Hello everyone, I am sorry for taking quite a while, but I will not lie... I watched Cyberpunk Edgerunners, and I cried and started to play again. Sorry. In anycase, I'll make sure to keep things in place. As well as to keep writing hard and stiff for all of you.

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The White Lion of the Red Keep (One Chapter!)

The White Wolf of Winterfell (One Chapter!)

Overlord: The Demon Empress (One Chapter!)

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Ah, also, I know that in the Harry Potter movies, they made this... reaction every time they destroyed a Horcrux. I know that Harry didn't feel anything like he didn't even react to it in the books. But I kind of like that change in the movies. Well, I just wanted to put my own version of it. A twist of sorts. Hope is cool, choms.

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Chapter 26

The ideal situation for Harriet would have been if she could tell her father what she found, leaving aside some minor details. But nonetheless, Harriet would have ended all quite fast if that was the case. Yet, it seemed she wouldn't get her way for now. There were just too many things that didn't allow to do so, like the suspicious arrival of Lucius Malfoy at Hogwarts with minister Fudge, among other things. Harriet's instincts told her to discover the real reason behind the sudden attacks on Hogwarts, there was more than met the eye, and she could sense it. Still, Harriet was now thinking deeply, or who could it be and why now.

"The heir of Slytherin," Harriet muttered softly. "I wonder who it could be."

Harriet and the rest were waiting patiently near the girl's lavatory, hiding among the cubicles, patiently expecting someone to arrive.

"It has to be a Slytherin," Daphne whispered slowly, blushing at the fact her hips were touching Harriet's.

"Perhaps, it wouldn't surprise me, although that would bring more questions to the table," Blaise replied. "Such a gift like the parseltongue could be used to make waves in the Snake house. Surely, if you were a Slytherin heir, wouldn't you use your connection with the Lord of Snakes to get the upper hand against the small council?"

"And make everyone respect you and fear you," Fleur added, understanding the reasoning behind Blaise's words.

"Maybe, that person didn't want to bring that much attention to himself?" Neville stated. "After all, we would have known by now if there was someone related to Voldemort and Slytherin."

"Possible."

The group waited for a few more minutes, just waiting quietly, knowing that the entire school was on lockdown since the announcement of Pansy Parkinson's status. It was only a matter of time and luck to see if the heir of Slytherin would try to do something else since Dumbledore was not in the school. And it did happen just as they thought. They heard some walking hastily, approaching the bathroom. Harriet nodded at them as they all waited for a bit more just to listen to the words of the supposed heir of Slytherin.

Suddenly they heard a whisper, a hissing tone, but it belonged to a woman. A young girl. Harriet nodded at them, and suddenly Tina, who was just waiting for the right moment to leap and attack, threw herself to the red-haired girl. Tina was using one of her abilities to make herself invisible. Tina hissed as she locked the girl's arms and legs and put her face down.

"I got you!" Tina exclaimed triumphantly.

Harriet saw how the sink transformed into a sort of entrance, a tunnel going down and down, with seemingly no end. "Mm, well, it's quite the long way down." She muttered as she glanced at the girl pinned down by Tina and practically pointed by every single wand available. Harriet gazed at her and frowned.

"Uh, do I know you?" Harriet asked, as the red-haired girl just stared at her.

"Ginevra Weasley, first-year Gryffindor," Neville muttered.

"Wait... Weasley?" Harriet stuttered.

"Ronald Weasley's younger sister," Fleur replied with a suspicious tone. "I didn't know. They were related to Slytherin."

"They aren't," Blaise whispered as he stared at the red-haired girl, who seemed to only stare at them in some trance. He frowned, leaning forward, watching those blue eyes of hers. Ginny's eyes were without emotion, no light shining in there.

"She's under some kind of possession," he declared, watching how the girl was behaving.

"Truly?"

"Indeed, otherwise, the girl would have said something by now."

"Mm, it's my first time watching someone in this... situation," Harriet muttered, watching with intrigue at the small red-haired girl.

"Oh-I... I think she is in a daze, but maybe she's conscious; she can't control her body.

Harriet approached her but locked her eyes on Ginny, looking at those blurry eyes. She would have paid more attention to Ginny's lost gaze if Harriet didn't grow curious about a book the girl was carrying, holding it as if her life depended on it. It was quite unsettling sight, especially noticing how young the girl was. Ginny still had those chubby baby cheeks and freckles. But the way Ginny glared at Harriet, with that unfocused gaze, and how tightly those arms hugged the book, brought concern to Harriet.

"She's holding something," Harriet whispered. "Ginny, I don't know if you can hear me, but I am trying to help you. Please listen to my voice if you can."

Harriet spoke clearly and loudly. She read once that it was possible to reach someone while possessed. It may look like a fever dream for Ginny, but if Harriet was right, maybe her voice could call her. Still, Harriet took an opportunity to try and get the strange book, but she should have been more careful. Ginny's reaction was of a wild animal when Harriet reached for the peculiar and old notebook she was holding. Harriet let a small wince of pain as Ginny practically bite her hand, hard enough to cause some bleeding. It wasn't a deadly wound or hurt Harriet much. It was more the surprise that made Harriet lean backward.

"Okay, that hurts," Harriet hissed as Fleur made sure to stop the bleeding using her own dress. She was also quite close to snapping the girl's neck. But that would be troublesome.

"Are you alright?" Fleur asked worriedly.

"Yeah, just... I was stupid, ugh," Harriet groaned, watching the blood pouring down her hand. "Neville, can you give me the book?"

"No problem," Neville replied. "Tina, Dora, can you hold her down, please? I don't want to hurt her."

They nodded, and again as if Ginny was a rabid down, both girls pushed the small body down. Holding the girl's arms and legs locked between their legs. Neville smiled at Ginny apologetically. He didn't want to use too much force. Because he knew that in terms of pure raw strenght. Neville was truly one of a kind only; Fleur could compare to him.

Ginny's behavior was erratic. She was trying desperately to break free but couldn't do so. Neville took the notebook from the grasp of the crazy animalistic girl. But soon, Ginny's body limped, and the girl passed out like a puppet whose strings were cut down.

"Is she dead?" Rofl asked timidly.

"No, it seems that the note was controlling her," Neville stated, watching the book, which seemed just like a normal book and nothing more. Harriet took the notebook and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. She opened it and saw nothing. It was empty.

"What is it?" Daphne asked.

"Um, an empty diary of sorts," Harriet replied.

"Strange," Harriet muttered, but soon she saw the name behind the name written on the back of the strange little notebook. "Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Then, it clicked for Harriet as she stared at the diary one last time. "It's a Horcrux."

The children gasped at her as she started to understand why the red-haired girl behaved in such a way. Granted, Harriet wasn't well-versed in the making or how Horcrux works. But, she believes such a dark item could mess with people's heads and even control them in some capacities. And knowing Voldemort, Harriet thought such an item wasn't left behind only because he forgot about it. No, Harriet believed with all her heart that Voldemort's plans for this little diary involved the Basilisk and his possible return.

"We need to tell my father about this," Harriet said, looking at them. "We have the culprit and the reason behind it."

Harriet now feels quite dirty, holding little Tom's diary, like having a well-preserved piece of turd in her hand. But with that said, Harriet feels quite happy knowing she has a part of Voldemort's soul. Yet, her knowledge of that particular section of magic wasn't enough to truly understand what to do with that diary. Two people knew a great deal of this sorts of magic.

Her mother and Albus Dumbledore. Great, truly wonderful. Harriet thought with a groan. But Harriet needed to be smart and use this opportunity to her advantage.

"We need to tell professor McGonagall... and my dad. Also," Harriet looked at Ginny, unconscious on the ground. "This girl may be a mind healer. I don't think dealing with Voldemort's Horcrux for such a long time would do good for her."

"And the entrance?" Blaise asked, staring down at the hole with mild amusement.

"Mm, we can't leave it open like that... I wonder," Harriet then wondered if she should just say close in Parseltongue.

"Let's see," Harriet then hissed like a snake. It was strange speaking like that. It was as if the words just made sense. She just spoke knowing how to pronounce the word, and it came naturally. The sink obeyed her and slowly closed up.

"Mm, this is cooler than I thought," Harriet smiled.

"I want her to hiss in my ear," Daphne muttered on the back.

"Alright, let's not waste more time here. We do have a lot to do."

Harriet said as she left the girl's bathroom with everyone else. Holding Tom Riddle's diary. She wanted to know so many things about Voldemort, but more importantly. Harriet wanted to make sure to hurt him deeply.

"I can't have my name driven in the mood for this any longer!" Minister Fudge screamed angrily as James and Amelia stood there, listening with frustrated faces and quite an angry posture as the minister of magic kept rambling about his image to the public like they cared.

"Your name shouldn't be important now, minister," Amelia drawled patiently. "We have petrified children. I think that should be the one thing concerning you."

Fudge stared at them with his tongue trapped inside his mouth. He had nothing to say, but of course. Fudge didn't need to since there, obviously, just smiling politely at them, was Dolores Umbridge. She, the pink toad, just held that big, condescending smile.

"My dear Amelia, are you implying that minister Fudge doesn't care for the safety of the children?" Umbridge stated dramatically as James and Amelia just sneered at her, knowing the game she wanted to play. They weren't going to give her the satisfaction of turning it against them.

"If I remember correctly, it's your job as the head of the department of magical enforcement to make sure things like this do not happen. Isn't that, my dear Amelia?" Umbridge stated with a smirk on her face. A sweet malicious smile. Amelia wasn't amused by the way the woman smiled at her.

"I am not your dear, madam undersecretary. I am Lady Bones or Head Auror for you."

Amelia sneered, and Umbridge's lips became a straight line as, trying to hide her lips away and her fury. Umbridge hated the fact that she had to call her a lady. The sensation of being always underneath someone like Amelia was a humiliating feeling for Umbridge. But she'll have her due one day. Umbridge's dreams would come, and she would ensure everyone understood her. But for now, Umbridge would play along.

"Of course, Lady Bones," Umbridge replied with a high-pitched voice. James just groaned at the sound of her voice inside his ears.

"Nevertheless, the minister is our duty to protect the students, and closing the school would achieve just that. Then so be it."

"You understand the PR disaster this will bring to me?!" Fudge exclaimed angrily. "I would have to notify the parents of everything! And the Muggle minster of what's happening since it includes Muggleborns. The public would demand answers and put my head on a spike!"

James just scoffed at the crying man. "You're the minister of magic. That's your job to deal with this fallout."

Fudge did not like that reply at all. "My job?! This is not my duty! I will not bear this responsibility at all!"

"We warned you about not giving us the power to close Hogwarts when the first attack occurred. You, and no one else, told us that if anything were to happen, you would bear the responsibilities."

James pointed out, not hiding his disgust. He was tired of the pathetic little fat man. Fudge's actions had made it impossible for the Aurors to work properly. A huge and irritable wall stopped them from doing what they were supposed to do. Now, when everything was going down, the fat pig man refused to even look at the way things were changing. How things were slowly becoming horrible and not capable of taking responsibility.

And now, when children were being attacked, Fudge's actions spoke loudly about the type of person he truly was.

"This is beyond the power of the minister, Auror Potter. This responsibility falls on your department and your incapability to find the culprit."

Umbridge replied with a clear understanding of what could happen to Fudge's power if people thought he could not find a solution to what was happening to Hogwarts. Especially since the public had no idea what was happening in the magical school. Umbridge would not let those letters arrive at their destination. No, she had some favors and promised something in return. But no one could know what was taking place. Not a living soul.

If Fudge fell, she would go down with him. Umbridge couldn't allow it to happen.

"If you can't find the culprit, then maybe we need a better auror captain," Umbridge stated with an arrogant smirk. Fudge's eyes smiled brightly at the idea but were quickly put down by Amelia's glare.

"That's not for you to decide, madam Undersecretary, neither you, minister Fudge."

Amelia practically scowled at both of them with her famous stone-cold blue eyes. "The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is out of your authority. Only the Wizengamot or the Defence council can decide who becomes a captain. Not the minister or his... secretary."

Umbridge's face glowed red, and Fudge paled before coughing awkwardly.

"I-Yeah... I'll leave this matter to you," Fudge muttered.

"Good. Now, we will close Hogwarts, take the students back home, and thoroughly search Hogwarts to search for the Chamber of Secrets. I'll ask the High Table for some of their agents, and we will make a public statement. All of us."

Fudge sighed deeply, not wanting to prolong the unnecessary. "Yeah... of course."

"Good."

As she promptly left the Fudge's office, Amelia only stated as James grinned widely.

"Why the smile, James?" Amelia sighed.

"Nothing, I just like watching Fudge being put in his place," James replied while smiling.

"Yes, I'll admit that even I had some joy in it. But we must not forget what we must do."

"Of course," James said before looking at Amelia with worry in her eyes. "Are you sure about the High Table? If I remember, you don't like them to be much."

"And they don't like me. It's mutual."

James knew Amelia's reasoning for distrusting the High Table was that they operated above the law. They couldn't be arrested or put on trial for using dark magic or doing more shady things in the Ministry. James understood they needed those privileges to explore and investigate magic and its workings. So, pushing boundaries of what was morally wrong or right came with the job. However, the Unspeakables were highly mysterious and quite strong wizards and witches detached from society. They didn't care what was happening with the rest of the world or anything else. Only ancient secrets and lost magic.

Yet, during the last war, some Unspeakables turned out to be on Voldemort's side. Why? Voldemort's honey words of pushing magic and bringing a new age to the Wizarding World were enough to get some to his side. And that was incredibly horrible. Even though it was only a few Unspeakables joined Voldemort. Each one of them was on an astonishing level. They were the most ruthless and deadliest duelist during the war. So much so that the High Table had to take part in the war and hunt down their agents who backstabbed the order. It was the only thing the High Table took seriously. Betrayal.

Once the war was over, the High Table purged their ranks once they discovered how deep Voldemort had infiltrated them. Still, Amelia doesn't trust them. Their secrecy was like Dumbledore, that sensation of condescending knowledge she hated so much.

"In anycase, we must make sure to sweet the school, from top to bottom."

"I know it would take us a while."

James sighed, but a black-haired wizard soon approached them, panting deeply.

"Sirius?" James asked, watching his friend catch for breath.

"James, Amelia, we need to get to Hogwarts now," Sirius said, pulling a small mirror. "You're not going to believe what just Harriet did."

Harriet stared at the diary with mild interest. She contemplated writing on it and started repeating the word egg face all over the place, just to see if someone was there.

"Nevertheless, this feels disgusting," Harriet said as she held the diary with her finger. "How is the girl?"

Harriet looked at the Ginny girl lying on the bed, unconscious and whimpering.

"She must be having nightmares," Hannah whispered, feeling sad for the poor girl.

"Maybe, some side effects from the diary?" Hermione replied as Blaise hummed deeply.

"That could be it. That diary is dark magic, so the girl may still be under the effects of the little book, but since she's not holding it anymore. Whatever was happening to her has stopped, for now."

Blaise noticed how paled the girl seemed to be. And she didn't look better.

"Uh, she is getting cold," Rolf stated, touching the girl's cheeks. "Maybe she's having her final dreams?"

"Uh? Maybe... I have never seen someone die before me. I wonder if she's going to just... stop breathing," Tina added.

"Stop both of you," Hannah said, not liking their lack of empathy.

Harriet now paid attention to the diary. It's starting to feel rather strange to hold it. A strange feeling of wanting to write in it. But that couldn't be it. She checked it for any compulsion curse or anything of sorts and showed nothing. The diary was clean as it could be, putting aside the fact that it was a Horcrux. Harriet frowned, wondering if the scar played a role in this sick fascination to write on it. But, regardless of it. She wasn't going to give Voldemort's soul a chance.

"Hold it for me. This Horcrux wants me to write on it."

Harriet said as Fleur picked up the diary immediately. "I'll choke it until it bleeds."

"Uh, it's a book, so I don't think it can bleed," Harriet replied, amused.

Harriet then heard a commotion arriving at the hospital wing, and she whistled, watching her father and godfather coming, barely being able to breathe.

"Shush, that was fast," Nymphadora whistled. "You owe me."

Tracey hissed bad and muttered under her breath about paying her later.

"Harriet," James approached her. "What did happen?" He asked with a troubled voice. Harriet sighed as she pointed at Ginny and the diary.

"A Horcrux was controlling this girl," Harriet said. "I had my questions about the heir of Slytherin. So, I did my own investigating and found the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets by searching about the last time it was supposed to open."

Harriet stated before watching everyone clearly. "Moaning Myrtle, do you know her?"

"Uh, yeah, I do," James replied, hiding a smile, already knowing where Harriet was going with it.

"She was the last victim of the Basilisk. And she died there and was still there in the entrance."

Amelia hummed deeply. "You had the same hunch, James," the red-haired woman stated and saw the proud smile on Jame's face.

"What can I say, like father like daughter," James replied proudly. Harriet just rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, and I thought that by waiting there, we would be able to catch the supposed heir. I bet you didn't think about that, eh?!"

"Of course I did. I am an auror captain," James smiled smugly. But then looked at the girl. "Isn't that Arthur's daughter?"

"Ginny Weasley," Sirius muttered. "She doesn't look good at all."

"Harriet, where is the Horcrux?"

"Fleur?" Fleur sighed as she gave the diary to James. The captain looked at it and quickly saw a name written on it.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle?"

"Yes, and you know who that person is?" Harriet smiled as she watched the reaction of all of them.

James, just like the rest, then gasped.

"No bloody fucking way," Sirius whispered.

"That's... is that his name?" Amelia whispered as she realized the implications of what it could mean. "Voldemort is a muggle-born?"

"A half-blood," Harriet said, smiling. "Quite the revelation that the one wizard pursuing blood purity is not pure at all."

"Can you imagine what those in the Dark faction would do if they found out this?" Sirius smirked widely.

"A matter for another day," Amelia said quickly, noticing how paled the girl was. "Where's Madam Pomfrey?"

"I am here!"

Madam Pomfrey arrived quickly as professor McGonagall and Snape followed her behind.

"Oh, dear," McGonagall whispered, watching the girl's current state. "What's wrong with her?"

Pomfrey muttered slowly, just focusing on the girl. But the more time passed, the less the head nurse of Hogwarts knew what was going on with the girl. Ginny simply looked worse, paler even, and cold as well. And the breathing was also going slower.

"The girl is dying. She doesn't have a wound or even a curse. But... is as if something was draining her life."

Snape turned around and glared at the diary. "Is that..."

"Yes, a Horcrux," James said, watching Snape with suspicious eyes.

"Want to add something?"

Snape just scoffed but remained silent, knowing more important things were at stake. "You know that we can't allow the information of the Horcrux to be public knowledge."

"Wait, what not?" Sirius asked, confused. "Shouldn't we let everyone know Voldemort's weaknesses and secrets?"

"And let the dark lord knows about us knowing his secrets? To let him know we are aware of his secrets of immortality? He would hide the remaining Horcrux somewhere or make sure we never find them. Such knowledge could inspire people to search for how to create such items. We must be clever and make sure to keep it down."

Snape hissed at them, and Harriet agreed with him. They needed to be smart with this information and play it well. If Voldemort wasn't aware of what they knew. He would keep his guard down. But if he knows, then. He would do whatever was necessary to protect his Horcruxes, possibly making it harder to find them.

"I agreed with Uncle Sev," Harriet added, ignoring Snape's twitching eyebrows and hating that she was calling him like that again. "The less Voldemort is aware of us knowing his secrets, the better we could move against him. We don't know how many of these things he made or where they are. It would be detrimental for us to announce it."

James sighed after thinking it through. They were right. They also needed to find all of those Horcruxes and destroy them, and that was hard enough without Voldemort trying to stop them.

"I agree," James said. "Minnie, Madam Pomfrey, we will talk about this later and perhaps even make an unbreakable vow. And for the rest of you kids."

James whispered, not knowing what to do about them. He wasn't to put children on a vow like that. It would be madness.

"Don't worry about us, lord Potter. This information will not get out," Blaise declared with a smirk on his face.

"Uh... I don't know."

"Trust us, father. We know what will happen if things go out. We know."

James took a deep breath, deciding to trust his daughter's instinct.

"Alright, alright," James replied. "Still, we must do something with this Horcrux. I believe this diary is the reason the girl is dying."

"Yes," Snape added. "Miss Weasley has been near the Horcrux for such a long time. Allowing it to control her, but why is the diary draining her life? That I don't know. As well, how did Miss Weasley end up with such an item."

"Maybe, she found it in the forbidden section?" Sirius said, but Snape found it hard to believe that the dark lord would have left a part of him in such a public place. Especially knowing that Dumbledore often searches the forbidden section of the library.

"No, I think someone gave it to her. Perhaps, Miss Weasley didn't know or was a gift."

Harriet approached the girl and stared at her. Then, she glared at the diary with suspicious eyes. "I think we can argue about how the girl ended up with such an item later. She is dying now, so I propose to destroy it."

"I concur," Snape added.

"How do we destroy a Horcrux?" Sirius asked, and that was a fair question to make. Few knew what a Horcrux was made of or how it was destroyed. "A Bombarda?"

"Uh, I don't think so," James whispered, trying to remember something Lily told him about Horcruxes. "Lily told me a Horcrux, a piece of soul made out of powerful dark magic. Vile and dangerous. She said to me that Voldemort might have made sure to protect his trinkets with powerful spells. So, no normal magic could destroy this."

"Then what?"

"Perhaps, Fiendfyre."

Rolf stated, and everyone just stared at him. "Mister Scamander, how did you know about that dark curse?" McGonagall asked with a troubled face and wasn't the only one looking at the young boy like that.

"Uh, I used it to start the chimney during winter," Rolf replied softly.

Harriet just shook her head at the way he replied. Truly, a strange, cute boy. "Well, dad, you can use Fiendfyre, right? Or should I?"

"Ah, no, let me do it," James just glanced at her, still quite troubled at the fact that a first-year could use such an advanced spell. But, he has seen weirder things. Her daughter's friends were, without a doubt, as strange as her.

James put the diary on the floor and aimed at it.

"You're not going to use Fiendfyre here, are you?!" McGonagall exclaimed, shocked. James being the person he was, just smiled.

"Hey, I am very good at controlling it."

James carefully controlled his magic and sighed deeply before a spark of fire erupted from his wand, hitting the diary directly. Then, James stopped his spell. A quick and fast burst of fire that's all James needed. Harriet smiled at her father's ability to control such magic, especially in such a manner.

"Nice," Harriet stated as James smiled at her smugly.

"Maybe, I'll teach you."

The diary started to scream, or it was like something inside it was howling. A horrible smell poured out. A putrid smell of death and darkness. And soon, slowly, the diary was engulfed in Fiendfyre. Yet, it took a long time to be consumed completely. And then, everyone realized that a Horcrux was truly hard to destroy. A dark mist tried to escape the fire but soon was enveloped by the raging fire, destroying it. And soon enough, only a half-burned diary was left, on the floor, spewing that awful smell.

"Uh, that was very anticlimactic," Harriet muttered as she frowned at the awful smell and her head started to feel numb and sick.

"Harriet?" Fleur asked softly, worrying about her beloved one sudden green face.

"Ah, nothing. I am fine. Just... starting to feel nauseous. I just need to sit," Harriet whispered as she leaned in the bed. "Maybe it is the smell; it's... awful. Like him."

"I'll give you something for it, miss Potter," Pomfrey replied softly.

Suddenly, Ginny woke up, and from the looks of it. She seemed to be in a sort of panic. She started to see around her, trying to find anything or anyone.

"I... I am... I tried... He, he was... he!"

Ginny started to seem out of breath.

"Easy there, Miss Weasley," McGonagall softly said, trying to calm the girl. "Give me a calming draught."

Harriet had to give some sort of condolence to the poor girl. Having that guy in your head and being controlled by him was highly disgusting. Yet, at the same time, Harriet wanted to ask where she got that diary. But decided to wait until the poor girl could say full sentences.

"We must tell Dumbledore what happened."

"Yeah... well, there's a lot we must do. But for now, Harriet, how are you feeling?" James asked softly.

Harriet just whined softly but nodded. "Yeah, yeah, just sick. Like I just smell Padfoot's cooking."

"Hey... that explains your green face," Sirius muttered.

"I'll be okay. Just need fresh air."

"Nevertheless, I'll send the word to bring Dumbledore back to see if there's any residue of dark magic in the diary."

Amelia then looked at Ginny, who was still sobbing and clutching her head. She was worried about her and knowing what the girl held for so many months. It was a surprise Ginny was still sane.

"We need a mind healer."

"Yeah... Dorcas and Alice."

Harriet then looked at the diary and hummed deeply. "I wonder... Blaise, would you help me with something?"

"Of course," Blaise smiled at her as he knew all the answers.

"I want to know, who would be responsible for this," Harriet whispered. "From the first attack to the appearance of that house elf, Dobby. Could you do that?"

Blaise's mind was already on overdrive. He, like Fleur, was already theorizing about it. They just needed a bit more information, but Blaise has been thinking deeply about a certain thing. A minor detail. Still, it didn't matter, Blaise had a job to do, and he would not fail.

"I'll not fail you, my lady."

Blaise stared at the girl with red hair and smirked. Could it be...? The house elf. Dumbledore's sudden dismissal. Why, of all people, did a Weasley end up with such an object. Mmhm, yeah... I need to see something.

Blaise thought deeply. Nevertheless, he would bring everything to his lady.

Harriet, for her part, hoped that now things would get easier to deal with. And at least the rest of the year would be less problematic. Although there was the Basilisk and the deal with the Chamber of Secrets.

Mmhm, I wonder... if I could tame the Basilisk?

Harriet shrugged it off as she gave one last glance at the Horcrux. Mm, a diary, a ring, and a locket. What else, dear Tom? What else do you have hidden?

Harriet thought, still wondering where the real Locket was and who was her mysterious ally. Only time will tell.

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