"Bloody...Wizards?"

-Elizabeth Turner

A story of when Pirates meet Wizards

A/N: R & R please!

Chapter Eight: Lost in Time (Harry Potter)

Harry, Hermione and Ron snuck through the front gate and dissapparated to Grimauld Place as soon as Fred and George had set off their Ever-Lasting Fireworks, which turned the hair of the people they passed over which ever color the fire work was. At the moment, Harry's was blonde, Hermione's so red she could be counted as a Weasley and Ron's was bright pink and green.

"How long dyou suppose this stuff lasts?" Ron irritably asked, rolling his eyes up in attempt to look at his hair which he hadn't gotten a proper look at yet.

"Don't know," Harry said just as there was a resounding CRACK beside him.

He looked around and found a furious-faced purple-haired Ginny, "Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" she demanded.

"I…" Harry began, wanting to say, "just wanted to keep you safe," but realized he would've been contradicting himself.

She glared at him, her face growing slightly pink and tears brimming near her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Ginny, I just don't want you to…"

"Get hurt? Killed? Kidnapped? Tortured? Which is it?"

"Yes," he answered with a sigh, looking away from her, "Look, we should get inside before someone unpleasant finds us," he said, looking at Ron and Hermione.

All four of them were silent in concentration as a house appeared between two others.

Harry nodded and they all entered.

"I was hoping I'd never have to see the inside of this place again," Harry darkly said. He felt a hand on his shoulder and found Hermione looking sympathetically at him.

"Well, I suppose we can start looking for the Slytherin Locket. Didn't we see it here a few summers ago when we were trying to clean?" Ginny cheerfully asked, though she was regarding Hermione with a stern eye. She immediately took her hand off of Harry's shoulder.

"Yes, great idea, Ginny," she softly said, "I'll look in Kreature's…er…bed area. Harry and Ron, you can look in the Drawing Room, isn't that where we found it? Ginny…"

"I'll look else where," she said before Hermione could assign her a spot and marched up the stairs.

"Alright, cmon, Ron," he said, heading up the stairs behind Ginny.

There were still many cases to look through, but Harry was sure they'd thrown the locket out.

Before they actually got into the room, they heard a scuffling noise and the resounding BONG of an empty metal cauldron. Expecting to find Kreature, Harry and Ron rounded the corner and entered the room only to find the round frame of…

"Mundungus?" they said at the same time.

The man stiffened from his positions where he'd been rifling through things, but did not face them.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked.

"Oh, just… you know, going through old things Sirius left me…" he began.

Just as he had done in Hogsmeade, Harry took him by his collar, "Don't…lie to me, Fletcher," he said through clenched teeth, "Sirius left me every thing in his house including the things in this room. Where's the locket?" he suddenly asked, dreading the answer.

Mundungus eyes widened, "You mean the one with the pic…" he began, but Harry shook him, causing his cauldron full of stolen goods to drop to the ground.

"YOU BLOOD WELL KNOW WHICH LOCKET I'M TALKING ABOUT!" he yelled.

Fletcher shook with fright and stuttered.

Harry began again softly, "Where…is…the locket…of Slytherin?" he asked.

His eyes widened again, but in mock recognition, "Oh! That locket! Well, you should've said so. I sold it."

Harry felt his stomach drop a hundred miles, "Where?" he hissed.

"B…Borgin and Burkes," he stuttered.

"Buy it back," Harry ordered.

"I can't, I…"

"BUY IT BACK OR I'LL KILL YOU! I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!" Harry threatened, surprised at his own anger.

Mundungus nodded, "Alright, alright I'll buy it back I'll buy it back!"

"If you don't…If you aren't back in three days by this time, Fletcher…I swear to you," Harry said, narrowing his eyes, "I have ways of finding people I need and finding them quickly. I have a whole army of aurors at my control, don't think I won't use them."

He nodded again, the color completely leaving his face, "Alright, let go, I'll do it, I'll do it. I'll be back by tomorrow morning."

Harry let go of him, letting him fall in a pathetic heap to the floor, "Don't take anything else from this house."

Mundungus nodded, dumping everything from his cauldron onto the floor, then disappeared down the stairs.

Harry turned around to find Ron pale-faced, Ginny wide-eyed and Hermione breathless with her hand over her chest as if she were having a heart attack.

"Well? What dyou expect me to do?" he asked them, "Stand around while he steals and sells Voldemort's horcruxes?" he demanded.

Hermione slowly shook her head while Ron started at the spot that Fletcher had been moments ago.

"Harry, Ginny and I found something in a drawer in a room that we must've forgot to clean," she said with a trembling voice.

"What is it?" he asked, genuine curiosity filling his voice.

She walked to him, holding out a piece of paper.

He glanced at her, then down at the parchment,

"I don't know when I'll be able to get this to you, Tom Riddle, or even if I'll live long enough to give it to you. I believe you are already aware of my actions and intend to rid of me as soon as you can. In any case, I've hidden one of your horcruxes. No, I couldn't destroy it like I did Hufflepuff's cup; yes, I destroyed it, so I hid it somewhere that you wouldn't even venture to guess. I'll give you two clues. The first is that you'll need a time-turner to find it. The second is that you'll need to spin it until you're back in the year of 1763. Good luck. Or not.

-R.A.B."

Harry re-read it several times before handing it to Ron and looking up at Ginny and Hermione, "It's the same initials as the person that left the note in the faulty locket," he said, mindlessly fingering the locket in his pocket.

"Not only that," she said, bringing out a goblet Harry only recognized from Tom Riddle's memory, "But he destroyed one of the horcruxes that we were going to search for, and we have it with us."

"That's good. So, we have something of Hufflepuff's, Slytherin's locket coming to us, the snake is with Voldemort…so the only thing we have to look for left would be something of Gryffindor's or Ravenclaw's. But what would that be and where is it?" he asked no one inparticular.

"I think it's something of Ravenclaw's," Hermione said, though she looked as if she weren't completely sure, "And Harry… I don't think this 'R.A.B' character meant to hide it so he could find it again. I think he lost it. I think he lost it in time."