you left out the part of her attending a school for magical learning.

Moira had written about the second task and the other things that were happening. Parvati and Hermione were mentioned many times in the letter.

Moira was worried about her best friend who seemed to have gained the habit to leave the Gryffindor tower in the middle of the night sometimes.

Rahne had understood her daughters fears about it and had her suspicions about why Hermione left the tower. Not that she would tell them to her daughter.

A knock on the door pulled her from her musings.

When the door opened she saw Magik stand in the door opening.

The blond had a frown on her face.

Rahne offered the other woman a chair and served her a cup of tea from the thermos she had standing on the desk.

When Magik had seated herself she took a grateful sip of the offered drink.

"I don't know how you pull it off to make tea taste this good without magic." The blond woman said.

Rahne smirked and replied. "Love, caring and a good blend."

Putting her cup down Magik became all business.

"I have been looking through my library hoping to find something about horocruxes. And I have good hope that the scar of Moira does not hold a horocrux. If I am wrong and it is a Horocrux we can easily place in another object. Some ancient cultures were masters in it."

"And what if it is not a horocrux?" Asked Rahne.

Magik looked at the desk for a moment and said.

"Then she is the conduct keeping that idiot to this plane."

Rahne cursed which at other times would have been funny to Magik The situation was not humorous at all.

Magik continued. "Daytripper is also looking for other possibilities. She is at the moment meeting with other magicials who follow the winding way.

"What if she is the conduct that keeps Voldemort on this plane?" Asked Rahne.

"While it might be an idiot thing to do hope that the bugger gets a body soon. If his horocruxes are destroyed they will attach themselves back to the main soul. After that we destroy him." replied Ilyana.

Ministry of Magic for Great Britain and Northern Island. P.O.V.

Auror trainee Tonks visit to the records office had not gone unnoticed by certain parties in the ministry.

Said parties had been surprised at what the woman had found.

When Amelia saw what her auror had searched for she gave a proud smile.

She had kept the rookie auror out of the investigation because of her age.

But it seemed something had gained the woman's attention and had put her on the path leading to Voldemort

The woman herself could curse herself for not finding the link between Tom Riddle and He who must not be named. She went with him to school for Merlin's sake.

The Ogden case and the arrest and sentencing of both Marvolo and his son should have been looked at after the arrest of the son for the murder of the Riddles.

Outside of her boss her office Tonks was feeling quite antsy.

Had she done anything wrong? She asked herself for a tenth time.

When the secretary of madam Bones told her to go in she did so while being filled with dread.

"Auror Tonks please close the door." Said the director when the young woman entered her office. When Tonks closed the door she saw the wards of the office go active.

"Please be seated Auror Tonks." Her boss said. When the auror had done that she looked at her boss with question marks in her eyes.

"Tonks it came to our attention that you investigated some old crimes. Do you have a good reason for that?" asked madam Bones.

Tonks looked to the floor for a moment when she looked up she said.

"Ma'am I was asked by a friend to check if mister Crouch was compromised in a way. Said friend had suspicions about Crouch being under control of a third party. When I checked on him I found him most of the time being accompanied by miss Jerkins. I did not find this suspicious both of them need to work together for the tournament. But when I followed them I saw him following the orders of miss Jerkins.

I decided to investigate miss Jerkins further and found nothing of note. She seemed to be fond of the countryside for some reason so I checked some of the areas she travelled to. In a village called Little Hallington I met an old man who told me that I was the second woman to be interested in an old abandoned shack. He also insisted that miss Jerkins had been accompanied by the ghost of Tom Riddle."

Raising her hand made the auror in front of her desk stopped telling her tale.

Amelia asked: "Did he say Tom Riddle."

Tonks nodded and said "yes ma'am I even acquired his memory of the event."

Standing up and pulling her pensieve from its place in a cabinet madam Bones said. " Please show me that memory."

Tonks pulled the memory from her mind and placed it in the pensieve and followed her boss in to the pensieve.

When both women came out of the pensieve Amelia bit back a curse.

Tonks never having seen her boss this angry kept quiet.

"So you went checking the records for information about the murder of the Riddles. Summarise what you have found for me please?" Ordered Amelia.

Tonks nodded and started to speak.

"Around 1925 Bob Ogden went to investigate a case of assault on a muggle in little Hallington. This led to him returning to the ministry and gathering a group of aurors to arrest Marvolo and Morfin Guant. Father and son for muggle baiting and abuse of their relative Merope Gaunt.

Marvolo died in Azkaban after being convicted.

Morfin was found dead in his home in 1945 seemingly killed with a razor.

Nearby was also found the body of a unknown wizard who was killed piercing hex. The same day the Riddles were found dead in their home.

According to the investigation they were killed with the wand of Morfin Gaunt."

Amelia nodded after hearing the information.

"Auror did you find any clues to a possible suspect?" she asked.

Tonks nodded.

"At that time there was a Tom Marvolo Riddle attending Hogwarts ma'am. He would enter his seventh year in September of that year. My money is on him."

Amelia nodded and raised her wand and wrote in fiery letters Tom Marvolo Riddle in the air and rearranged the letters till they formed another name.

Tonks swore when she saw I am lord Voldemort."

"My sentiment exactly auror Tonks. You probably stumbled on one of the few death eaters remaining in the ministry."

Tonks nodded and asked. "What is going to happen now ma'am?"

"For the moment we will put surveillance on both Crouch and Jerkins."

Tonks nodded again. "What do I tell my friend?"

"Nothing for now. And off the record who is your friend?" asked Amelia.

"Crouch his heir sought out my cousin's goddaughter." Answered the auror.

Amelia groaned when she heard that answer. Having a very good idea who said goddaughter was.

Private airstrip somewhere in England P.O.V.

Minerva MacGonagall watched from a distance while her former students said good bye to each other.

It was strange to see one of her former cub who was a muggleborn have a moment with a man who had been a death eater and a pureblood fanatic.

Still she could tell that their love was genuine. For a moment she felt a emotion she could not place till after a moment.

Jealousy pure unaltered jealousy.

Whole her life she never had anyone genuine loved her like the two saying goodbye had loved her.

Her husband had been an agreement between the two families. He had acted like he loved her but Minerva had known better.

In all the years after there was only her mission and she could have ensnared Albus further but her desire for real love had stopped her.

She decided at that moment if she found someone she would go for it.

When the plane left Marlene walked to the other women and both left in an car who drove away.

New Orleans P.O.V.

An older pair was walking down the streets of New Orleans taking in the sights. When they seated themselves at a small café nobody took notice of them.

"Well Albus I hope your friend will show up." grumbled the woman while she sipped from her drink.

The man gave her a twinkle eyed smile and answered. "I think he will my dear. The amount of information that I gave should entice him."

"Good because the left time I was in this city I outstayed my welcome for a long time." Grumbled Anna.

"You never told me why?" inquired Dumbledore.

"And that is with good reason Dumbledore. I found it hilarious but certain other factions did not." Said a new voice with a French accent.

When Albus looked up he saw a black man who was at least as old as his companion or maybe even older.

The man seated himself at the table while Anna glared at him. When the man saw the glare he chuckled and said.

"Relax general. Most of those involved can laugh about it nowadays." Turning to Albus he asked. "Is the information you send me genuine?"

"It is Michael, and that worries me." Albus replied.

The man shuddered for a moment.

"That bad?" Asked Anna.

"General let me put it this way if they used the method I think they did. Then is bad not the right term to use." Michael replied.

Both Albus and Anna nodded.

"The only piece of immediately advice I can give you is to keep the both of them away from each other at all costs. And find the thing that anchors him beyond his soul pieces." The man stood up from the table disappeared in the crowd leaving Albus and Anna to think about his words.

Alexander Johnson P.O.V.

Sitting behind his desk Alexander watched the amulet shimmer in his hand.

If everything went right he would gain the power he needed. While most of his pawns were still scattered or captured he was still on the way his grandfather had planned. Soon he could start the steps to the final part of his plans. And then Clan Akkaba would rule over the world under his rule.

Barty and Peter P.O.V.

Walking to the castle had not taken much time. When they arrived at the front gate it opened itself.

Looking at each other both men shrugged and entered the castle.