Cedric was floating… it was so blissful, light, sweet. Were those things in white with… wings? WINGS?

Oh, I'm in heaven. It's quite nice, really.

Cedric smiled at the angels (he assumed they were – after all, what was heaven without angels?) floating at the side of the entrance. The entrance was magnificent, an arch made of solid gold with vines twisting their way up. Tiny white flowers bloomed at those vines, closed, and then bloomed again for the onlooker. He started to walk right in, only to be stopped forcibly by one of the angels.

"You are not allowed to go in."

And I thought angels were supposed to be nice and gentle…wait a minute. I can't go in?

"But I am dead! What am I supposed to do if I can't go in?" he asked, puzzled and frustrated. Maybe I got transported to the wrong place… maybe I was supposed to go to Hell or something.

"It is not your time yet. Wait outside, for your fate writes that you will be revived."

WHAT? Revived? Alive again? And just after I got over the shock of being dead! Cedric was getting more pissed by the minute.

"Look. Are you all playing a joke on me or something? First I grabbed the Triwizard cup with Harry, thinking that I was winning, and the next moment I know, I was dead, and brought up here after saying my last words to Harry. And now you tell me I can't go in 'cause I am going to be alive again?"

The angels stood stolidly at the sides of the gates, their spears held rigidly in their hands, with no reaction to whatever he had said. Cedric ran a hand through his brown hair, gave off a rather childish Humph!, and stomped off to one of those floating chairs there.

Heaven is a really irritating place. He laid down on the bench, and kicked the side of it violently.

A voice immediately spoke. "According to rule number 134, you are not allowed to damage any public property in Heaven, and actions include kicking or punching. This is your first warning. Do that again, and you will get a demerit point."

WHAT! They have rules in Heaven? WTH! This day really sucks.

"According to rule number 58, you are not allowed to swear in Heaven, whether in thoughts or in speech. This is your first warning. Do that again and you will get a demerit point."

Cedric's only answer was to aim the angel who voiced out the rules like a robot with a searing glare that could burn through metal.

"Well, what do we do now?" Hermione asked Harry once they were out in the open. Moody, Lupin and Tonks, true to their word, had stayed hidden, but they could feel their presence near them.

"Well… according to Dumbledore, Voldermort most likely had seven horcruxes. We think that two of them have been destroyed, so that leaves five. We have that fake locket," and here he stopped, and scowled deeply at it, "and I suppose… we should start from there."

Harry continued scowling at the locker, his brows furrowed. His eyes had a flash of pain, which lingered there till Hermione spoke up, in which he woke up from his daze.

"So how do we start from there?"

Harry looked at Ron. Ron looked back at Harry. "I dunno?" Ron struggled his shoulders. "What do we do?"

"Harry!" Hermione almost shrieked. "You're the one whom Dumbledore talked to!" She paced back and forth. "Just open the locker I guess, and we will see how to go from there."

The note stared back at them. R.A.B. What or who could it be?

A/N: Another chapter after a long long time (alright, I apologize! haha)...