Recap:

'Have you seen what is down there?' Ron asked.

Harry shined the light from his wand down the hole and thought that he saw Aragog reborn.

'See what I mean.' Said Ron.

The acromantula in the hole, was probably about the same size of the one that had recently passed away at Hagrids. It didnt seem like it was in for much excitement, but rather that it wanted to have company. Hermione is the one who understood this.

She approached the edge of the hole and she started to chatter wierdly. It turned out that she was an arachnaparle, which meant that she could talk to spiders and scorpions, or rather any type of invertibret.

She then got up and talked to Harry and Ron.

'She says that if we do fall in, we are supposed to die, but she doesnt want to do that. If we fall in she is going to grab us and help us back up to the top.'

Ron said nothing, but slightly backed away from Hermione.

'Why didnt you tell us that you could talk to them great things?' Harry asked

'I didnt think that it was realy all that important. And besides' she lowered her vioce to a whisper 'look what it does to Ron.' she had a gloomy look on her face when she finished her statement. Ron who by that time was almost out of the wand light took a step forward.

'So- um- are we- um going now?' He asked

'Yes, we are, lets go Hermione.' The both took a few steps back and took a running start at getting over the hole.

'I didn't mean that way! I meant go home!' Ron yelled, sounding depressed.

'Too late Ron, we are going to find that Horocrux.' said Hermione 'With or without you. I personally would prefer if you were with us, but I dont think that it would stop us completely if you left.'

'I know I'm gona regret this' Ron muttered.

He ran and jumped and he made it, well almost. He was hanging off the edge and then there were the hairy legs around him. He stopped breathing, because of the fear that he was feeling.

The giant spider simply pushed him up the ledge and then she went back to her peaceful den.

Ron snaped out of his non breathing daze within secconds of the spider being gone. He was truely petrified of them.

'Lucky you had a good feeling about this place Harry' Ron said sarcasticly.

'Well at least she didn't try to eat you.' Said Harry.

'There always has to be a bright side, doesnt there?' Said Ron

'Harry' Hermione said 'We're almost there!'

And right she was. they were at the doorway of a circular room with a large column in the middle. The glow seemed to be coming from the top of it.

'And how are we supposed to get all the way up there?' Ron asked.

Hermione came up with something that Harry suspected that she would 'I could conjure some brooms if-'

'Brooms won't work.' Said Harry as though he had repeated it for the hundredth time. 'Voldemort would have thought of that. We have to look for traces of magic.'

'And how are we supposed to know if we find some? We don't even know what Voldemorts signature is like!' Hermione said trying to be the smart one.

'I will know it if I find it. It might be a ladder, might be stairs. I dont know, but all I know is that we have to get up there.' Harry said

'How would you know his magical signature?' asked hermione.

'I have been attacked by him countless times and I believe that I will notice if it isnt a regular rock.' Harry said rebutting her last statement.

'But you-' Hermione started

'I will know, and if I dont know I am still going to try. That may just be one 7th of Voldemorts soul up there, and one of the four or five parts that are left.' Harry said starting to get annoyed. 'If I'm wrong then you can boast all you want, but I am going to try, wether I am successful or not, we dont know untill I stop getting argued with and get the chance to try this out!'

The sadness was etched into Hermione's face as she moved back towards the wall.

'If you want to help me you could try and remember some spells for finding out if there is magic on the surface of something.' Harry said starting to feel bad. 'That way we can see if my guesses are acurate.'

She nodded and got the same look on her face as she did whenever she was trying hard to remember something.

Harry started looking at the wall around the pillar in the middle and feeling it in some spots as though he would feel a difference in temerature. He however approached one place on the wall and felt his body quiver just like it did the first time that he found his wand in Olivanders.

'Hermione what do you know about wands and their cores. Like you know that mine has the tailfeather of a phoenix, and a feather from the same one is in Voldemort's wand. Do you know if I would have any specific connections with the palces that he used his wand.'

' I believe so. Also the owner, or master of the animal would have connections with the magic.' Hermione stated.

It all made sence. Why Dumbledore could sence where Voldemort had cast his spells. Harry could feel it too. Harry had never told Ron and Hermione that his wands core came from Dumbledores bird, because he never thought that it was too important, now he realised how important it really was.

'Have you figured out the spell yet?' Harry asked .

'Oh, yes. It is seance ancien. Do you want to do it or do you want me to?' Hermione asked.

'You can do this part, its the part you are best at. The smart stuff. The spot is right here.' Harry said. Ron was lurking in the backround with a look of disbelief on his face.

'Seance Ancien!' Hermione shouted while making complicated movements with her wand.

A thin stream of smoke went from the tip of her wand and over to the wall where it turned into flames. The flames were a purple-red colour and when they died away there was no sign that the wall was on fire at all.

'That means that there is a spell here.' She said. 'The question is what it is.'

'I think i know what it is. Do you have you daggar with you?' Harry asked Ron.

'Yea, but what do you need it for?' He asked holding it just out of Harry's reach.

'The wall needs payment. If I am correct, and Voldemort is indeed following a pattern, than the payment is blood.' Harry said.

Before Harry could stop him, Ron too the daggar and dug it into the back of his hand, making it blead.

'What did you do that for! I was going to pay it!' Harry yelled.

'Listen mate,' said Ron approaching the wall 'your blood is a hell of a lot more valueable than mine, so I decide that I would pay it instead of letting you weaken yourself .'

'Well at least you and Dumbledore agree on something. You both seem to think that I'm too valuable to use my blood to open my own future. Lets just hope you dont end up like him.' Harry said. The whole time that Harry was speaking, Hermione was healing the cut on the back of Rons Hand.

Little had they noticed, the pillar in the middle had began to decline towards the ground , and it stopped when it was almost level with them.

In the middle of the pit that had just formed (the pillar went a little below where the were standing) there was what looked like a statue inside a glass case. Upon further inspection Harry realised that inside the glass case there was a small two handled golden coloured cup.

'It's Hufflepuff's cup!' Harry ran towards it not to touch it, but to get a closer look.

'It's Beautiful' Hermione said.

'How are we supposed to get that?' Ron asked.