Work of fanfiction and butchering the English language.

Lucius Malfoy P.O.V.

Lucius Malfoy was not a happy wizard at the moment he was a guest of the ministry alongside a rather large group of his fellow death eaters.

He cursed himself silently. He had ignored the signs and had thought himself untouchable after the first wave of arrests. He had deemed his influence within the ministry enough to remain protected from any investigation.

Now he sat in a interrogation room chained to a chair and silenced by an auror who had left after placing him there.

After all this years the ministry seemed intent to clean house.

"Was it because off what had happened at the world cup?" he thought to himself. "Don't be a fool, they even found the less known death eaters." He chastised himself after a moment of thinking it over.

They must have forced Pettigrew to talk. He realised, and while the rat had not been in the high echelons of the death eaters it had known a lot about everything going on. And through their own foolishness actions this summer they had given Bones a legal excuse to go on the warpath.

But why now?

Outside the mansion of the dark lord Voldemort.

It seemed that luck was on the investigators side since they had started to monitor both Crouch and Jerkins.

They had found the hideout of the death eaters and to the surveying aurors surprise they seemed to be led by an alive lord Voldemort.

At the moment the death eaters he had gathered seemed to be most of those that had been in hiding.

To the aurors it seemed almost surreal to see the dark lord sitting in the garden enjoying the nice spring weather.

It became interesting when two death eaters appeared with a grizzled looking goblin. The goblin was certainly tall for his species almost reaching the shoulder of the dark lord.

When both had seated themselves beside the table the talk between the two had started and said talk had taken hours and to the aurors surprise both of them had seen to come to an agreement.

Hogsmeade

Hogsmeade weekend was as usual turning the quiet village into a very popular destination.

Most of the students of Hogwarts and the visiting schools had descended on the small village.

Ron and Fay had decided that they would visit the village together to the surprise of their friends.

Said announcement lead to a round of laughter when they heard the destination. A newly opened restaurant that would show a match between the Harpies and the Cannons that day.

Hermione had planned to visit some shops and have a butterbeer before going back to the school and do some more research.

After having found the book about the founders she seemed to be focused on something else beside her homework.

Parvati was going with Lavender while Moira was having a detention with Mrs. Weasley.

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Hermione to her great pleasure had been able to finish her shopping at a record pace. Even her time in the book store had been short to her standard.

Now she was sitting in the Hogshead. She had seen quite some public houses in her life but this one fell certainly in the category of "why am I here?"

It was a dirty place that seemed to be frequented by some of the more shady people of the wizarding world. Her being dressed in her school uniform made her stand out in this place.

At a nearby table sat a couple of surly looking wizards playing cards and behind the bar stood a bartender that looked like he was related to Dumbledore.

Having felt the compulsion spell hit her Hermione had decided to play a long and had entered the nearby pub.

Now she sat reading one of books she had bought at a corner table while keeping an eye on the door.

When the door opened she was surprised to see a small man walk in that walked to the bar and spoke to the bartender before making his way upstairs.

A few minutes later the bartender placed another butterbeer in front of Hermione.

Raising an eyebrow Hermione asked. "Who was the man offering me a drink?"

"Don't know missy just be careful." Was the man's reply.

Hermione nodded and drank the new butterbeer while finishing the chapter she was reading.

Standing up she placed her book in her bag and walked towards the stairs.

Making her way up the stairs she saw a door that was halfway open. Shrugging Hermione walked to it and knocked.

"Please come in miss Granger." Said a familiar voice.

Pushing the door further open Hermione laid eyes on somebody she had not seen in a while. Gone was the disguise and by the window of the room stood Minerva MacGonagal with her hands behind back watching the world go by outside.

Scanning the room Hermione found nothing that worried her.

"I came alone miss Granger." Said Minerva.

"I noticed that." Replied Hermione in a dry tone. "What do you want?"

"I am here as a messenger miss Granger. Not as your enemy."

" Well that is a surprise." Snorted Hermione adding a large dose of sarcasm she said.. "I thought you were here about my missing homework."

Turning around McGonagall gave her former student her patented glare.

"Do not joke around miss Granger. I have a message for Moira."

"And the message is?" said Hermione.

"The man I served is after her he hopes to use her to resurrect Voldemort."

"How?" Asked Hermione.

"I don't know but the people I am working with are in a tizzy about Voldemort's horocruxes. I fear that Moira is one those as well."

" I see." said Hermione "Any more information? Perhaps your current address. I know a lot of people that want to talk to you."

Minerva MacGonagal smirked at the last words of the girl and replied." Maybe another time miss Granger." Before she disappeared with a pop.

Putting Horocruxes on her research list in her mind Hermione made her way downstairs. The bartender stood beside the stairs waiting for her.

"You heard everything?" Asked Hermione

The man nodded.

"Please contact your brother and ask that he contacts me as soon as possible." The bartender held up his hand making Hermione smirk while she pulled a couple of sickles from somewhere and placed them in the man's hand.

"I don't know which of you two Dumbledores is the most interesting character." Said Hermione before she left the pub. The bartender just watched her leave with a smirk.

Moira P.O.V.

Moira was not a happy student at the moment. Her detention was no fun at all. Having to clean the potions classroom was a task she rather would not do again. She wondered what the seventh years had been brewing yesterday because all the stains were near impossible to remove.

Behind her desk sat Mrs. Weasley who was marking homework. Once in a while she looked up and watched Moira work.

After another hour Moira was finished with her detention and even complimented by her teacher for her good work.

Sitting in front of the teachers desk she sipped a cup of tea that her teacher had just poured her.

"I hope you have learnt your lesson dear." Said Mrs. Weasley.

"Yes professor. I did." Said Moira while she put her cup down.

After that the two chatted a bit Mrs. Weasley was very interested how Moira was doing beside classes and Moira was happy enough to answer her.

When Moira left the potion class room it was early in the afternoon and she decided to do something she had been secretly planning for a while.

She wanted to check out the chamber of secrets.

Making her way to the bathroom of Moaning Myrtle she found the ghost floating inside the bathroom.

After greeting the ghost Moira made her way to be where the entrance of the chamber was.

"Harry I would not do that." Said Myrtle who had guessed the girl's intention.

Ignoring the warning of the ghost Moira whispered the password

A moment later an alarm went off which startled the girl who was sucked against the celling.

Looking up to the girl stuck at the celling Myrtle said "I warned you." In a sing song voice.

A while later the headmistress came into the bathroom and looked up to the girl which was stuck at the celling.

"Well miss Potter. Would you like to explain yourself." The headmistress said.

"And please make it plausible."

Moira looked down and after a moment she said "I was curious about the chamber ma'am."

The headmistress nodded.

"Well curiosity isn't a crime miss Potter. Going in a forbidden area is. You will have detention for a week with me. Maybe we can find something that can keep you busy for a while."

"Yes ma'am." Replied Moira.

With a swish of her wand the headmistress levitated the girl down to the floor.

"Of you go miss Potter."

When Moira walked away she heard the older woman curse and mumble.

"Dang Flitwick won."

Hogwarts General P.O.V.

Moira found herself quite busy beside her detentions. It seemed that a lot of teachers had lost to the head of Ravenclaw and were taking it out on their students in her opinion.

Hermione and Parvati just rolled their eyes when she mentioned this while Ron agreed with her whole heartily.

It was also the week that saw Draco Malfoy gaining a letter from home before the newspaper revealed the arrest of his father and a couple of other prominent wizards and witches

This seemed to hit the blond boy quite hard.

When Moira this mentioned this in her session with doctor Malfoy the woman nodded but said nothing further about it.

The information that Hermione had been given by their former professor made their way to Muir island as well as to other persons of interest.

Hermione who was again reading the book of the founders found herself quite intrigued when it mentioned something about anchors for a soul in a chapter written by Helga Hufflepuff.

Going over the vague description the woman gave Hermione thought that she meant horocruxes.

It seemed that a horocrux could also be used to bind someone to something or someone.

The four founders had encountered in their travel a duo of witches that had a small company of men and women under their control through the creating of said things

Alexander Johnson P.O.V.

Johnson was seething with anger. The men he had send to capture that little redhead bitch had failed. For some reason the little bitch had not been in Hogsmeade. Why had his source not told him that?

Even worse both of them had been found in London with their throats cut.

He needed that girl even more than before.

Riddle had acquired a body without his "help". This had not been planned just like the arrests of all those "Imperiussed" death eaters

He shuddered at the thought that he would lose control over his pawns and that his plans would fail. All the hard work of his father and grandfather gone.

Angelina Johnson P.O.V.

Angelina was humming to herself why she read the letter that she got from one of her distant great uncles again. Said uncle seemed a bit of a gossip to her because he always asked about Moira or the other prominent students in the school.

Telling him what had happened this weekend to Moira would probably make his day she thought while gathering some writing essentials.

Muir island P.O.V.

To somebody that was not involved with the regular happenings at the research centre of lady Moira would be surprised at the group that was sitting around the conference table of said centre.

Beside the members of Excalibur and lady Moira there were a group of people clothed in robes.

Sitting beside his sister Pete Wisdom was grumbling after the local flying wildlife that had stolen his cigarettes again. At the moment said flying pest was being cooed at by his girlfriend while a hooded man studied the purple menace with great interest. Pete hoped that the hooded man would take said pest with him after this meeting.

When the last two guests arrived some eyebrows were raised. Albus Dumbledore had arrived in the company of someone a few had not expected.

When Fudge stood up and shook the woman's hand with great enthusiasm it was time for the non magicals to raise their eyebrows in question.

The meeting to most attending it seemed to go about the soul anchors of the dark lord and his recent resurrection.

"What are your plans for now minister?" asked Albus companion who had been introduced as Anna Coffee.

"Well madam, at the moment we seem to be looking for the same things as the dark lord. We have increased the security around Azkaban and are looking for a solution for the dementors." Answered the minister.

The woman nodded.

"Do you know how he acquired a normal body?" asked Datripper

Before Fudge could answer the head of the department of Mysteries replied.

"We suspect non magical means, his body seems far to healthy. Using a ritual to resurrect someone with a soul anchor mutilates the body."

"I agree with Croaker the body must have been cloned otherwise the horocruxes or the channelling amulet would alter the desired form." Added Magik while Daytripper nodded in understanding.

"Do we now who has helped him with that?" asked Lady Moira.

"Albus and I suspect a contact from miss Jerkins her father from the second world war. Her father was a follower of Grindewald." Answered Anna.

"Are you sure?" Asked the man that had been interested in Lockheed.

"Cloning a stable magical body is considered impossible."

"Quite sure some of my contacts in the intelligence community have pointed me to a man that had succeeded in cloning stable magical bodies in the war." Was her reply.

The faces around the table became grim.

"If he has a stable body and is searching for his soul pieces I fear that he has found a way to immortality not involving his anchors." Said Albus.

"Maybe he fears to be bound again." Said Daytripper.

"That might be it my dear. And let's hope it is his main reason for searching them." Said Albus.

"What about Moira are we sure that she is a horocrux?" asked Rahne.

"We don't know yet, were going over all the information we have at the moment. The soonest that we can take a look into that will be this summer. Said Croaker.

"Might the link between Tom Riddle and Moira work as a conduct for the negative magical energy?" Asked Rahne. "Moira has reacted quite aggressive a couple of times according to her friends that's quite abnormal for her."

The wizards and witches around the table seemed to think it over for a moment before Croaker answered. "it could be."

Wanting to change the subject Albus asked

"Did you found out who Minerva worked for?"

Romany Wisdom shook her head.

"We have some suspicions but no concrete facts or leads. After her meeting with miss Granger she disappeared again without a trace. But the information about her former boss seems to point to the enslavement theory surrounding the horocruxes."

Albus nodded.

"What are you planning to do about the death eaters?" Asked Brian Braddock.

"For now we keep an eye on them. Most of them are locked up for the moment at the ministry placing them with the dementors might be a bit too tempting target for Tom Riddle and his remaining followers." Answered the minister.

Brian nodded and asked "miss Granger informed us that McGonagall is working with a new group. Do you have any idea who that might be?"

The ministry workers shook their head.

"If their stone had not been destroyed I might have been tempted to point to the Flamels but they are dead." Said Albus.

After this the meeting came soon to an end an too Pete's great displeasure Lockheed stayed with his owner at Muir island.

That evening Rahne sat watching the stars while sipping from some hot chocolate.

Her thoughts were still with the meeting. How could people tear souls to pieces without any thoughts about the effects on said souls she asked herself.

She had seen a lot but this terrified her. She had seen how it affected Illyana. And was terrified it would turn her daughter in an evil version of herself.

"Worried about little Moira." Asked lady Moira. Who seated herself beside Rahne on the stone bench.

Rahne nodded.

"Moira is strong lass. She has faced much and always came out stronger if not a little wiser." Said lady Moira.

"But what if the connection with Tom Riddle has had already too much influence on her?" asked Rahne."What if it turns her in a raging monster?"

"Moira is strong Rahne. She had a hard life and instead of becoming bitter she made something from it. She found friends and family. If she would have acted like a broken woman I would have been worried." Said lady Moira.

"She might be moody and impulsive but she is also kind and caring. Tom Riddle had that taken from him when he was enslaved through his horocruxes."

"You think somebody forced him to make the horocrux?" Asked Rahne.

"It seems reasonable to me." Said lady Moira. "Tom spent most of the war with friends in the summer and many of them noticed a change in him in his fifth year."

Rahne nodded and said "All this talking about tearing souls to pieces terrifies me."

"Me to lass." Replied lady Moira. "Me too."

A.N.

Another chapter done.

Coming up the final task and the horocrux hunt.

Reviews and comments are welcome.