The following morning, when Kreacher brought them a delicious breakfast, clearly thankful that they had completed Master Regulus's mission for him, FitzSkimmons asked him about speaking with the goblins.

"Kreacher, is there a way for you to set up a private meeting for us with one of the top goblins at Gringotts, a meeting no one but the four of us and the goblin in question knows about, and then take us to and from said meeting?" asked Simmons.

"The goblins will be happy to meet with the distinguished Lord Potter-Black and his wives," croaked Kreacher.

"Then please set that up for us, and as soon as is reasonably possible," said Simmons. "But we need the goblin to be in a good mood, as we have a request of him that he may not normally be inclined to grant us. Also, if there's any possibility that you could get a goblin that is more opposed to evil magic than otherwise, that would be a benefit, but we understand completely if that is outside your scope of knowledge about the goblins and ability to do."

"Kreacher will see what he can do," answered the house elf with an actual, full bow at a mudblood for the first time in this timeline of his life, before disappearing with a crack.

"Step one complete," said Daisy once their house elf was gone. "Now let's just hope we can sweet-talk them into handing over Hufflepuff's Cup, and we'll be down to Nagini and Riddle himself."

"How's your gut feeling that this is where the Cup is?" Fitz asked Simmons. "You're the one who seems most closely connected to the books for whatever reason. Always have been, realizing this was a book series during second year, and just seems like you're always most on the ball."

"Probably because I'm pretty sure I've read the books more than both of you combined, and I dabbled in a little fanfiction writing of my own in the series during our Sci-Ops years, even if none of it ever saw the light of day," answered Simmons. "But it means that I've gone through the books more times and more closely than either of you."

"Jemma Anne Simmons?! Fanfiction?! You absolutely have to show us it when we get back home!" exclaimed Daisy. "Like I mean literally the exact second we get back. Harmony, I assume?"

"Obviously," answered Simmons. "And I don't have to show you anything, but I'll see if I can find some of it in whatever computer files I buried it in. I would say only if you promise not to judge me, but you've spent the entire time we've known each other judging me," Simmons finished with a smirk at her wife.

"Yeah, yeah, fun times, but how are you feeling about our plan?" Fitz interrupted before the conversation could go too far astray.

"Ah, yes — well, I can't say I'm any more sure that this is from the book, but I'm also not any less," answered Simmons. "So I guess that's to say, I think there is a very real chance Harry, Hermione, and Ron got Hufflepuff's Cup from Gringotts, but I don't know what vault or by what means — though I think we can fairly safely guess based on the previous six books, that they didn't think to use their house elf to get them a private conversation with a goblin to ask for it nicely."

~FSK~

Several hours later, Kreacher reappeared.

"A goblin is waiting, if you are able to come now," he said.

"Take us there," replied Daisy.

They apparated into a nicely appointed office, including a large, ornate wooden desk behind which a well-dressed goblin was sitting. As Kreacher disappeared, FitzSkimmons took the three available chairs.

"My name is Gorthank, and your house elf informed us that you have a matter of urgency with which you wish to discuss with the goblins," the goblin said gruffly once they were all settled in.

"Indeed, and I will let the Mrs Potter-Black explain, but first, these are my wives Hermione Granger Potter-Black, and Ronna Potter-Black," said Fitz, before turning to give his full attention to Simmons.

"Gorthank, Sir, we understand that goblins do not question what is put by witches and wizards in the vaults they borrow from you, but there is a certain article we believe you might be interested in knowing about, if it is in fact being stored here at Gringotts," began Simmons. "Which I will be completely up front with you, we do not know for sure if it is here or not, but we have reasonable suspicion that it might be. If I may ask, Sir, have you ever heard of a magical object called a horcrux?"

The visible shudder the goblin gave seemed a very promising sign to the three of them, as did even more so his response. "A most vile piece of magic only a witch or wizard could ever think of inventing, let alone actually performing. We goblins know death is but one more step in the existence of all creatures with souls, and have no desire to prolong our time here beyond what we are given. As you may have noticed in your short though they may be years, there are no goblin ghosts, and splitting one's soul is act of utmost depravity."

"Then I imagine you would be greatly upset to hear that we believe that the wizard Tom Riddle Jr, or one of his Death Eater slaves, has stored one of his horcruxes in these very vaults," Simmons said delicately, knowing that everything hinged on this.

"How dare he!?" exclaimed Gorthank, literally jumping up from his seat, though given his height this made little difference in that area — but the look on his face would have scared even the bravest of wizards had it been directed at them.

Once Gorthank had hopped back up in his seat, quickly remembering he was just as tall if not taller sitting in his chair than standing on the ground, he said to FitzSkimmons, "And you believe that he has placed one of these vile creations in our sacred halls?"

"We believe it is a possibility, Sir," answered Daisy, taking over the talking. "We have already destroyed five, scattered across the country from the house of his grandfather, to the Come and Go Room at Hogwarts as the house elves call it, to giving one to Lucius Malfoy to keep safe, to a hidden lake in a cave by the sea. And we have narrowed down the possible locations of the only remaining one we do not know the location of to just a few spots, the most likely of which we believe to be the Gringotts vault of one of his most trusted Death Eaters. Our first guess is Bellatrix LeStrange, though that is really mostly a guess, beyond the fact that she seems to be the closest to a second-in-command that he has, or is capable of having."

"The LeStranges and Blacks — no offense meant to the present company — have long stored foul objects in our vaults," said Gorthank. "Objects we allow, though do not approve of, as we do not concern ourselves with the affairs of wizards beyond their use of our gold. But a horcurx is an object of evil beyond what we can turn a blind eye to. Wait here, and I will have one of our best and most skilled goblins search the LeStrange vault, along with a few other families' vaults who have connections with the wizard Riddle and are known to have stored many dark objects in their vaults over the years."

And before any of them could even say that it was Hufflepuff's Cup that they were looking for, the goblin had disappeared out of the room. But less than thirty minutes later, during which FitzSkimmons occupied themselves using Wingardium Leviosa to float one of Simmons' four earrings back and forth between them, Gorthank and another goblin reentered the room, the second goblin carrying Hufflepuff's Cup that they could remember from Dumbledore's private lessons the year before.

"We found this in the LeStrange vault," said Gorthank as the second goblin placed the cup on Gorthank's desk before leaving again. "Is this what you were looking for?"

"Exactly!" exclaimed Simmons. "Hufflepuff's Cup, stolen from Hepzibah Smith by Riddle after he murdered her, along with Slytherin's Locket which she also owned. Thank you very much."

"And you said you know how to destroy it?" asked Gorthank, looking at them hard. "These are very well protected objects in every case that I have ever heard of."

"We have the Sword of Gryffindor — only please don't let anyone at Hogwarts know this, as they would be most upset," answered Fitz.

"Yes, that would certainly destroy a horcrux," Gorthank muttered as much to himself as to them, before looking back up at FitzSkimmons and saying, "Thank you for bringing this to our attention — the goblins owe you for this. Now if you have nothing else —"

"We will be on our way," said Simmons. "And thank you for believing us, and helping us. I believe we both helped each other greatly today."

Bows all around, and an apparation from Kreacher, and FitzSkimmons were once again standing in their kitchen with a horcrux ready to be destroyed.

"Just set it upright, swing the sword, and Bob's your uncle?" said Fitz.

"Worked on all the others," answered Simmons.

And like on all the others, when the blade of the sword made contact with the gold of Hufflepuff's Cup, there was a long, drawn-out scream, but the cup, which had clattered to floor after being knocked off the table by the blow of the sword, had just the faintest scratch on the rim of it where the sword made contact. And this time, as there were no gemstones imbedded in the cup, there was nothing to even crack in half.

"So now we just have to figure out how to draw Riddle into a trap with his pet, and we'll be hunky-dory," sighed Daisy.

The following morning, Fitz and Daisy awoke to find their wife missing from bed.

Throwing on just enough clothes to almost be presentable, they began walking through the castle to find her. And find her they soon did, just a few hallways away from their bedroom, huddled in a corner hugging her knees tightly to her chest, crying softly.

"Jemma, sweetie, are you okay?" Daisy asked softly as she sat down next to her wife and pulled her into a hug.

Simmons cried against the younger girl's chest for several minutes, before finally whispering out, "I remembered the end of the book."

"Oh," said Fitz from where he'd sat down on her other side and was stroking her back. "How bad? Does one of us have to die?"

Simmons sighed, collecting herself and wiping away the last remnants of her tears with the back of her hand, before sitting up straight.

"Sort of. Harry is a seventh horcrux, or near enough. But in the book he comes back just fine, even if it might have been better for him if he'd stayed dead because he ends up with Ginevra instead of Hermione, and Hermione ends up with Ronald despite him having spent six years abusing her. But I'm getting off topic.

"The book's a little questionable on its reasoning for why, but as I see it, Riddle hits Harry with Avada. And Avada obviously kills whatever it hits, but in the unique case of Harry having both his own soul and part of Riddle's soul living inside his body, there are two possible souls that can pass on. In a convenient plot device, this gives Harry the ability to return to his body since the Avada can take Riddle's soul fragment as its victim, instead of Harry. And because Avada leaves the body it hits completely unharmed, Harry has a perfectly fine body to return to and live out the rest of his days. Obviously there's more fighting still, but as far as Harry goes, that's how the final horcrux is destroyed. Also, Dumbledore hid from Harry all this time that he was a pig being raised for the slaughter.

"Also also, Snape knows, and while he's still probably the most evil person in the entire series with how he abused something like sixteen years worth of students that had to suffer under him, he has legitimately been working for Dumbledore this entire time — though he only stopped being a Death Eater because of his lust over Lily Evans. He admitted to Dumbledore that he asked Riddle to only murder James and Harry, and not Lily, presumably so that he could finally have Lily to himself like he'd been wanting since before they'd even started Hogwarts. Though whether that would have been by love potion, just straight up old-fashioned kidnapping, or if he would have actually accepted the 'no' Lily obviously would have given him after her husband and child were murdered, Snape didn't say and Dumbledore didn't ask. Instead he simply asked Snape that if Lily meant so much to him, why not ask Riddle to spare her, and when Snape said he had, Dumbledore said with the most contempt I've ever heard or read out of him, 'You disgust me. You do not care, then, about the deaths of her husband and child? They can die, as long as you have what you want?', something Snape refused to answer. And then since Lily did die, instead of Harry or Neville, who Dumbledore told Harry fifth year the prophecy also could have referred to, Snape spent six years abusing Harry and Neville for surviving instead of the girl he also wasn't very nice to for like eight years before and during Hogwarts, including calling her a mudblood.

"But enough about Snape, as we already knew he was in the running for Most Evil Person in the entire book series with Riddle and Umbridge, all three of them just slightly lower than Ward. Fitz surviving is what's important here. Now, I don't know exactly how the whole any of us dying here thing works, but I have an idea that I think is about the best plan we can go for and still kill Riddle — which I have a bad feeling the 0-8-4 sending us home hinges on."

"And that is?" Daisy asked with a sigh, knowing it still couldn't be great.

"We pull a May, when we gave her the full body restart," answered Simmons. "Or, to put it clearer, we have to kill Fitz in a hospital where we have access to all the necessary equipment for me to immediately revive him. And I hate having to do this to Fitz as much as I hated having to do it with May, more probably because I wasn't married to May, but I don't want to leave it up to Fitz being able to come back on his own like Harry does — I want to be able to make him come back, no matter what."

"Damn," sighed Fitz, leaning back against the wall. "I was really hoping to avoid second death."

"At least you'll now be tied with Coulson for the most deaths on the team," Daisy joked weakly.

Despite the graveness of the entire situation, it still got weak chuckles out of FitzSimmons.

But after a second, Fitz looked at his older wife and said, "Jokes aside, how exactly are we actually going to do this, and when?"

Simmons thought for several seconds, before answering, "I think we should apparate to a hospital not around here, go inside to get a look around and figure out the layout and where we'll need to go, and then in the middle of tonight — or tomorrow morning, technically — we return under disillusionment charms and the invisibility cloak. Once in an empty room" — here she took a shuddering breath — "I'll cast Avada before immediately reviving you, while Daisy stands guard in case anyone tries to interrupt us, though I wouldn't think it possible any of their equipment could be wirelessly hooked up to the security system in the late nineties, and to help me if I need anything. And hopefully — dear God, hopefully — you'll be back with us within seconds, and we'll be able to plan the final stage of killing Nagini and Riddle."

At the end of this she let out another sob and buried her face in Fitz's chest this time. It took Fitz and Daisy several minutes to calm her down again, and convince her to move into the kitchen with them to wait on breakfast from Kreacher.

~FSK~

It was a depressive sort of day after that, as they reluctantly planned their mission to kill Fitz, until they finally apparated to a small-town hospital near where Simmons had grown up.

Walking inside they slowly looked around, taking everything in, before finally walking up to the nurses desk.

"Hi. We need to use your resuscitation equipment," Simmons said to the nurse on duty.

As the nurse just stared at her in predictable surprise and confusion, Daisy unhelpfully supplied, "We need to do a full system reboot on Fitz here, and we need your medical equipment to bring him back. And don't worry, Jemma's done this before — and she's basically a doctor."

At this the nurse did exactly what they'd hoped she would do, and glanced back towards where the extra crash carts were stored, telling them exactly where they need to go when they came back that night.

Looking back at FitzSkimmons the nurse said, "I'm afraid medical equipment is only for hospital personnel, and if you don't have a medical reason for being here, I suggest you leave immediately."

FitzSkimmons gave slight nods, before turning around and walking back out. Once down the road and away from any prying eyes, they apparated back to their castle, to plan their assault for that night.

And once night had fallen, and they could delay no longer, they cast disillusionment charms on themselves and apparated back to the hospital under the cover of Harry's invisibility cloak, right into the little green space in front of the hospital, so they wouldn't have as far to walk crowded under the invisibility cloak. Once inside, they cast the Muffliato charm that Harry had been such a big fan of the previous year in every direction that there seemed to be people in, before carefully and quietly sneaking past the nurses' desk and towards the room that the nurse had glanced towards during their previous trip.

Nonverbally casting Alohomora on the door, when no one was looking they slipped inside, before locking the door back behind them with much stronger, magical locking charms, throwing up silencing charms so that no one outside could hear the sounds of Simmons shocking Fitz back to life, and undisillusioning themselves so that they could see each other again. Once all the necessary magical safety precautions were in place, they finally looked around to really take stock of the room they were in, and found they'd picked well. It was a spacious storage closet with a multitude of the crash carts Simmons expected to need to bring her husband back to life after killing him, along with a plethora of other medical equipment should she need anything else.

Once Simmons had all the equipment she expected to need ready to go, and equipment that she could possibly need within reach, Fitz lay down on the floor, and Simmons pulled her wand back out.

Looking down at her husband, she pointed her wand at his heart, and in a cracked voice whispered, "I love you," before saying determinedly and a little forcefully, having to mentally force herself to actually cast it, but also full of conviction that it was the only option — "Avada Kedavra."

A flash of green light flew from the tip of her wand to his prone body, and he immediately stopped living.

Simmons' wand dropped from her hand, as she quickly dropped to her knees next to him and grabbed the paddles, placing them on his chest and hitting the button. As his heart, and the entire rest of his body, was still in perfect working condition since it had merely been hit by Avada, after just one shock he gasped back to life, before being nearly smothered right back to death by Simmons' extremely tight hug as soon as she'd chucked the paddles away to make sure she didn't accidentally hit the button again and shock either of them unintentionally.

Daisy, meanwhile, after breathing out a sigh of more immense relief than she thought she ever had before, walked over to the crash cart to flip the defibrillator off, knowing that much medical knowledge. Then she kneeled down next to her husband and wife, and after giving their combined form a hug, gently peeled Simmons away from Fitz enough to give him a solo hug of her own, and to make sure that Simmons didn't suffocate him back to death in her joy that their plan had gone off without a hitch and that he was alive again for the second time in his life.

"Never die on me again," Simmons breathed out as she petted Daisy's back as the younger wife gave their husband her hug. "Either of you."

"I would point out that you were the one who killed me this time, but I'm just too happy this worked to tease you at the moment," replied Fitz. "But don't worry, you will hear it later when it's been long enough that we can look back on this and laugh."

"I would expect no less, dear husband of mine," answered Simmons with a smile.

"So how was death when you can remember it, and partially as Harry?" asked Daisy.

"Literally all the time I had was to open my eyes and see a vast empty whiteness, before I — for lack of a better word — woke back up here, coughing and then immediately being suffocated by my wife who'd just brought me back," answered Fitz, smirking at the end at Simmons.

"Well, forgive me for being happy to have you back — see if I bring you back from the dead a third time," Simmons teasingly retorted, before saying seriously, "But since you are alive, and I won't be getting Daisy all to myself, we really need to undo our charms so that the rest of the hospital can use this stuff again, and apparate back to our castle to sleep off your death and resurrection, and then get started on planning the final battle."