"Mr. Potter. I am glad to see you again."

"Thank you, Professor."

"I believe you spoke with Professor Dumbledore's portrait?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Then you will be interested to know of the location of a Horcrux."

Harry sat up straighter, "Yes, indeed, Professor."

"I believe I know the location of an object belonging to Rowena Ravenclaw."

"What is it, Professor?"

She eyed him a moment, "Her quill."

"Where is it, Professor?"

"Somewhere here."

"At Hogwarts?"

"Yes. Though it was difficult, I managed to retrieve a new memory. From Lucius Malfoy."

"May I see it?"

McGonnagall took out a bottle of silver liquid and poured it into a small bowl beside her.

Harry took a deep breath and plunged his hand into a memory.

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Due to technical error, the memory of Lucius Malfoy cannot be seen at this time. You'll just have to find out from Harry.

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We now return to our story, already in progress.

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"Did you understand what the hag said?" McGonnagall asked.

"I think she said 'Raven's feather is under the first stone'."

"Yes, that's it."

"What does it mean?"

" 'Raven's feather' is Ravenclaw's quill…"

"So it may be. Now perhaps you will be able to find the first stone?"

"I'll try, Professor."

"Now I believe Miss Weasley is waiting for you in Hogsmede?"

Harry's cheeks reddened, "Yes, Professor."

"Good day, Mr. Potter," she turned and began to watch the memory before her.

"Good day, Professor," Harry stood and left the office, puzzling over his clue, the first stone, he thought, the first of what?

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"Harry!"

Harry smiled, "Hello Ginny."

She reached up and pulled him down beside her. They were now both sitting in Three Broomsticks, across from Ron and Hermione.

"Where'd you go?" Ron, who had been recently discharged from the Infirmary, asked.

"McGonnagall wanted to see about something."

"What was it, then?"

Harry began to whisper, though, in the crowded pub, it would have been difficult to hear anyone, "About destroying Voldemort."

"Don't say that name!" Ron hissed, looking about.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Oh, grow up Ronald."

Ron ignored her, "So you're the other bloke from that Prophesy?"

Harry stared at him, "How did you know about that?"

Ron shrugged, "Neville told us."

"Yes. I'm the guy that got stuck with the job."

Ginny squeezed his hand, "So what did McGonnagall say?"

"She found one of Voldemort's Horcruxes—at Hogwarts."

Hermione was the only one who was shocked by this, "One of them? How many did he make?"

"Six."

Hermione's mouth dropped open—then she fainted.

"Oi! Rosemerta! Got any smelling salts?" Ron shouted as Ginny checked her friend's pulse.

The proprietor opened a drawer and pulled out a potion, "This should work."

Ron took it from her and forced it down Hermione's throat. After a moment, she awoke sputtering.

"Thanks Rosemerta."

"No problem."

Hermione stared at Harry, "He'd made six of those damn things?"

"Hermione!"

Her cheeks reddened, "I'm sorry. How many do we know of?"

Harry started counting, "We've got Riddle's diary, and his uncle's ring and we still have to find Hufflepuff's tea cup, Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's quill and the snake."

"So McGonnagall found—"

"Ravenclaw's quill. She thinks its here, but the only clue we have is that it's under 'the first stone'."

"First stone of what? Hogwarts?"

Harry shook his head, "I don't know."

Ginny grabbed his hand, "We'll find out together!"

Hermione smiled, "Of course we will."

Ron hit Harry's shoulder, "You're one of us now, mate, and we help each other."

Harry smiled, "That's great, Ron. So, to the Library?"

"Of course."

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