Hey y'all! Here's a Halloween chapter. I've been crazy busy lately, including serious job hunting and the possibility of moving states, so chapter 9 is pry not going to be out until late December or 2022. So make sure to enjoy this chap!

Edward was going down the stairs four by four when he heard a cry from Hermione and walked back up the stairs. The woman urged him to come back and, once upstairs, he saw Harry showing himself and his friend a plaque on the door opposite Sirius'. Immediately, without waiting, Edward read it: Do Not Enter Without the Express Permission of Regulus Arcturus Black. The alchemist's well-maintained brains didn't take long to make the connection:

"Regulus Arcturus Black… RAB? We finally found the bastard?!"

"Edward! Watch your language! But yes, everything matches. According to Harry, he was a Death Eater and if he became disenchanted, then he would have wanted to bring Vol… Uh, I mean You Know Who down! We have to tell Ron! Ron! Ron! We found RAB!"

"No kidding? So it's not giant spiders? Your screams made me think you- Wait, Regulus Arcturus… RAB! You found the bastard?!"

"Ron! Language! But how can we be sure?"

"By going in and looking." Harry replied, trying to open the door and then having to use a silent alohomora to open the door (silent spells were still required, on pain of Ed hitting him with his wand). Harry, Ron, and Hermione began to search the room from top to bottom, trying all possible means to find the locket. A moment later, they saw that Edward didn't seem in a rush to get to work and the three of them glared at him as they silently ordered him to participate. But the alchemist seemed pensive, like when he was thinking about something. So his friends, knowing that he might have something interesting for them, waited until he was finished.

"I think it's pointless to search here. Do you remember when you had to clean the house from top to bottom, all those objects that tried to hinder us… What if those had been clumsy little traps to prevent us from looking any further?"

"I thought about it," Hermione said. "The clock that spat bolts, those dresses that tried to strangle Ron… You're right, Edward, they were obstacles preventing us from finding the locket."

"And where were the most traps?" Ed asked in an urgent voice.

"If I remember correctly, it was in the living room, where we found this bewitched music box, this snuff box full of wart powder and this… locket!" Hermione exclaimed, furious with herself. "Remember, we all tried to open it, but couldn't!"

"Shit! If it only opened with Parseltongue, if I had tried, maybe Dumbledore could have focused on the other Horcruxes!" Harry cried furious with himself.

"Harry, you didn't even know about the Horcruxes back then. So stop being unreasonable." Hermione said in a soothing voice.

"You're right…" Harry whispered, ashamed to have let himself be carried away before continuing: "Kreacher recovered a lot of objects behind our backs. Perhaps the locket was part of it. Let's go to his hiding place and search there."

No sooner said than done. They went down to the boiler room where the old house elf's lair was, but their findings were only disappointing: an old wizarding genealogy book and a dead mouse. The four wizards sighed in disappointment but Harry wasn't done. He called Kreacher who appeared immediately muttering insults at Ed, Hermione and Ron. The house elf was harshly taken back when Harry forbade him to swear at his friends and then finally asked him the key question by ordering him to answer with the truth: had he recovered the gold medallion?

The response was positive but the rest was much less: apparently Mundungus Fletcher had stolen all kinds of things from Kreacher's lair and in particular Regulus Black's locket. The house elf seemed to have a deep respect for Master Regulus, as he called him, and he would have hit his poor head against a poker if Harry, with his Seeker reflexes, hadn't stopped him from killing himself. Obviously, Kreacher had done everything to protect this locket and the fact that he had failed filled him with sorrow and hatred towards himself. Harry stood up to the elf and asked him to tell him what really happened insisting that it was the truth. And the elf obeyed.

Kreacher told them how, for years, Regulus had been immersed in the Pureblood ideology and had supported Voldemort until he was sixteen when he was admitted to the ranks of the Death Eaters. A year later, the Dark Lord had asked him for an elf and Regulus had lent him Kreacher while telling him to return once his task had been accomplished. After that the tale turned into a nightmare, a very familiar nightmare for Edward and Harry, in which the poor elf had accompanied Voldemort to a dark cave, embarked with him in a ghostly green boat and was forced to drink an atrocious potion causing terrible things to the drinker. After hearing the unfortunate elf begging for his master and mistress, the Dark Lord, laughing, had placed a locket in the basin.

But where the tale differed from what Harry and Ed had experienced was when, simply following Regulus' orders, Kreacher teleported to Regulus' side. Edward immediately understood that the house elf had used his own unique magic to come back. He saw Hermione widen her eyes as she remembered the contents of the book Ed had given her for her birthday. She declared in an icy voice that Voldemort had never had to think about house elves, considering them unworthy of his attention. It never occurred to him that they could have powers that he did not have himself. It was, Edward thought, a habit and a weakness of Voldemort to underestimate the small and the humble.

After that, Kreacher had explained to his master what had happened which had, it seems, greatly disturbed the young Regulus who had ordered him to remain hidden for some time. And, one night, the teen had asked his elf to take him to the cave and, like the last time, they had taken the boat to reach the basin filled with the potion. Harry wondered for a moment if Regulus had made him drink the potion like Voldemort had. But he understood when he remembered the loyalty of Kreacher, which resembled so strongly that which Dobby had for him, that this bond of dedication had undoubtedly been two ways.

Moreover Kreacher explained how his master had forced him to exchange the two lockets once he himself had drunk the potion while ordering him to destroy it and then to tell his family nothing about what had happened- and after that the poor elf must have watched his beloved master being dragged by the Inferi into the depths of the black lake. Hermione wanted to hug him, but Kreacher, used to the way his old masters thought, rebelled against that and then punished himself for breaking Harry's orders, so Harry had to order him to stop hitting himself.

The House Elf then recounted how he had spent over fifteen years attempting to destroy the locket, making attempts and then punishing himself over and over again as his mistress let herself die, mad with grief, not knowing what had happened to her second son. But Harry couldn't understand why Kreacher had betrayed Sirius when, towards the end, Regulus had obviously switched sides. But Hermione made it clear to him that Regulus, to protect his family, probably hadn't revealed anything about his change of heart, and although he was a slave, Kreacher also had a longing for affection, which the Black family- except for Sirius- had lavished on him. And in the end, Harry's godfather's lack of empathy backfired when Kreacher revealed confidential information without knowing that in doing so he was going against Regulus' will. Harry sighed, knowing that what Hermione had said was correct. Sirius had probably never considered that Kreacher could be endowed with the same feelings as a man.

Harry ended up asking Kreacher to sit next to him to ask him something very important: he had to bring Mundungus Fletcher back in order to find the locket so that Regulus' death was not in vain. He explained, clearly, that their goal was to destroy it like Regulus would have wanted. To prove it to him, Harry took the fake medallion from his bag and gave it to him, saying that Regulus would no doubt have liked him to have it, as a token of all the suffering he had endured. After half an hour of sobbing, the upset house elf bowed deeply to Harry and Ron and even Hermione and Edward before disappearing in search of Mundungus Fletcher with a usual snap.

Unfortunately, the search for Mundungus was taking time, a lot of time, and to avoid leaving Harry and Ron moping in the gloomy house, Hermione and Edward set up a review program that forced everyone to focus on their studies instead of being bored. Initially, the two boys had protested but after the first evening spent without Kreacher, they had to finally get to work, supported by the books brought by Hermione and Edward. The girl, who was already well ahead of the schedule, looked for a coded message in the book in the meantime but was unsuccessful. The young Amestrian knew how to motivate the troops by always keeping them alert or by organizing duels to train them. The tension, however, had increased when two men had appeared in the small square and were observing the place where the house was hidden under the Fidelius. The occupants of 12 Grimmauld Place were convinced that they were Death Eaters, probably not wrongly and that made them all extremely nervous.

The third night arrived and found them all practicing stand-alone duels in the living room when they heard a noise outside behind the front door. Ron used the Deluminator to turn off all the lights in the house, a habit he had developed to make duels more difficult. When the person finally entered the house, they didn't wait for Moody's anti-intruder devices to go off to bombard the newcomer with a barrage of silent Petrificus Totali, relying on the good old precept taught by Edward: shoot first, ask questions later.

They then closed the door and, after recognizing Remus, removed the paralysis spell while keeping it all in play as the lycanthrope hastened to give them all the information they needed to be recognized as himself. He congratulated them on their precautions that had been beaten into them by Ed. Nevertheless, Harry still had to reveal to him that his Patronus had changed forms to that of a doe, so the Order would know.

The four teenagers then brought him up to speed on what they had been doing for the past three days, informing him that no one in the Order was to say the name of the Dark Lord or risk being spotted by the Death Eaters. Remus paled upon hearing this and immediately sent his patronus to brief Nymphadora to inform the entire Order of the Phoenix. The young people then asked for news of what had happened after the wedding. Lupin informed them that Ministry agents and Death Eaters- they were all the same now- had come. Apparently, they had tortured Scrimgeour to make him confess where Harry was, but he hadn't said anything before he died. The quartet's respect for the former minister grew even further, but it was unfortunately too late.

The Death Eaters had searched the Burrow from top to bottom but never approached the ghoul masquerading as Ron and had questioned the wedding guests for hours about Harry. But most of the guests (aside from the Order) didn't even know he had been there and so the Weasley family were in relative safety. Dedalus Diggle's house had been burnt to the ground and the Tonks family had been subjected to the Cruciatus without confessing.

Harry was surprised that the Death Eaters were able to pass so many important and powerful defensive enchantments, but Lupin explained to them that it was now easy to surpass them now that they had the power of the Ministry. They no longer hesitated to use violence or torture to hunt down Harry and Edward on the pretext that they were wanted in the investigation into Dumbledore's death. It was obvious they would use that pretext, after all, many people had seen them coming down from the tower moments after the Headmaster fell. That was what the Gazette article Remus had brought with him implied. Ed was not surprised and he said so out loud:

"I am not surprised. The first step after taking power by force is disinformation. They must have taken over the Daily Prophet as well as the Wizarding Wireless Network so they can spread their lies." Mustang had done the same on the Promised Day. Hopefully he would have enough popularity after that not to be sentenced to death in his inevitable trial.

"That's essentially it, except that for a coup, it took place rather smoothly and almost silently. They made it appear that Scrimgeour resigned and Pius Thicknesse replaced him as Minister."

"Why hasn't You Know Who proclaimed himself Minister of Magic?" Ron asked.

Edward then spoke- cutting off Lupin- to explain to his friends what was really going on.

"In my opinion, he doesn't need it because technically he's already the minister: Thicknesse is just a puppet whose strings he handles and takes care of the paperwork for him. In addition, in my opinion, by not being the official minister, he prevents wizards from mobilizing effectively against a clearly visible enemy." Father had done the same by letting Wrath and Pride control the growth of the country while he himself remained comfortably seated on his throne…

"That's right. A lot of people whisper that Vol- uh, You Know Who- must be behind it all, but that's the point: they whisper and don't dare talk to each other for fear of being betrayed. They are afraid that their suspicions will be founded and that their families will be attacked. As Edward said, by remaining masked, he prevents open rebellion and thus maintains confusion and fear." explained Professor Lupin.

"Plus, he has undermined your entire support base by making you a suspect in Dumbledore's death, which is a masterful blow. You can no longer be openly declared a hero, the symbol and rallying point of the resistance as long as doubts weigh on you. I bet that with Skeeter's articles, people are starting to doubt, maybe even fear you…" Ed said.

"That's silly! How can people think that way?" Hermione exclaimed.

"Believe me, in my experience, people are dumb, only individuals can be smart. And thinking in times of terror is very difficult: people react emotionally and not rationally, which allows doubt to form easily because of the atmosphere of fear and mistrust." Edward sighed.

"But that's not all. The Ministry has also started taking action against Muggleborns. Look at page 2." Lupin said, pointing to the Daily Prophet.

Hermione read aloud and with growing disgust the article regarding the Muggleborn register and how first generation wizards must have usurped their magic by force or theft. Ron was amazed that people could believe this nonsense but according to Lupin, it was already happening right now with Muggleborn roundups. Harry, Hermione and Edward recalled with horror their Muggle history lessons regarding the genocide of the Jews by the Nazis and with this story in particular of being unable to prove they had a magical parent. It was horribly close to the Nuremberg Laws.

Ron, for his part, was already starting to stammer that he could swear that Hermione was his cousin, but Hermione pointed out to him with a shaky and a little ironic laugh that their current relationship would then be rather incestous… And that, in addition, since they were on the run with the most wanted person in the country, it was not their main concern- that was to stay alive.

Then she asked what changes Voldemort had instituted for Hogwarts and Lupin replied that all young wizards had to register, which was not the case before but with the new law published the day before, the Dark Lord could watch over the wizarding population from their childhood. Edward added that this would blackmail families since there would undoubtedly be Death Eaters on the teaching staff and therefore parents would have to obey if they did not want to incur the Dark Lord's wrath on their children.

Everyone was disgusted to learn that blood status was now required to attend Hogwarts, which automatically eliminated Muggleborns. It was horrifying to know that young children, overjoyed at the idea of entering Hogwarts for the first time, risked being brutally questioned, or even being put to death for the simple fact of possessing magic without a valid explanation in the eyes of the Ministry.

Moments later, Remus asked to join the group of four teenagers and be told what Dumbledore had told them. Hermione looked puzzled and asked why he wasn't staying with Tonks. Remus didn't seem to understand until, under Edward's scrutinizing gaze, he finally confessed that his wife was going to have a baby and, despite the group's congratulations, he looked bitter. He insisted on being part of the group arguing in his favor but Harry and Edward asked him together why he was not staying with his wife and unborn child.

After much procrastination, Remus finally angrily explained himself: by marrying Tonks, he had, according to him, made her an outcast, even within his own family. Moreover, he was convinced that his child would be like him, a werewolf, doomed to suffering and the ostracization of his peers. And that even if he didn't contract lycanthropy, he would be ashamed of his father and be a hundred times better off without him in his life. Edward then spoke in an icy tone:

"And what makes you believe that? Don't you think your child will be happy or not, whether he is sick or not? What makes you believe that he would not be worthy to live like any other child, with both trials and joys?"

"I…"

"Remus," Harry said without waiting for his answer, "My father died to protect his family, not to abandon them. And it would be abandoning your child to go on an adventure with us. You're behaving as if you have no reason to live when you are going to have a son or a daughter soon. It's wrong."

"Remus… You can help in some other way without having to run away with us. Look at this chess game. Who do you think is the king on the white side?" Ron asked gravely.

"It's Harry." Remus replied as if it was obvious.

"No, Remus," Edward said, realizing where Ron was going. "The king is the next generation, the one we all need to protect and your child is one of them. There are many ways you can help. For example, I'm sure we would be more at ease if we knew that the Order was doing everything it could to save the Muggle-born youths who would have attended Hogwarts this year."

"That's true. A parent should not abandon their children unless they cannot do otherwise." Harry said, doing his best not to faint at the thought of all the parental figures that had left him.

Edward nodded, although there was bitterness in his eyes. He knew deep down that his father could not have done otherwise: he must have thought of Amestris as a whole weighing it against the happiness of his family. He had made his choice. This may have caused the death of his mother and, as a result, unimaginable suffering for his children, but in the end he had decided that hundreds of thousands of children and millions of parents also had the right to live, even at the expense of his own happiness. Now Edward understood how hard this choice must have been for his father, but he couldn't have done anything else.

"I see. If you don't want me ... Then I will at least make sure to protect the next generation. I'm going back to Tonks." Remus stated stoically.

And without looking back, he left the house as Harry slumped into a sofa, sighing:

"At least I didn't call him a coward. I wouldn't want that to be parting words. Thanks, Ron, Edward, for explaining to him."

The mood was dark after hearing this disturbing news. Edward was almost ready to make a surprise attack as usual to change his friends' minds but Harry had seen the newspaper. The alchemist doubted it would boost morale, but in times of war it was better to have information that was known to be false or unreliable than no information at all.

Harry leaned over the newspaper and read a passage from The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore by Rita Skeeter. The reading pared his morale down even further. Why had Dumbledore's mother hid her own family and her daughter in particular? He dropped the journal, letting depressing thoughts wash over him as if a Dementor was in the room. Edward in turn read the article in the newspaper and commented saying that there might be other reasons a mother could keep her daughter at home, such as illness and not, as Rita Skeeter frankly implied, that she could be a Squib.

At the same time, Kreacher and Mundungus appeared in the hall and quickly, the teens incapacitated the thief. There followed a muscular interrogation during which Mundungus told them almost his whole life story thanks to the pot shots given by the house elf. The show was quite fun but the four young people wanted specific information and finally, after ordering him to say where the gold locket he had stolen was, he said that a Ministry harpy with a bow in her hair who looked like a toad took it in exchange for turning a blind eye to his activities. Edward and Harry swore, holding their respective right hands. It was Umbridge, ex-High Inquisitor of Hogwarts.

After Obliviating Mundungus and having him dropped back into one of his lairs by Kreacher, the group of four began to discuss what they were going to have to do to retrieve the locket. In theory, it was simple: they would have to infiltrate the Ministry. Except there was the slight problem that Harry was wanted for ten thousand galleons, that Ron was supposed to be dying from Spattergroit, and that Hermione was one of the Muggle-borns at risk if they even set foot in the Ministry ...So the only solution was to break in under cover of the Polyjuice Potion stolen by Hermione, taking the place of several employees of the wizarding government. Suffice to say that it was not going to be easy.

"It would still be nice if we could ask Dad for help," Ron sighed as they sat at the table.

"If they intercepted something suspicious like a Patronus asking for information on the Ministry, Ron, the Death Eaters wouldn't hesitate to arrest your whole family. We cannot risk that. And besides, they would strengthen the security of the Ministry and it would become almost impossible to infiltrate," said Hermione.

"So we have no choice but to rely on your memories, Ron. Of all of us, you are the one who has a father who told him the most about the Ministry and who went there many times when he was little and those memories are not so easily forgotten. We must know everything about the Ministry, even the information that seems the most innocuous to you can be important because not knowing it could put us in a desperate situation!" Edward stated firmly.

"I don't like the idea of you using Legilimency on me! I have private things in my head!" Ron protested.

"Do you think I like it?!" Edward cried, blushing knowing what Ron was thinking about most of the time: Hermione. "Well, here I go- Leglimens!"

Soon Ed was in Ron's mind and he almost instinctively began sorting through the information that came his way by putting it into boxes as he saw it. The box for memories of the Ministry was gradually filling up thanks to memories of visits to the headquarters of the Wizarding Government, discussions with his father, Percy's speeches… When he was certain Ron had exhausted all his memories related to the Ministry, Edward jumped out of his mind and landed on his knees as the young Weasley massaged his head. He seemed surprised:

"I have a migraine from hell, but it also feels like when my mom cleaned my room… when I was little." Ron added when he sensed Hermione's amused air.

"It's because I rearranged your thoughts a bit and sorted them. It was a mess in there." Edward said apologetically.

"Convenient. So what did you notice?" Ron asked.

"Many things. We will have to make files on each person we risk meeting and learn as much as possible about them. We will also have to keep abreast of all the news in the newspaper in order to know the status of everyone in the wizarding world so as not to be spotted. We must also choose the right person to get as close as possible to Umbridge and take the locket. We may even have to learn a few spells to do whatever the people that we're disguised as are supposed to be doing when we infiltrate the ministry." Edward explained, clearing his mind.

"In that case, I guess we might as well get started right away." Hermione said enthusiastically.

"Might as well," Harry sighed.

"Oh no… not homework," Ron muttered as his girlfriend pulled a bunch of clipboards, quills, and parchment from her bag.

For four weeks, the little quartet worked harder than they did during their OWLs. Every morning, they would go to the official entrance of the Ministry and observe the wizards and witches who passed through, observing their clothes, their faces, listening attentively to the most innocuous conversations and writing them down in notebooks to analyze during the afternoon.

They would also read the newspaper from cover to cover for the latest news, such as who was dead, who was of "clean" or "unclean" blood, who had been promoted and why… It was a long, difficult and- according to Ron- very boring job, but essential and vital according to the other three. Every evening, during the meal prepared by Kreacher, they did tests to find out what they had retained during their day:

"What do navy blue robes mean? And what should you do if you are asked to do your job?" Edward asked Ron as he sliced a piece of grilled ham.

"They're the blokes in the window maintenance department of the Ministry. Uh, as it happens, I can use Solaris Tempus or better Meteolojinx recanto to cast good weather on the windows of the building or at worst, if that does not work, an impervio to protect them from the rain… The one we're going to use is called Reginal Cattermole, he is very popular with his co-workers. That's all I know." Ron said, holding Ed's gaze while paling and sweating lightly.

"Indeed. But the problem is, he's married to a first-generation witch who is therefore on the Muggle-born registry, according to today's Daily Prophet. He has two children. The interview of his wife, Mary Elisabeth, takes place the day after tomorrow. However, he's the one we know best so we'll have to use him anyway."

"Harry, your turn. Who is Runcorn?" Hermione asked, winking at Ron to tell him he had done well.

"He is a collaborator of You-Know-Who's regime. According to the Prophet, he denounced several colleagues for having Muggle roots. He takes the opportunity to place friends of his in sweetheart positions. He works on the first floor of the Ministry, in direct contact with Death Eaters, even if he does not yet have access to the highest positions since he has no direct connection with the Ministry via floo powder."

"Exactly. You will have to be very careful not to speak in a friendly way to those who are inferior to you and kiss ass to those who seem superior to you. If you don't know them, ignore them." Edward stated.

"My turn. I'll try to take the place of Mafalda Hopkrick, assistant in the Improper Use of Magic Office. She is used to taking several tokens with her in case she loses some since she dropped some the last time. She's terribly nervous, that's good, I don't think I would be very comfortable playing a role either." Hermione whispered as she hugged her notes to herself.

"I'm taking Bode's place in the Department of Mysteries," Edward said. "He's an Unspeakable so he doesn't have to talk to others, and since his accident a year and a half ago he's been even more withdrawn, according to rumors." Edward said, reading his card carefully.

"Is it really wise for the four of us to go? I mean… Hermione is on the Muggle-born registry and didn't show up for the mandatory blood status interview…" Ron said, glancing at his girlfriend.

"And you are supposed to be dying from spattergroit at home. As for Edward and Harry, they have a bounty of ten thousand galleons each on their heads. If there's one place they shouldn't be, it's in the Ministry!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Okay, then I'll stay here and if you can defeat Vol- I mean Riddle without me, let me know…" Harry joked.

"No way I'm staying here. Imagine if things go wrong, what would you do without me?" Edward joked in turn.

The dinner ended with a friendly argument and then they went to bed. The next day, the little plaza outside 12 Grimmauld Place was occupied by a dozen people who were closely observing the supposed location of the Black house. The Death Eaters thought they saw an elbow for half a second, but it wasn't enough to reveal the mansion. In the meantime, Harry had returned with the newspaper and presented it to the others without a word. Reading the Prophet, they learned that Severus Snape was confirmed as Headmaster for Hogwarts.

"That's good news, isn't it?" Hermione asked in a hesitant voice.

"What worries me is that he won't have a free hand with Death Eaters like the Carrows around. He can't raise any suspicions by being too indulgent in his punishments. And I'm sure the two Death Eaters will want to do their own punishments…" Harry stated.

"I hope Neville, Luna, and Ginny can organize a resistance quietly," Ron whispered, very worried for his sister.

"At worst, they'll have the Chamber of Secrets or the Room of Requirement as a safe haven in case things really go wrong. And I'm sure the House Elves will be ready to supply them. Hopefully, Snape won't give them any contrary orders and they'll be ready to give them a hand. More than anyone else, Death Eaters underestimate House Elves." Hermione said emphatically.

"That is very true. Okay, tomorrow the infiltration begins. Everyone has better get some sleep." Edward said, noticing Harry rushing towards the bathroom with his hand fixed on his scar. Hermione gave Ed an accusing look, saying:

"The connection between You Know Who and him has reopened, hasn't it? I thought he had a suitable level of Occlumency!"

"His level is more than adequate, Hermione. He even manages to push me away, to say the least! The problem is with the scar, it's too peculiar and he really can't do anything about it except endure the images." Ed sighed, trying to reveal as little as possible.

When Harry came out of the bathroom, he told them that Voldemort seemed to be looking for Gregorovitch, the wand maker from Eastern Europe. He had murdered a woman and her family when he learned that he no longer lived at the address given. This image haunted Harry and he couldn't get to sleep until early in the morning.

Translator's notes: Yes, that speech that Ron gives to Remus is based on the one Asuma gives to Shikamaru in Naruto in the original as well. (I feel ashamed to have recognized it immediately… OTL)

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