Nope, no mistakes were made. I believe I should start with Narcissa's character. She isn't a bitch, Beth just sees her that way because in her mind, Narcissa is taking her father away. And just to let you know that may not really be Lily Black either, you never know, and yes when Voldemort died, the spell should have come off of Lily. Yes Voldemort is dead, but who said Tom Riddle was?

Oh and by the way, this chapter and the rest of the story contain major Half-Blood Prince spoilers, so don't say I didn't warn you!

Another Horcrux

A bright red mist zoomed from their wands and wrapped around Harry's body. And as the mist faded, Kaitlyn let out a horrified scream.

"Hello, Kaitlyn," the woman hissed.

"Wh. . .why?" Kaitlyn whispered in shock.

"You brought my father to his grave. He should not have died, for he was immortal until you stupid Elementals had to interfere,"

"Well, well, well if it isn't the forever infamous Lily Black,"

Behind them the branches rustled and a woman in herearly fouriteswith short red hair stepped into view. "Aunt Lily?" Keith asked, staring bewilderedly between the two identical women in front of him.

"How dare you?" the new arrival asked. "How dare you lie to them? How dare you hurt them? How dare you come here pretending to be my son and me? How dare you show your face, Tom Riddle?"

"Good God," Kaitlyn and Keith said in unison.

Back at Hogwarts, Beth woke up in the hospital wing to hear her uncle talking quietly with Professor Vasaio and Harry Potter. Remembering the scene in Azkaban, Beth shrieked out in anguish and horror at the sight of Harry Potter.

Rushing to his niece's side, Ryan placed a reassuring hand on Beth's shoulder. "The person you saw in Azkaban was not Harry Potter. We do not know who it was, though, only that they wish to destroy the Black family,"

"Where is my Dad?" Beth asked desperately.

"We have no idea, Beth. Ron called me once Ryan's condition was determined, but by the time I had arrived there were muggles everywhere. I am sorry," Harry said.

"So I wasn't dreaming. The Army was there, Daddy is safe," Beth said happily. "Is it possible for me to make a phone call?" "Not here, Beth. If Madam Pomfrey allows, I will take you down to the Shrieking Shack tonight," Ryan answered. "I do not believe that to be a good idea, Ryan. If Dumbledore finds out . . ." Harry answered uncertainly.

"Harry Orion Black!" a voice from the doorway hissed. "What is this criminal doing here?" Hermione shrieked pointing angrily at Ryan. "How could you endanger the students in this way?"

"ENDANGER THE STUDENTS!" Professor Vasaio roared. "How many times did Ryan save your ass, Hermione Granger Weasley? Without Ryan, you would have been six feet under long before now. And you might get there today, Mrs. Weasley! Endangering the students my ass! I had better never hear you call my friend a danger again, or it will take more then Beth's innocence to stop me!"

"This man is in the league with the Blacks, Harry. Make Dumbledore fire him at once. And what may I ask are students doing here before the start of term?" Hermione asked pointedly.

"Oh I'm sorry Madam UMBRIDGE. I didn't realize Corneilus Fudge was still Minister of Magic. I was under the impression that my father killed him when Professor Ballhein found Fudge to be in the league with Lord Voldemort and did nothing. And I also thought that Madam Umbridge was killed by a pack of angry animaguses after she initiated the Werewolf Separation Act? Apparently I was wrong," Beth said with a smirk, leaving the three adult males in the room hysterical with laughter and Hermione boiling with rage.

"You. . . You little witch!" Hermione hissed with rage.

"Yes, I am a witch. Aren't you?" Beth asked innocently.

"She is, with out a doubt, Keith's daughter," Professor Vasaio whispered to Ryan.

"Minister Black, this girl must be expelled at once!" Hermione said, still fuming.

"The ministry doesn't have the power to expel students, Madam Umbridge . . .Opps, I mean, Madam Weasley," Harry said sharing a grin with Beth, who began to laugh hysterically along with Ryan.

"Woah, hold up!" Ron Weasley protested, walking into the hospital wing. "Why the hell did you just call my wife Dolores Umbridge?"

"Well you see Mr. Weasley, Hermione said 'This man is in the league with the Blacks, Harry. Make Dumbledore fire him at once. And what may I ask are students doing here before the start of term?'

And then I said, 'Oh I'm sorry Madam UMBRIDGE. I didn't realize Corneilus Fudge was still Minister of Magic. I was under the impression that my father killed him when Dumbledore found Fudge to be in the league with Lord Voldemort and did nothing. And I also thought that Madam Umbridge was killed by a pack of angry animaguses after she initiated the Werewolf Separation Act? Apparently I was wrong,'

And then Hermione said 'Minister Black, this girl must be expelled at once'"

"So you see, Ron," Harry continued, "after hearing Hermione sound exactly like that old hag, it just, well, slipped out,"

"Hermione," Ron said with a laugh, "you need to lighten up,"

"It doesn't bother you that there is a dangerous criminal in contact with the daughter of an even more dangerous criminal?" Hermione asked.

"How dare you!" Ryan hissed, pulling his hand tightly over the mouth of his fuming and hurt niece.

"Sirius was a criminal was he not, Hermione?" Harry asked in disbelief at his friend's arrogance.

"You bitch!" Beth shouted, pulling free of her uncle's grasp. "I should kill for this you God Damn Fuckin Bitch! How dare you say those things about my father?"

"Elizabeth Tracey Black, control yourself!" Ryan yelled as a strong wind blew through the hospital wing.

Tears fell from Beth's eyes, and she cried, "I want my Daddy! What did he do to deserve this?"

"I don't know, Beth, but you can bet that we are going to find out. Ryan, Clark, Beth, and Ron, please come with me to Dumbledore's office immediately. Hermione, you, just stay away from me!" Harry said and stormed out of the room.

"What do we do?" Kaitlyn whispered to Keith nervously.

"I have no idea," Keith whispered, watching the man before him with fear and caution.

"Very reassuring Keith, thank you!" Kaitlyn snapped.

"Chill, Kat, I won't let him hurt you," Crystal said with a laugh.

Keith froze and he felt ready to vomit. Crystal, a Death Eater? It didn't seem possible. Yet with another sudden wave of nausea, he knew it was true. All of those sick days and early leaves from training, they all made sense. Her recent refusal to be searched after Keith had found a letter of obvious treachery against the Army was due to her fear of Keith discovering her allegiance to Lord Voldemort.

"I am severally disappointed, Lestrange. One would have thought that one of mine would have had the military proficiency to retain her cover. However, I assume that all the fooling around that you and Kaitlyn did may have caused you to, how can I put this, oh yes, forget the keys to survival as a witch in the muggle world. I have been training you for the last ten years, minimum, Lestrange, if anyone was going to catch. It is good to know that I can still smell a rat, maybe I should go back to the Army," Keith smirked, noticing his cousin's horrified face. "Oh yes, Crystal, your covers blown,"

"No!" Kaitlyn gasped horrified. "No, Keith, not Crystal! You must be mistaken, you must!"

"I'm afraid not, Kat. Think about it, how could she prevent Voldemort from killing us?" Keith asked.

"Actually," Voldemort said speaking for the first time, "I was not planning to commit murder today. Crystal has done something for me that has made me immortal yet again."

"Another Horcrux," Keith said bitterly.

"So what, Grandpa? You created another Horcrux, big deal! We'll just find it and destroy it and then kill you again."

"No you won't," Voldemort said with a smirk.

"Oh and why not?" Lily hissed. "Do you doubt the ability of my children and nieces and nephews? They did it once and they will do it again! They resurrected Dumbledore for God's sake.

Voldemort looked at Kaitlyn alarmed. "How?"

"Once the Order found Draco it was all quite easy. He was able to tell us the real method used to kill Albus Dumbledore. An invention of Merlin's that is a secret given only to highly advanced students that James Ballhein trusts reversed it easily," Kaitlyn said with a smirk.

Turning to Crystal, Keith said, "Professor Ballhein was right to not trust you."

"But as I was saying, you will not destroy this Horcrux because none of you will want to commit murder, this murder especially," Voldemort said looking at Keith with a look of hatred and delight.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Kaitlyn asked in annoyance.

"About, oh I don't know, one week ago Crystal gave a girl a potion, calling it Felix Felices made by the Half-Blood Prince himself. In reality, it was the Horcrux potion," Voldemort said smirking at the look of disgust and horror on Keith's face.

"You are sick! What did that girl ever do to you?" Keith asked in disgust.

"Oh the girl did nothing to me. It is the girl's father who has hurt me. Destroyed me. Assisted 'the famous Harry Potter' in my downfall. It is her father that caused me to choose her. Her father, the muggle Army Lieutenant and best friend of Clark Ballhein- or Christian Potter – what ever he chooses to be called now,"

"No!" Keith gasped, falling to his knees with tears pouring from his eyes. "No!"

"Yes," Crystal spat at the weak form of her older cousin.

"You!" Keith shouted lunging at her, tackling her to the ground. "I hate you, you fucked up little bitch! I am going to kill you! How dare you!"

"Keith," Kaitlyn said gently, "stop. Come on, stand up, get off the Death Eater shit."

"Oww. . ." Crystal moaned, clutching a broken wrist to her stomach with one hand and trying to stop the blood flow from her head with the other.

"You deserve a million times worse, Lestrange!" Kaitlyn hissed, holding Keith's sobbing form.

"Ah good, you have figured it out. That's right, the last Horcrux has been planted in the blood of Elizabeth Black,"

Man I am so bad. I know the personality of some characters is a little off. All will be explained in due time however