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Note: Sorry for the extra week, Ball and all you know. Plus I learnt that my bus driver from a few years ago was just killed earlier this week. He was the kind of person who was always positive, nice and friendly – easy to chat and relate to. So I dedicate this to you buddy, because you didn't deserve to go the way you did. Forever remembered.
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Warning: Contains insight and plot lines relating to the sixth book HBP. So don't read this story if you haven't read the Half-Blood prince yet.
Harry Potter and the Hogwart Houses Horcruxes
Chapter 5 – The Wizarding Family of Black's Secrets
Harry cast a very unbelieving glance at the stranger before him who he thought may have been his dead godfather.
"Sirius, is that really you? Sirius I can't believe you're here… I thought you were dead, I-"
Bade quickly casted a stunning spell at Harry before he could speak further and do any more lasting harm.
The man that Harry supposed was his godfather looked at him speechless, eyes darting between Harry and Bade questioningly.
"Sirius dead... does this boy speak the truth! You know something Bade now tell! Where is Sirius? And how does this boy know him!" He asked Bade, questions at a million miles per hour, outraged that Bade had not mentioned this in their little talk beforehand.
"Sirius was his godfather; this is James Potter's son." Bade braved the winds. He was hardly afraid of anyone, and for him to be careful around this man meant something big.
The long black haired man took a double take, now recognising the boy's inherited looks. "Potter's son?"
"Yes..." A very pregnant pause followed.
"What, what's happened? Is what the boy spoke true, Is Sirius really dead?" He asked imploringly.
"I knew you weren't exactly close to Sirius but yes - he's, he's dead Regulus..." He broke off quickly.
He shouted out in despair, "Oh Merlin what happened!... What have I done!"
Tears abseiling down his face, clearly he felt guilty and heartfelt towards his brother, who he never got to know better because of his actions he took before and he bitterly regretted it.
Bade gave his arm for support, and then wrapped him in an unmistakeable camaraderie embrace for support.
"Be brave Regulus. These are new times, and we are raging a different war. Things are not as they seem. We will get revenge if it's the last thing we do." He resolved admirably.
-o-0-o-
Molly could be seen in front of her handy clock, pacing with absolute worry etched over her steadily lined face. Ginny was sitting on a chair watching her anxiously, regretting not to have gone with her brother and two friends.
She knew Harry would not have focused or have been in the right mind if she came along, it was a mission he had to do with only his two closest friends, without the burden of Ron's little sister with them.
But she on more than one occasion had already proven to them that she was more than capable enough to look after herself, as they had come to discover that she had taken after the twin's streak of defiance and feisty free willed independence.
Although having shown to be more like the Twins than her mother would have liked, it did not stop her inheriting her mother's tendency to worry time to time excessively to the point of breaking.
Molly kept glancing to the clock each time she made a round around the kitchen, looking to Ron's hand for guidance or some sort of answer; it was stuck on Mortal Peril. Even though they were all categorised under this anyways and was considered normal due to the tough times they were in, did not calm or help her in any way. It was just second nature to look again and again even though it was technically out of order and no use for right now.
Ginny felt sick with apprehension and couldn't stand seeing her mother so uptight. She left to go upstairs to her landing; she reached her door but did not open it. She faced her back to it, and slid down to the floor with it supporting her weight, resting her head on the adjoining frame that was keeping the door in place at one side.
Molly heard the unusual thump close to Ginny's room and went to investigate to see if she was alright, when she was level to her she found her youngest to have started crying to one side of her eye, the other threatening to spill their contents soon.
"Ginny dear, it's alright… your allowed to cry." Mrs Weasley bent down and hugged her in a firm embrace, massaging her hand on her shoulder, giving her daughter not only the thing she needed - but for herself as well.
Arthur joined up some time after intending to have dinner, only to see the table empty and to hear a stifled sob coming from up the stairs so he went to see what everything was about and gave her a hug too, all three staying like this for quite a while.
Ginny of course croaked a bit, admitting to feeling helpless, wishing there was more she could do for them. To be with them, just to know they had her helping the whole way. To know she could do something about it instead of being on the sidelines what seemed to her like always.
Arthur told her things would be fine, and that they would of course have additional help from the Order. As much as this information should have soothed her worries down a little, it didn't, she could just feel something was off and didn't feel right.
"No dad, I just, just don't think it's going the way you think, I keep thinking they're walking into a trap of some kind… I don't know, now it seems like I'm rambling a whole load of nonsense. Getting all worked up over nothing." Ginny changing her mind again and again from hopelessness.
"Rubbish Ginny, It's alright to think like that. It shows you care and want nothing bad to happen, but I think you should place a lot more faith in Ron and Harry, Hermione too she'll keep them out of trouble you mark my word!" Mr Weasley stated positive of all things.
"Yeah… I think I'll go to my bed now, get some rest." Ginny decided, and got up from the floor to turn the door's handle. She walked inside and fell right on top of her bed, both parents in the door way looking at her concernedly for her well being of mind and body, this war would take a heavy toll on all of them.
Mrs Weasley slowly closed the door as quiet as possible, and then both she and Arthur went downstairs and ate a quick and hasty dinner that wasn't to her usual standard.
Ginny rolled over, and stared on at the plain ceiling. All of this was too much. Just this morning she told Harry that she didn't mind them going instead of herself as well, she had to lie and keep her guard up for not only her sake but for theirs. She couldn't risk Harry getting emotionally involved once at the castle, she knew how overprotective he was, Ron too as a matter of fact. And the Horcrux in question needed them to be in top form.
'Hermione just better know what she's doing, those boys will need rescuing.' Ginny concluded, and then rolled over in her bed once more before nodding off to an uneasy sleep.
-o-0-o-
Zanthe woke up groggily, head pounding with stabbing knives for a headache.
She looked around in the new big room she was in; her body being carelessly shoved to the carpet yet there was a perfectly good bed right beside her.
Well at least she didn't have to worry if she was assaulted unawares during the night if she had been in the bed.
She limped over to the curtains and found that daybreak was nearing.
She watched the sunrise steadily, her face stained with a smooth trail of silent tears. How did she get in this predicament? Would that cruel man come back in the room to finish her off by killing her straight away or continue torturing her like this? And those eyes of his…
Her eyes rested to the anklet on her ankle, how strange it was, how strange it felt just resting there. It felt oddly calm and cool, yet darkly so. She had of course learned a little of what this object was, her grandfather's past habit of preaching to her of what deadly things that lay claim to her inheritance when she would come to age eventually to.
'Damn why did my birthday have to be so recently?' She cursed aloud to herself.
Yet she could not recall what its special effects were, suspecting foul play as she couldn't remember most of the things last night, she bet more than anything that her mind had been modified by that man, Bade.
Her Grandfather had told her time and time again to keep a watch on things and not to let her guard down for when this time would come to pass, and now she couldn't help but feel like she let him down.
A few more hours gradually went by, a timid maid entered with a silver tray with all sorts of food for breakfast for her. Zanthe ignored her stomach's pleading to eat, and turned it away. The food may have been poisoned and she could only imagine what her grandfather would say if he caught her eating right out of the palm of an enemy.
Another hour came and went; she could hear a few people bustling outside the door, a sudden outburst from afar. Rumblings of thunder escalated down a flight of steps, up or down Zanthe couldn't tell.
Barking orders where issued by a head charge she could tell, more men were storming into range a minute later and she found her door open abruptly.
"Good you're still here, come with me right now."
When Zanthe showed no signs of wanting to go near this man, he shouted furiously at her.
"Now girl! Or else I swear you're going to get it." He threatened, she still wouldn't move, but now not because of being stubborn but for being paralysed with fear and the sudden weakness in her knees.
He lurched forward angrily, and pulled her towards her with his fist clenched painfully grasping her hair and directing where she ought to go. She kicked and screamed with more persistence than she did the night before when two men came and beat her up in a room with no means of escape.
"Mmmm Feisty aren't we?" He licked his lips a bit, clutching her more possessively to his side trying to sway her to give in to his powerful strength. She would not have it. The man still persisted and roughly handled her, trying to drown his tongue in the back of her throat.
She stomped down really hard on his soft leather boots with her broken yet still dangerous heels, and managed to stab him and get the reaction she really wanted.
He was distracted for about five seconds, enough to get her to the door to try and make a break for it. He however quickly recovered and strode the distance still a fair way behind her and bellowed out to another guard on duty nearby.
"GET HER! SHE'S ESCAPING!"
Her heart painfully missed a beat; she tossed her shoes quickly aside and quickly ran straight ahead. The guard and another gaining on her, any minute and they would reach her no problem.
She now went in sprinting mode, now that the initial shock of pursuit had happened she regained form and did what she was famous for back in her homeland. She ran like she never ran before. She quickly crossed to the end, miraculously missing several curses aimed her way.
She took a turn in another corridor, and immediately saw a flight of steps going down. Not giving a second thought then went down in this direction, skipping three steps at a time till she reached the bottom half a minute later, she turned around to see the guards just starting to go down now.
Panickly searching for her next move, looked around quickly to see where else to run, for there were now three possible directions to turn to. Left, right, or still straight ahead to yet another flight of stairs. She went on gut instinct and turned right. This proved to be lucky as another pair of guards emerged from on top of the steps from the centre option, and they joined up with the other two oafs.
The ones who were following her previously seemed to be tiring out fast, yet the two others were fresh right off. And she herself started to feel tired; she wouldn't last long running at this rate.
She thought briefly of apparating, she had sat the test the same day it was her birthday in Hogsmeade, the village she was staying in for the time being. She had passed Apparation with flying colours.
But the castle would no doubt have charms and enchantments to stop anyone apparating in or out of the castle. As it was so highly protected she found out herself the hard way.
She was nearing the end of the hallway, and turned a left and continued on strong. But for how long could she keep this up? She had to hide or do another plan of attack pretty soon or she would no doubt be captured once more.
Another sharp turn into an unused room which she crossed to another door, with more corridors she thought bitterly.
'When will this maze ever end?' She ran straight ahead, but quickly heard voices up ahead and turned into a room again that had its door ajar.
She waited till they passed, the guards were being really loud and it sounded like they had two other people with them, and they weren't happy. She realised that they were now being held captive too, as snitches of the conversation entered her ears.
"Let us go you twit!" She distinctly heard a familiar voice, and risked taking a look at their retreating backs through the door that was slightly opened.
It was the red headed boy she had met back at the pub that was a block away from the inn room she was staying in. There was a pretty brown haired girl with him as well; both the teens were struggling against the guard's grips.
She couldn't help herself; she had to do something no matter how stupid it was for her to have done so, and leapt out of her hiding place to become a distraction for them to try and make a run for it.
-o-0-o-
Harry started to come around, head groggy and eyesight still unfocused. If only he had his glasses.
He quickly started to search his pants in a futile attempt to see if he still had his wand on him, looks like the two men had taken this away from him. His only means to protect himself.
He tried to recall last night and could only remember that things were a real mess, he definitely recalled there being a man who let off nothing but a cold presence around him, and that another man joined ranks with him. It looked to be Sirius, but how could this be? He thought.
Emotions getting the better of him, a few tears leaked out and he hastily wiped them away. Taking in his surroundings he could see he was in one of the large grand rooms the castle housed, door locked.
Harry started to search anything in range, from the quills to parchment on the desk, or to the bedspread and pillowcases. He sighed; there was no form of crest on any of the bedroom things. He had surmised that perhaps the ancient family who stayed here were like the house of Black, where they would proudly stamp their name on anything and everything for they were serious about being pureblood. He needed a clue of some sort.
Harry tried opening the windows but they wouldn't budge, looks like he would be here for quite some time and he could do nothing about it.
It was still dark out but it showed signs of getting lighter towards the horizon. Harry thought he might as well watch it seeing as he was powerless to do anything else.
'Too bad the rooster isn't with me; I could show him I finally got up early in the morning without his help.' He thought savagely, massaging a slight bump in his head that had woke him previously. He suddenly noticed his arms and gave a yelp.
He looked at his body in disbelief, all his injuries that he had from his duel with Malfoy was gone. He lifted up the remaining bits left to his white tie and unbuttoned his long sleeved black shirt that had a gaping slash from one of his elbows running down to the other side's hip.
But there was no blood.
No Scars.
No trace of any scratches or bruises.
He blinked furiously, trying to decipher what this all meant. Perhaps this man had healed him afterwards; maybe he performed a spell or had phoenix tears handy? No… he was just starting to remember something from last night.
There was not only the guest with that man; there was another person right beside him. He recalled seeing a figure in the corner of his eye last night but he did not turn his head around to get a better glimpse.
His head was immobilised to move side to side like if he was under Petrificus Totalus.
Yet he was able to look at the two men, and he swore he saw Sirius staring right back to him.
Well, that was what he thought he saw. He didn't have his glasses on so he supposed that person could have been anybody, because if it was Sirius he'd definitely know, he would've gone to Harry first thing and said he was alright, he was alive and that he wasn't dead, that he didn't disappear into the Dai forever like they thought he did.
Quite some time had passed; Harry was gazing upwards in boredom and waiting for something to happen, any signs of well… anything. He was going mad not being able to do anything about his hopeless situation without a wand, without any help or guidance with what to do next.
Then as if right on cue, a disturbance broke out in the corridor his room held occupation in. A furious scramble and plenty of scuffling could be heard, a guard sounded off his large voice and declared someone to stop. Harry quickly dashed over to the door, trying to hear more through the cracks.
"Come on Hermione, we have to keep running!" Came Ron's worried voice, it sounded like both he and Hermione were being in pursuit by the security of the whole castle. Harry started to bang his fists on his door very loudly and the two took no notice as their minds were preoccupied with just getting out of harms way.
Harry groaned, his chances of getting out just seemed to be getting thinner and thinner.
He waited a few more minutes and it felt like de ja vu, another commotion was happening in the same corridor outside. Another guard bellowed once more like an Uncle Vernon impersonator, and he seemed to be taking chase after another person on the run.
It couldn't be Ron or Hermione, it was too short a time for them to make another circuit… Perhaps they got separated because he could definitely tell only one person was getting chased.
He knocked on his door as hard as he could all the same, but no one took any notice.
'Great, my second chance and I blew that one as well. '
It was only another half an hour till a guard emerged in his room whilst he was back on his bed, followed by the man with the icy exterior.
It was the man who fought him and quickly shoved him aside like he was no competition at all. Like Harry Potter was a walk in the park, such a breeze. Harry did not get it, how could this man show signs of being more powerful than the average wizard? He definitely remembered him performing several silent spells with only his hand and no wand, Harry could only think of two people who could do this and that was Dumbledore and Voldemort.
His eyes were boring into his own, and his pair Harry had to admit were quite remarkable, showing icy depths and element to his heartless demeanour. A perfect fit.
The man before him did not talk, but signalled the guard to leave them alone.
Once the door had closed Bade got closer, his frame hovering over Harry's by a head quite comfortably.
'He likes to stare down his opponent, to try and intimidate them, I won't let that happen.' Harry stated this clear in his mind, not backing down from this threat.
But he suddenly remembered another thing that came all too quickly, If he was as nearly as powerful as the two greatest wizards on earth than he would surely know how to do see through Harry's mind and access some of his thoughts?
The horror of the realisation dawned on him, so he broke eye contact and thought of other things so he would have a harder time trying to figure out what was going on in his head.
The man laughed heartlessly.
"So, you figured out that I could perform Legilimens Potter." He sharply asked him, he was a force not to be reckoned with.
Harry stayed quiet, trying to think of something else still.
"You gave me quite a job of entering your mind last night I admit, you were too angry and you only thought of one particular thing. You see anger is a good emotion to have if a person were to find out what you were thinking, but you only thought of one thing see, and I could not fully invade your mind as easily as I would like to have hoped. I need to know Potter, why you're really here, why you came to this castle first of all."
And of course Harry thought back to it instantly as these things couldn't be helped, because If a person told you not to think of an elephant, what would you do instead?
"Ah I see, you're after that are you?" Bade looked murderous. Looks like he found what he was looking for without a problem. Harry's mind was like an open book.
Harry decided there on not to listen to anything that he was saying, because his mind would wander and the man would find all he needed. If only he had his wand, he could have performed Protego. The only way he could protect himself from Snape when he tried to do the same thing this man was now doing.
"A simple shield Potter? Not that it would have worked for very long." Bade voiced out what Harry was thinking still, he might as well have said every thought he had out loud and see where that got him for all the help he might get.
"Okay boy, enough nonsense. I know you are here to try and get the Horcrux in this castle, but believe me when I say it's none of your concern. It is not the artefact you are after, I would personally see to it get destroyed if it ever came into radius of Voldemort I can assure you."
This came as a shock, first for this man not to be phased at all calling Voldemort by his real name, and secondly for him not to want to worship him at all. This intrigued him, because this couldn't be true. Malfoy strutting around last night proved that he had Deatheaters in the castle.
"Malfoy!" Yet again he spat like the boy was revolting. "No as much as I surmise him being here and one of them, he was not here for business concerning their pathetic gang of pansies. But alas I will not tell you why." Bade's eyes cast him a warning shot.
"Then why do you value the girl more than him? She wouldn't know you." Harry asked more bravely than he felt.
"That too, is none of your business like I have told you. But she does know me so you're wrong there."
Bade was thinking to himself, than looked like if he made up his mind. The inkling in the back of Harry's head told him that he started to do Legilimens again.
Harry thought of a plan, a topic diversion, yet Bade laughed mercilessly again.
"No sorry to give up your hopes Potter, that was not Sirius as you had thought. No, the man who was here last night was more important and worthier than him. But your guess was close." Harry felt saddened that it wasn't him, but at least he knew now.
Bade beckoned the guard to come back in and take Harry. They were all walking the remaining way to the grand entrance hall. Upon arriving ten minutes later, Harry saw that all the decorations made especially for the anniversary yesterday were all removed and now housed the similar furnishings that were all over the castle.
They were just in front of the grand doors which would lead them to the outside, instead of venturing through that way however, Bade stopped them and told Harry to take one last good look around.
For he saw what Bade wanted him to look at, his two closest friends' and the blonde girl were up the very top of the grand stairs, the way they had just gone before.
The guards were looking dishelved and disgruntled, three of them were holding his friends, and another taking no chances by having his wand out threatening them.
Bade called to them "Come."
The guards pushed them to go on ahead down the stairs, now all four guards had their wands out and pointed them towards their backs so they kept moving down.
At the base they were made to sweep to where Harry and Bade were, marching tentatively across the brilliant silver marble floor.
Harry noticing that Ron and Hermione seemed alright, looked to the girl instead and then immediately knew who it was that was beside him in mid-air last night.
Her three quarter length midnight blue dress cut up in places haphazardly, exposing more skin by her legs. Her hair swayed in every direction like his own, though hers was about three times as long as his.
She had no shoes on, and looked to have a slight limp. He noticed that she was wearing a very pretty anklet that was the same silver marble colour as the floor beneath them.
Her grey eyes that once shown remarkable warmth to, now seemed to radiate her fear of being helpless. She felt scared of what would happen to them all next.
When they met up with them, Bade asked for a few other guards standing by to bring their captives.
They showed them the two Order members that were supposed to protect them before, and here they were knocked out cold.
He told Harry and Ron to hold their weight and support them, which they had no choice but to oblige to.
They wondered why he asked such an order, but knew better than to ask him at this point.
"Here, all of you are to touch this. This is the last time I hope to encounter you all." He meant this more at Zanthe than any other person in the room. She involuntarily gave a shudder as he whipped out a weird looking black orb, which was swirling around.
When Harry, Ron, Hermione and Zanthe placed their hands on it, they were taken to a weird looking premise just outside of the Hogsmeade village. It was a special kind of Portkey.
-o-0-o-
Molly dropped the plate she was carrying to the table for lunch, for she saw the hand of Ron's go to 'Travelling' briefly before turning once more to the hand of mortal peril.
"Arthur, Arthur!" She shrieked around madly. He came into the room at a sprint.
"What Molly, what?" he asked, slightly scared of what she might have to say.
"It's Ron Arthur, he's travelled just now. They might be back." She spoke at a speedy pace.
They had of course stayed up all night wondering when those three would come back, Molly freaking by morning to learn that they hadn't left the castle.
Arthur's red bloodshot eyes that mirrored Molly's own looked to the clock then back at her.
"I'll check it out at Hogwarts, stay here." At like that he apparated, no doubt to the school gates to gain admission.
Instead of worrying further at the kitchen, she went up into Ginny's room to where she was still asleep on the bed. She went and lied next to her, fast going to sleep as well.
Ginny woke up from the movement on the bed next to her and saw her mum slightly snoring almost straight away. She got up properly and went to get hastily dressed, placing her long red hair in a simple ponytail and dashing madly downstairs to see if Harry and the other two had got back yet.
No one else was home, just her and Molly. She concluded that they weren't back, because her mum would have said so and woke her up if they did.
She went across to the mirror in the bathroom to fix herself up a lot more better, and became startled to see what she thought was a scar on her own forehead when she blinked. She blinked once again from being startled, but it had gone. Was this a warning of some kind? Or was her mind on him so much that she was seeing things?
Alarmed, she crossed to the fireplace in the lounge and quickly threw a pinch of floo powder into the small embers licking at the firewood.
-o-0-o-
Bade quickly dismissed his henchmen to go leave him alone, he had to ponder a few things over today that was for sure.
He would have to keep a close eye on Zanthe now, make sure she wouldn't get into any more trouble.
Pacing the large space before him, started to try and calculate something that was bothering him.
Going to the fireplace to an adjoining room, summoned Regulus to join him once more to discuss some details. Regulus's head was talking from in the emerald flames.
"I think I'll have to check up back home, and see what Potter's boy is up to." Regulus was saying, Bade agreed but told him under no circumstance should he be seen.
His little worry about The-Boy-Who-Lived somewhat lessened a bit, yes he thought, he'd have to keep an eye out for him as well.
But for now he would have more pressing matters, and went into the emerald flames himself to go visit his mother who he hadn't seen for over a decade.
He wasn't exactly nervous, but slightly relieved that he could now freely go to her. His bind to his own Horcrux had not let him come into range of any relatives since it was first activated.
Upon entering the familiar manor, gave a small sigh of satisfaction to be back home. He looked to where everything was that should have been, he could tell it had been searched in his time gone for any dark artefacts present. This came to no surprise to him though; he had learned long ago that the Ministry were trying to weed out any people who were involved with Voldemort.
His family would no doubt be one of their first and foremost targets.
Yet he couldn't help but be disgusted with that term, there would be no way that he'd join ranks with the Dark Lord, even if his family had. He along with Regulus sought protection together so they would not have to do so. He knew he was safe for Voldemort didn't even know he existed, and he thought Regulus dead long ago.
He continued to reminisce about the home he hardly stepped foot in, thinking back to when he was so foolhardy when he was underage all those years ago. For once he was seventeen he was given inheritance to the Horcrux and was banished from his family, yet it would not only be just him as time wore on, the younger sister he never knew till too late would inherit the same fate he had too.
Bade's eyes narrowed, he almost felt like crying. A familiar human emotion filled him that he hadn't felt for almost forever. He did not want her to end up like himself, which was the last thing he wanted.
Picking up his feet, followed the long and empty hallway to where his mother's sitting room was. Here she had her back turned to him and was writing a letter; as soon as he entered she abruptly tilted her head up sensing something peculiar. And turned to face her exiled son.
"My god, son is that you?" Her eyes instantly filled with emotionally strung tears, carelessly falling to the poorly tended to floor.
"Yes mother." His eyes which would usually haunt turned sombre and soft. He had dreaded and looked forward to this moment for such a ling time.
"Oh Bade… you're here, your really here." She embraced him warmly, still in disbelief that he was somehow standing right in front of her, not imprisoned by the Horcrux or found dead which she thought would always be for the rest of her and his life.
Her pale face was looking at him with love and concern. Her own hand placed upon his chin and tilting it so she could have a better look at her first born.
"I can't believe how much you've grown, you've certainly filled up, such a handsome young man you have become Bade." She praised him.
He didn't talk back; he merely let her continue her inspection. He kissed her on the cheek and told her he would need to look at the family album soon to check up on a certain matter. She of course allowed him to, and got up to retrieve it.
She passed it to him carefully, patting off a little bit of dust that it had been collecting for some time now. He prised it open gently with his hands, and started at the very beginning.
His eyes opening wide in surprise with each line he read, each miniscule portrait of his ancestors he saw. This would be very interesting to research on he thought.
He had never been able to look at his family's history, to do practically anything really. He had been living with his mother right up to when he was of age and was old enough to be enslaved by the family's Horcrux, for as long as his family lines have travelled their first born or eldest son would inherit the Horcrux and it would always go that way.
If the male died who had the Horcrux last, it would then be available till the next male in line would be old enough to receive it and they would have no choice but to take it seeing how it was the family's curse.
Now the Horcrux for the female was activated, and instead of ridding the one he now had he now had another to watch for as well. Since Zanthe somehow broke his own Horcruxes boundaries and limits due to being exiled from relations, it now triggered the one meant for her. She did not heed her warning.
Now because of his own pre warnings of his life's prediction, he was now bound to her since the family vow's conditions too were needed now that she had come into play.
According to his mother, the female Horcrux hadn't been in their family since a millennium ago, and that was the only record of it ever being present before. It seemed that it only came if there were any special circumstances, and it seemed now there had been after all. But what was so special about Zanthe? He thought. He had always pondered this since he first met her at the lake, she of course didn't know of whom he or their mother was.
But her grandfather had, his own as well through his mother. He became a problem for them and they had to soon dispose of him. He had wished sincerely that it didn't come to that, but it had to be done for he was threatening their family secret and existence.
Soon enough he reached the end of the book, to where he saw his own picture staring back at him.
Born 1970 – Still living. In possession of the Maleficus Virilis Horcrux.
His eyes wandered to the picture of another younger boy, and then of a little girl under him.
Born 1980 – Still living. In possession of the Latinitas Luvenis Horcrux.
There were no more records at the end, but a prophecy involving his family that would only be seen to the one or ones who were currently enslaved by one of the Heirloom Horcruxes.
It was more than he expected, his eyes seemingly trying to swallow its contents, absorb it as much as he could. His mother hadn't known that there was the prophecy inside the album seeing how she was fortunate enough to never had a Horcrux in possession, her illegitimate late brother had however.
Bade had suspected all along that there would be information valuable to him inside the album ever since he learned of the family's secret. Only now could he see and marvel at its contents, after so long of endless waiting.
Apparently there was also another family secret too that operated differently, it ran in his blood but it was more closely related to Regulus than himself as it was running directly with the Black family name. Regulus and he had tried to discover this as best as possible, but it was for Regulus alone to figure out and Bade could not help much with relation to the secret.
He was there for him for support before he had the Horcrux and was still in school at that time, yet Regulus was a Deatheater and hadn't asked for his help till too late. Now they both needed as much help from each other as much as possible. They made a pact and became like brothers.
Things got a little messy towards the end, but they had managed to pull off what they wanted before Bade was claimed by the Horcrux, and from there on things became history.
They had to go into hiding, for the Dark Lord had become an increasing threat for what they were. Thankfully he didn't manage to find out both his and Regulus's family secret, although he suspected something going on in the Black family but before he came to investigate, he of course met his downfall with little Harry Potter when going off to eradicate them first instead.
Yes Harry Potter was an important person involved with their sticky business, and now it seems he knows more than he ought to, even more than Voldemort himself which could prove tricky if he ever came snooping around again. Next time Bade will personally see to it that he could not go near them, yet knows better than to try and eliminate him. He knew of Harry's prophecy concerning him and the Dark Lord, it would be foolish to even try to kill him for he was more an ally than enemy.
'Harry Potter… Yes I too know of your family's secret.' He pondered; it seemed a lot of secrets occurred in old wizarding families.
He supposed Harry however didn't know of his own quite yet.
He put down the book again, his mother picked it up and put It away again. Bade asked her who she was writing the letter to, and she slowly said it was to his father. She didn't want to say it, but knew that her son could get it out of her any way because of his skill in Legilimens. She knew he would prefer it if she had just told him.
This information had made his anger surge to an all new level. He tried to breathe rationally and calm down, it was one thing to handle the news of his sister's new found captivity, quite another to mention his father whilst he was there. His father was the biggest traitor of them all in his family, and he could just rot to death where he stayed at the moment for all Bade could care.
He demanded to see the letter, which would tell his father that all was well and no new news was out. Bade figured out that his dad must have sent a letter to her for her to send one back, and demanded that he see this as well.
He could tell that she didn't want to do this, because she asked him not to as he wouldn't like what he'd see. And that it was better not knowing at all.
A/N: Okay tell me what you think. There's a lot of intertwined story plots planned that's all related like a jigsaw puzzle, yes there's more element of surprise and secrets out there, you just have to figure them out. And I gave a few major ones in this chapter.
By the way, I will give special mention to anyone who figures out what the Male and Female Horcruxes mean (Noted above). If you don't know how to do this, simply go to another website than translates Latin to English and you should have your answer. It's another valuable clue to what the Horcrux does.
I will post its meaning next chapter as well so if you haven't found out what it means you'll get to know.