"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THAT MURDERER IS HERE?" roared Harry as McGonagall entered Harry's room the following morning.

"Mr. Potter! You will not ever raise your tone to me that way or speak like that in front of me either." Minerva was wearing her wizarding robes and her usual stern expression although her eyes seemed weary and tired. "He was acting under Albus's orders."

"Professor Dumbledore told Snape to kill him? Because I was there and Dumbledore never said, 'Severus, kill me" .

"That is enough" snapped McGonagall "Dumbledore knew that if he wasn't killed, Snape and Mr. Malfoy would die." Voices from downstairs floated up to Harry's room and McGonagall shut the door. "Whatever he was showing you, he though you needed to know. He knew that it would come down to him being killed by either Severus or the Dark Lord and you can probably guess who he chose."

"He ran though, why didn't he stay?"

"He had to keep his cover to the Dark Lord up, once again, on Dumbledore's orders. He too refuses to tell me the details saying it was Albus's wishes, but…" Her voice had cracked but was once again stern "I'm the headmistress."

"It's something he wanted me to do on my own, he wouldn't want this to become a group project, and this is how it has to be. Me and Voldemort."

"Potter, your only sixteen-"

"Almost seventeen-"

"Does it really matter? You have no chance right now of defeating-"

"I will if I can finish the task that Dumbledore and I started."

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When Harry emerged downstairs, Snape was nowhere to be found and Harry was glad. He didn't think that he could ever trust Snape again, not that he ever had anyways….

"Harry, can I talk to you alone for a second?" Hermione inquired as he entered the kitchen.

"Sure." They walked to the study where two years ago (it seemed much longer ago to Harry) Harry, Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley and the twins had tried to eliminate all the doxies from the curtains.

"What is it?" Harry sat down in the chair and faced Hermione.

"The locket that you and Dumbledore found-" Hermione was cut off

"I though that we decided that as long as it was destroyed, it didn't matter?"

"Its just that I figured out who R.A.B is."

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"You have absolutely no right to be mad at Harry." Meghan was once again In Draco's room and was staring at him with an evil glare.

"So?"

"What do you mean, 'so'? You tried to kill his favorite teacher."

"I didn't do it did I?"

"I can't believe this, you have absolutely no remorse and you blame Snape for all this?" Draco didn't reply but Meghan got the drift. " I can't believe I ever thought you could change." With that, she stormed out of his room. Leaving a confused and annoyed Draco in her wake.

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"Ronald!" Screamed Ginny, bursting into the kitchen and making everyone jump.

"What!" Ron said irritably. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night and didn't feel like being yelled at in the current point in time. He turned to face her and yet out a yell of shock before beginning to laugh.

"I guess Fred and Georges Coloring Facial Cream does work then." Ginny yet out a yowl before lunging at Ron who was quite scared at having a wild looking Red face jumping at you.

"You will pay Weasley!"

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"I was looking at the family tree-"

"I thought Sirius burned it?"

"So did I but when I was in the attic, I found another one." Hermione looked excited and she began talking fast and pacing back and forth along the floor. "It was in a trunk that was covered up. Anyway, I was looking at it and I say a name that made me think, Regulas A. Black. R.A.B." Hermione's eyes were wide and excited. Harry was in shock. Why didn't he think of that.

"It makes sense. Sirius said he was a death eater so he could have found out-"

"There's more." Harry didn't know if he could handle more but he let her continue anyways.

"The summer of out fifth year, we came here and cleaned out that cabinet. The one where Kreacher was trying to take everything." Harry nodded, showing that he knew what she was talking about. "Remember that big locket we found, the one that wouldn't open?"

"Its was one of the Horcruxes." Harry whispered, not believing that he couldn't have remembered. "We have to get it."

"That's the thing, we don't know what happened to it and now that we know about it, we also know that the locket hasn't been destroyed."

"Bloody hell, this is getting more and more complicated."

"We do know one person who might know where it is."

"Who?" Harry grimaced, "Kreacher."

"You called master?" The most disgusting house elf Harry had ever seen appeared before him, going into a deep bow. "The filthy half-blood walk around as if the place is his own, when me mistress…"

Shut up Kreacher, your 'mistress' is dead and her portrait gone. I want you to no longer talk about me or my friends around us or by yourself." Kreacher gave an involuntary squeak as he tried to answer, undoubted trying to say something rude.

"Yes Master" He once again bowed.

"Now, I need you to tell me where the locket is."

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I know it was short but I'm kind of tired and out of it (the holidays can do that to you.) I might update soon but I'm not sure, it just depends on if this writers block goes away.