Ignorance was bliss.

As soon as Harry apparated into Godric's Hollow, nobody took a second glance at him. Godric's Hollow was a muggle town after all. (A/N; wait, was it?)

However, Godric's Hollow was not any muggle town. It had a gray mist to it and every corner was a gloomy fog. The residents strolled around with somewhat blank expressions.

"Hello? I'm looking for the old church?" Harry asked one passerby.

The old man merely looked at him and walked away.

Muttering a string of curses, Harry lazily pulled out one of the maps that Ali had handed to him.

Unreadable.

"Can someone here bloody just tell me where the old church is?"

Nobody answered him until what seemed to be an hour when an old woman tapped him on his shoulder and pointed straight.

"Thanks."

Harry began walking towards where the dirty finger had pointed when inside of his stomach, something grumbled. He took out the bag of food Winky had packed, and found them not very… edible.

He looked around until he found a small building in the corner of a row of shops and restaurants.

Mermaid Café.

Intrigued by the name, he entered to find a totally different atmosphere. Unlike the dreary grayness it was on the outside, Mermaid Café was like a small shop from Hogsmeade. The air was sweet and sugary and the laughter was endless.

"Oh thank Merlins."

"Hello. Welcome to the Mermaid Café. How may I help you?" A waitress said cheerfully.

"I would like something to eat please. Anything. And could you tell me where the old church is?"

"Yes. You go down the long road and turn right at the second corner. It's right there. Tell me… you aren't…"

Harry gulped.

"I'm not… what?"

"Related to… James and Lily?"

"Yes, yes I am."

"Oh… oh my goodness. You look just like him. He was a regular here. And then, he and his wife just… died. This place was never the same without him. In fact, he was buried right behind here."

"Oh… wait, what?"

"Yes. He said if he was to be buried anywhere, it would be here or back in this village called Hogsmeade. I never found that place."

"Isn't he buried at the Old Church?"

"James? James Potter? No. They took him there to bury but moved him when they found his will. By heavens, your eyes…"

"Yes, they're my mother's eyes. Could you take me to their grave?"

"Why, of course. It's private property but you ARE related… you are right?"

"Yeah. I'm their son." The waitress beckoned him to follow her as she led him out to the back.

"By heavens name, that must have been hard."

"I was a baby."

"You survived the fire?"

"Uh… yeah. Yeah, I survived the fire."

"That must have been hard."

"It still is."

"You poor thing. Well, here it is. James and Lily Potter. Always a bit secretive though."

"Did you know? They were murdered?" Harry said dryly, staring at the 2 large bumps in the dirt ground.

The waitress stopped to stare at him.

"What are you talking about? There was a fire."

"Oh. Sure. Yeah. That's what everyone here may think. But they were actually murdered."

"No. What are you talking about? I'm sure…"

"And now, their murderer is out to get me. Funny huh? Except he's probably never going to die because he has like 872629374 lives. You know, my headmaster died trying to kill him too. And my headmaster is the smartest wizard alive. Or shall I say was?"

"What are you talking about? You must be mad." The waitress said, turning back.

"I'm sorry. It's just that now, I have a stupid prophecy that one of us has to kill the other. And so the safety of the whole world is in my hands. Nice, huh? Think how my life is like now, then. I lost everything to him. I don't want to lose my life now."

The waitress began to walk back towards the restaurant when Harry turned with his wand pointing at her back.

"Obliviate." Harry remembered that memory charm from his second year. He was shocked to see he had pulled it off.

"Excuse me, mister. Can I help you?" She asked, turning around.

"I'll like a scone please."

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Harry stayed in the backyard next to his parent's grave all day. He never felt hunger or thirst. Just loss. He never really got to talk to them before… whether it was about school, girl problems, or just talking, but he missed them. Seeing their grave was like a reality to him. As he sat there, looking at his parents, he contemplated the road ahead of him.

No matter how difficult it was going to be, he had to kill him. He had to kill that murderer.

Nobody bothered him while he sat there. Word spread quickly that he was James and Lily's son. The muggle world was no different than the world Harry lived in.

As Harry shifted on his feet to a more comfortable position, he heard a sound of metal against metal. Looking down, he gasped.

It couldn't be…

There was a chain of gold sticking out of the ground right at the foot of his father's grave.

Harry yanked on the string until it came unloose from the earth.

"MERLIN!"

That locket was like none other.

Exactly like the locket in the pensieve.

That meant that R.A.B…

RAB hid it in his parent's grave?

Harry tucked the locket into his pocket and found his way back into the café.

"Excuse me, waitress…"

"Oh. Oh! Dear. Do you need anything? Kleenex?"

"No. No! Did anyone else… Did anyone else come visit my parent's g-grave?"

"Oh sure. Their friends and all come by often."

"Oh… then…" Harry's heart sank.

"But…"

"But what?" Harry asked a bit too quickly.

"Only one person's been here recently."

"Who? Do you know them?"

"No. Said she was related in some complicated way. Why?"

"What does… she? It's a girl?"

"Yes. I thought so."

"What does she look like?"

"I'm… sorry. I don't quite remember. She wasn't ugly, though."

"Oh." Harry sighed. R.A.B was a girl?

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm just fine. Thanks for the scone."

"No problem. You take care, okay? Come by again. It's all on us."

"Okay. Thanks." Harry didn't have the heart to go back to mourn over his parents. He had just found a horcrux and there were more important things in mind.

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"Harry!"

"Hey, guys." Harry walked into the common room to find Hermione and Ron in a lip lock.

"W-what are you doing? I thought you'll be back in days!"

"Something important. Guys…" Harry looked around to find the room totally empty. To be safe, Harry muttered Muffliato and began to tell them of his find.

"I hope you two weren't busy."

"No. Go on, Harry. What was it?" Hermione said, flustered.

Harry pulled out the golden locket with the inscribed s on the side.

"That isn't…"

"This is."

"HARRY! Where did you find it?" Hermione jumped into the air.

"It was buried at my mum and dad's g-g-grave."

"Do you suppose R.A.B…"

"It's a girl."

"What? R.A.B's a girl?"

"Yeah."

"Harry, how can you be sure? I mean…"

"Come on, Hermione. The Prince was a girl. Why can't R.A.B?"

"But, mate, what are you going to do now?" Ron asked.

"Destroy it I guess."

"How?"

"I don't know."

"How did Dumbledore do it?"

"I don't know."

"What…"

"I don't know."

"You suppose we should ask an adult?" Asked Hermione in her Hermione voice.

"The thing is… these days I don't know who to trust."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"That's true. Anyway, I think it was incredible you found it. I'm going to sleep." Hermione said, leaving the table.

"What happens now, mate?" Ron asked again, his face still in disbelief.

"I don't know. I'm going to bed too." Harry left as well, Ron closely following him.

The next morning Hedwig came crashing down at him.

Hey, Harry.

I hope you're not busy. Could you, Ron, and Hermione all come to my class today? It'll be right before lunch. I have something important to tell all of you.

See you then,

Ali

"What is it?" Hermione asked, trying to get a glance at the note.

"Ali wants us to come to class today. It's right before lunch. Should we go?"

"Yeah. She would only ask us if it's really important, right?"

"Right. But I really want to do something with the… thing." Harry mumbled.

"Well, we have plenty of time. One hour won't hurt."

"You secretly want to go to class, huh, 'Mione?" Ron asked in middle of his eggs.

"No! I- You know what, Ronald? I don't have time for his."

XXX

Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way to the DADA class and took their seats in the back of the classroom.

Only a few minutes later, Ali walked in, smiling.

"Good morning cl- do you guys smell something?"

The class sniffed the air.

"No…"

"I feel something… illegal."

Some students snickered.

"It's not funny." She said sharply.

They stopped.

"Someone in here has something." Ali sniffed the air once more. "I think it's a potion… I'm not sure. She walked around the class, trying to find where the imaginary stench was coming from. The rest of the class looked at her in total confusion.

She stopped in front of Harry.

"Sorry to do this to you on the first day, but I need you to empty out your bag and your pocket." She said sternly.

"What? I don't… I don't have anything!" Harry cried defensively, glancing at Ron and Hermione. They looked perplexed as well.

"I'm so sorry. Please? I think it's coming from you."

The class giggled.

"It's NOT a joke. Harry, come see me outside, please."

Ali led him to the hallway outside the class. As soon as the door closed, she muttered muffliato and continued talking.

"How was Godric's Hollow?"

"It was fine… was that the only reason…"

"No. Harry, I have a feeling you're hiding something. Empty your pockets."

"What? No! It's for my research…"

"I'm sorry, Harry." Ali took out a rose from her pocket, pointed the petals toward his pant pockets and whispered, "Accio."

Harry felt 2 lockets fly into her hands.

Ali's eyes grew wide.

"W-what is this?"

"A locket. Could I have it back, please? I really…"

"You never thought for once that you are holding something with incredibly dark magic embedded into it?"

"I know. It's all part of…"

"Where did you find this horcrux, Harry?"

"Horcrux?" Harry gulped. "You know about… the horcruxes?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, but obviously…" Ali held up the Slytherin locket in her hand. "This. This is a horcrux. I feel it."

Harry was totally stumped. "How…what… what?"

"Whose horcrux is this? Tell me it's not yours."

"What? NO! No!"

Ali sighed deeply and handed the locket back to him. "Sorry for disturbing your privacy. We should get back to class."

"Uh… okay."

Harry followed her back inside.

"Sorry class for the interruption. The problem's all solved."

"What she want?" Hermione whispered when he got back.

"I'll tell you later."

"Okay, class. Today, I'm going to be teaching you today about… shows."

Ron gaped. "And this is so important, eh, 'Mione?"

"Actually, Mr. Weasley. It is VERY important."

Ron gulped.

"A show is you way of doing your magic. It shows who you are. If you find your show and you find it correctly, you will be such a stronger witch or wizard."

The class gave her a blank look.

"I see you're confused. Let me give you an example. If deep in your heart, your true heart, you are… lets say a mysterious person. If the way you do your magic is mysterious, the power of the force would be stronger than just doing it regularly." Ali said, passing out a piece of paper.

"Magic is all about the show. And then, the show is all about you. Now, your mission is to find out what you are all about. Are you a mysterious person? Are you a beautiful person? Are you an ugly person? Are you a funny person? Are you a sad person? The way you hold your wand and the way you perform will determine it. If you are a beautiful person, you'll perform any form of magic beautifully and that magic would be stronger than the way everyone holds their wand. Does that make sense?"

A few people nodded.

"Question, Ali."

"Yes, Andrew?"

"How do you know what… uh… show you are, and then, how do you know how you're supposed to do it?"

"Great question. You're supposed to figure that out on your own. Now, finding yourself is not an easy task. So, I've made this assignment a 2 month project. Savvy?"

"Aye." Andrew said, scratching his head.

"Ali?"

"Yes, Emily?"

"What's your show? Can you show us a demonstration?"

"No. I can't show you mine until you show me yours. But I will show you what I sort of mean."

Ali took out the rose from her pocket once more. That was the rose she had used to fill her cup with water and to take the locket from his pocket…

"Let's say you think your inner heart is a dramatic one. Then, you would try something like this." Ali held the rose high above her head and put her other arm outstretched. The class laughed lightly.

"Funny, eh? Well, if I were actually a dramatic person, a wingardium leviosa would make this fly instead of float."

The classroom filled with ohh's and ahh's.

Hermione raised her hand.

"Yes, Hermione?"

"How come we never learned about these before, or I've never read about them?"

"Because, people don't bother with these. Wizards and witches are too busy these days to spend a bit of their time trying to find the perfect performance for them. And many people think shows are childish and sometimes just jokes but trust me, it works. Finding your show is a very time consuming process, you know."

"How do you know if you've found it?"

"You feel it." Ali said, grinning widely.

"Enough questions. I want to tell you what'll be happening the day you're supposed to have your shows performed to me but you don't have it."

The class quieted down.

"If you haven't found it by the time of 2 months, you have 3 choices. Numero uno. You can ask for 2 more months and give me a list of every personality you've tried. Numero dos. You can sit there and do nothing about it. And, numero tres… you can go as Plain Jane."

"What's…"

"Hold yourself. Plain Jane is the way you normally hold your wand… the way you learned it."

The whole class smiled and nodded. Being slackers, that was their obvious choice.

"But… let me tell you one thing. If you want to go as plain Jane, you're going to have problems. See, not many people are plain Jane. So if you come to class declaring that you're Plain Jane, I'll tell you that you can't be because being Plain Jane is very rare and so therefore, you can't be Plain Jane because you're not plain, and you're rare! So being Plain Jane can't even exist so therefore you are stuck with numero uno or dos." Ali laughed.

"Wha… I didn't get that."

"Just… you can't go as Plain Jane because then, you won't be plain. Get it? We have half an hour left. Try any charm or spell you know and try different shows. I'll give you the rest of the class time to do so."

The class erupted into pandemonium. Every student began to mutter every charm they can think of, holding their wands a different way each time. Ali walked around, laughing and giggling.

"Ernie…" Ali studied him carefully as he tried to levitate a quill. "Think you are… organized huh? Good choice. It fits you well, especially because it's hard to find a way to show 'organized.' But I don't think it's yours. Try something more…" Ali studied Ernie harder. "loyal. Responsible. Determined." She advised as she hopped off to Blaise Zabini, the only Slytherin in the class.

"Ah… Mr. Zabini. Think you are beautiful?" Ali studied him. "You certainly are, but it's not yours… try something more edgy…" Ali tapped her nose. "Nosy?" She shrugged. "Arrogant?"

Ron doubled over laughing.

"Ronald, let's see yours."

"Uh… uh…"

"Cone on… don't make me force you to." She said, pulling out the rose once more.

"Ali, what is that?" Hermione butt in, pointing at the rose.

"This? This is my wand."

"How'd you… why'd you…"

"Because it's pretty like this! Don't you think?" Ali exclaimed, smelling her rose.

"Yeah. Could you teach me…"

"I'm afraid I can't. It's terribly difficult and not advised for students. What are you smirking at, Harry. Come on, let's see you try your shows."

Harry straightened up. "I'm not sure what kind…"

"Do the first thing that comes to mind."

Bold.

Harry let his wand fall sharply at his side. He then raised it up quickly and levitated a quill.

The class seemed to have quieted down.

"Go on now…" Ali said, waving away the other students. She faced Harry. "Bold, eh? That certainly describes you. But it's not it."

"This is unbelievable. I can't think of anything! Can't you help me?"

"Nope. And you know what, Harry? I know what you show is. I know exactly what it is."

"What…"

"I'm not telling. I'll give you 2 choices. You can either… figure it out on your own…" Ali smelled her rose wand once more. "Or… you can go as Plain Jane." She grinned widely when the bell rang and she shooed them all away.

"NEXT TIME IS DUELING… Come prepared!"

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"What'd she want, Harry?"

"She… she knows I have a horcrux. I don't think she knows it's Voldemort's, but she knows I have one and she sensed it."

"Are you serious? How did she do that?"

"I don't know. She's smart."

"Do you think you should tell her?"

Ron and Harry both answered, "No."

"But…"

"I don't know if I can trust her. I mean. She gave me the wrong location to my parent's g-grave."

"Yes, but you know it was probably a mistake because you said the waitress said that they were moved last minute there."

"Still."

"Harry, I just don't feel comfortable to know that we're not getting any more help now. Losing… losing D-Dumbledore was like losing a whole army."

"I can do it."

"Oh, I know you can, but don't you think you… well, the thing is I don't know if you'll be lucky again at finding more horcruxes."

Before Harry's temper boiled over the edge, an owl crashed into the Common room window.

"Ali's owl…" Harry unfolded the parchment.

Hey, Harry. Occlumency tonight at 8. Come prepared. You're not leaving until you get it.

-Ali

P.S- bring that locket if you can.

Harry checked the clock. It was 7.

"What does she want?"

"Occlumency tonight."

Ron laughed. "You're starting again? Good luck mate."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll need that. She's not letting me go until I get it."

Ron laughed, but Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Well, I think it's a very good method."

"Yeah, I thought you'll say something like that." Ron said, leaning back in his chair.

"Well, really! I was very shocked Snape just let you go like that."

"Well, he ended up being on the bad side, didn't he?"

"Still. Now, you're sure to be a great occlumens. And, you know now she can't be on the bad side because she's so willing to help you. So that means you could…"

"Hermione…" Harry said, standing up. He found it made people intimidated. "Not yet, okay?"

Hermione blew the hair out of her eyes and went back to reading.

"I'm going to go now." Harry said, feeling the tension in the room.

"Bye."

"Bye."

Harry nodded to his friends as he walked out of the portrait. It won't hurt to be late, right?

"HARRY!"

He turned to see Ali running towards him.

"What are you doing? Occlumency's at 8."

"Thought I'll drop by earlier. Is that okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Sure. I was getting some food." She said as she held up a bag.

"Biscotti?"

"No thanks."

"Muffin?"

"No thanks."

"Biscuit?"

"No thanks."

"Are you on a diet?"

"No."

She shoved a chocolate frog into his hands.

"You'll need it. Follow me. You better be ready for a long night, Mr. Potter."

"Okay… it can't hurt that much, can it?"

Ali laughed.

When the reached her classroom, she pushed the desks to the side to leave some room. She faced him.

"Let's see how far you've gone."

"I really haven't…"

"Think about the first person you ever killed."

"What? I've never-"

"Don't ask. Just think about the first person you ever killed. Don't think about anything but that person."

Harry opened his mouth to object, but she shushed him.

"Think…"

Nothing came to him. He hadn't killed anyone! What was he supposed to think about? He tried to think of someone he'd killed but nothing came.

He barely heard her whisper Legilimens.

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Muahahaha. Okay. That was like the longest chapter I've ever wrote. I can't believe how long the chapters are for this story.

I hope you guys liked it... I've finished the LAST CHAPTER (I coudn't resist.) ! It's going to be one hell of a chapter. And I started on chapter 5.

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