Yippee! I survived my first post! I would like people to review though. Hopefully this chapter will give you enough to want to review. Harry Potter Rules! But… I DON'T OWN IT. Here's what happens next…
With a crack Moonita disaperated and reappeared next to an old lamp on the opposite side of the room. The trunks landed with a resounding crash where she had been moments before. The four teens fell to the floor from the resulting shudder the floor gave. Moonita fell into the lamp though, which fell over sending sharp shards of light bulb flying all over. She cried out as many of the shards bit into her hands.
The sound of the owner lady hurrying up the stairs forced all of them to hurry around trying to place things back where they came from. Ron and Moonita ducked inside the wardrobe as the lady burst into the attic.
"Has it happened! Has this old place finally broken off its hinges and fallen to the ground!" she shrieked. "Have we all just been killed by that one awful thud as the wall come tumbl'n down upon us? I swear the noise was of an elephant thundering across the house!"
She continued to ramble and Harry and the others quietly slipped out the attic door. She took no notice of them and continued rambling to one of the steamer trunks. That was the state she was in when the policemen arrived hours latter. No one believed her story of the two teens that magically became four while inside her attic. The policemen just gave her a cup of tea and sent her to bed. But just off the drive in the shadow of a pine tree a wizard watched the scene with foreboding. Hurriedly he apearated off to inform his master.
A few streets off of Grimwald Place, the four apearated shakily upon the sidewalk. Moonita appeared three feet above the sidewalk and fell down to the pavement. Harry hurried over to her and helped her up glancing around for any other dangerous objects she might trip over. Hermione bustled over and inspected Moonita.
"That's a really well done curse," she stated surveying Moonita. "You would hardly be able to detect it. What with using ordinary mundane objects as the source of the curse."
"How do you know, that's what the horucrux did," protested Ron as they all walked down the road towards Grimwald place. "It could just be clumsiness." Moonita shot him a filthy look and Ron hurriedly finished his sentence with: "which we all could have done directly after a blinding flash of light goes off."
"If I remember correctly Ron, it was you who bumped into the pile of trunks in the first place," Moonita stated. She glanced at Hermione. "Are you sure?"
"Almost absolutely," she said. "Here I'll show you."
She picked a large stone out of someone's garden and placed it on the sidewalk in front of them. "Moonita, step over it."
Moonita raised her eyebrows at the rock and stepped over it with her right foot. As she picked up her left foot, the toe of her shoe scuffed against the rock and she stumbled forward and tripped. She grabbed hold of Hermione's arm and the pair of them fell into the street. Herminie pulled herself up.
"See," she said breathlessly. "If a car had been coming the curse would have gotten us both killed." She shuddered and glared at the rock.
Harry shoved it aside and said, "Yeah, and I don't think we'll be testing that again." Moonita nodded from her seat in the gutter.
Later the four were in the kitchen of Grimwald Place. Everyone was lost in thought. They had managed to destroy one horucrux, but how in the world were they going to find the others. Without a word Hermione ran upstairs to grab one of her books. Harry got up and paced around the room. Moonita lay on the floor staring at Crookshanks as the cat ran about the room chasing the knarl she had brought with her. Ron was staring too… at the ceiling. He was reclining in a chair examining a patch of mold stuck on the ceiling. None of the others really thought he was contemplating where to find another horocrux. Ron tended to savor the victory at hand before moving to worrying about the next obstacle. Moonita started changing herself back and forth between being a cat, human, owl and back again just to have something to do.
Moonita's strange case of being a multiple animagis hardly bothered any of the others now. When she had been exchanged to Hogwarts two years ago it had come in handy. Which was Moonita's point when making her case to Harry about helping him find the horucruxes.
There torpor was lifted, however, by the arrival of a decrepit old owl flying in through the window. Everyone started as they registered the bright red envelope as Errol deposited it in Ron's lap. Ron gazed in shock at it.
"What's she doing sending me a Howler?" he said staring at the envelope which could only have come from his mother.
"Oh dear, the portrait in the hallway," Hermione said grimacing from the doorway in anticipation as Ron slit open the letter. Mrs. Weasly's shouts filled the kitchen and could be heard throughout the house.
"RONALD! YOU HAVE NOT SENT ME A LETTER THIS WEEK! HOW AM I SUPPOST TO KNOW YOU HAVEN'T BEEN KILLED OR CAPTURED OR WORSE BY A DEATH EATER IF YOU DO NOT LET ME KNOW YOU ARE ALIVE? THE ONLY REASON I LET YOU GO FLYING ABOUT THE COUNTRY WITH HARRY IS BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WOULD HAVE THE SENSE TO INFORM YOUR FAMILY THAT YOU ARE STILL IN ONE PIECE. WRITE HOME IMMEDIATELY YOUNG MAN OR I'LL COME OVER THERE AND BRING YOU HOME!"
Mrs. Weasly's voice faded as the howling voice of Mrs. Black came wailing in from the hallway. Harry ground his teeth at Sirius's mother's voice and muttered, "I wish we had just destroyed that painting." He didn't look at Ron. Moonita glanced at him. She knew he was blaming himself for Ron's mother's worrying. If any of them died she knew it would weigh heavy on Harry's conscience.
Moonita sighed and stood up. No one did anything as she exited the room and headed up to her room in Grimwald Place. Suddenly she had the strong urge to fly. She changed silently into an eagle and glided up the stairs. In the kitchen below Hermione closed the book she had brought down stairs.
"Harry, tell us again what part of the country would you say that old lady's house was in?"
"I don't know Hermione! I don't notice those kinds of details! That's your thing." Harry massaged his forehead in frustration. They had been over the details of the Hufflepuff cup a thousand times before. "And besides," he said hopelessly. "There would be no reason for him to have left it anywhere near her house. All the other horucruxes were found at important places to him. He wouldn't leave it at some woman's house when he could hide it in a much safer cave or-"
"I know Harry," Herminone said exasperatedly. "But we need to start somewhere. For all we know there might be cave near her old house."
"You-Know-Who wouldn't be daft enough to hide something in the same place twice anyway, would he?" said Ron getting up and stretching his legs as he walked over to the others. "Would hate to be repetitive, wouldn't he."
"I thought we all decided to call him Voldemort," Hermione said sternly. Ron said nothing.
Up in her room Moonita was staring out the window going over everything they knew so far. "There was the ring in Mort's house…" she thought. "The locket in the cave, or was suppose to be in the cave anyway. Those were both places from Voldemort's ancestry. Then at the orphanage. So Voldemort is tending to put the horucruxes in places that he finds important to his family tree." Moonita allowed herself a moment to laugh. "Ha, he always tries to make himself immortal and here he is clinging to the famous Slytherin side of his family, you'd think that was a very mortal thing to do." She thought a moment. "Then why in the cave? Why there?" She gazed around the room for inspiration. On a table sat her sketchbook. An idea began to form in her head. "Voldemort is proud of the mayhem he did there. And at the orphanage. It was the beginning of his life as a wizard and his beginnings of evil. Oh!" Moonita paced the room excitedly. "And the diary was a continuation of his evil, him being the heir of Slitherin. That was his achievement, finding the Chamber of Secrets. So…" Moonita paused her excitement ebbing. Where did that leave them? No farther then where they had started. They already knew all that. They knew Voldemort's life story; as far back as his grandfather down to Voldemort himself. Wait-
They didn't know about Tom Riddle, Voldemort's father! Wouldn't Voldemort be prideful enough to leave a horucrux somewhere pertaining to his muggle father's side? Then that would make it-
"Harry!" Moonita cried as she raced downstairs. "Harry! We have to find out where Voldemort's father lived!"
Ha HA! There you go a nice tasty second chapter. And it leaves us Harry Potter fans with something to think about. Where are all those horucruxes really? I hope you liked it. Harry Potter rules!