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Apparation: Success

Harry's eyes flew open. His scar was burning, hot as ever. It was quite a shock because his scar had not hurt for quite a while.

He glanced at his calendar. Four more days and he could finally turn Dudley into a pig. Something he had wanted to do since he was eleven and Hagrid had first attempted the feat. "Maybe I'll turn him into an elephant," Harry thought. ''It shouldn't be hard. But I might have to knock off a few pounds since elephants only weigh two tons." Harry chuckled at the amusing thought.

But then his mind tuned into the more serious matters. Horcruxes. His mind suddenly flashed to a moment before his fifth year. He, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny (oh how his heart ached for her but he knew it could not go on) were helping Sirius clean out the drawing room. A single tear came to his eye but knew there had to be a reason for this sudden recollection. Harry and Ron were looking over a snuff box while Hermione and Ginny looked through an old jewelry box. "Hey, come see if you can get this open," Ginny called. Everyone had a go at the heavy gold locket but no one could get it to budge. Sirius tossed it in the jewelry box again and turned to an ancient shoe.

"Hey wait a minute," Harry thought out loud. "The locket. I recognize it from somewhere." He searched his memory in vain. But try as he might, he could not place the mysterious necklace to anything in his memory. He finally gave up and went to sleep. After all, it was 2:30 in the morning.

Harry awoke with a start when a loud crack rang through the house. At first, he thought Dobby had come back for a visit. He was looking around for the source of the noise when he heard a cry from Dudley's room. Harry figured that Dudley had finally gotten too heavy for his solid steel bed frame. Harry didn't think it was possible but with Dudley being Dudley….

Harry heard footsteps right before he saw the door knob turn. He brandished his wand in his right hand and shoved his glasses onto his nose with his left. Just then, a crop of red hair appeared in the door way. "Guess what? I got my apparation license!" Ron said with a smile. "I hope I didn't scare you. I'm not too early, am I?"

"No, no 4:00 A.M. Is the perfect time to drop in," Harry replied, sarcastically.

"Oh good, Hermione said I would be too early. She's coming at 9:00."

So Harry and Ron discussed what they had done during the summer. Harry recounted the memory he had experienced earlier. Ron had no idea what it could mean but Harry had doubted that he would. ''Hermione would surely know what it might mean," Harry thought hopefully so he waited in anticipation for Hermione's arrival.

As soon as the clock struck nine, a loud crack produced Hermione sitting daintily at the foot of Harry's bed. Harry, once again explained what had remembered. At first, Hermione was as stumped as her friends. She asked Harry if there were any other details he might have forgotten. Harry searched his memory for any more clues, but he couldn't come up with a single thing.

After a few minutes of dead silence, Hermione jumped up and exclaimed, "Harry, don't you get it?"

"If I had gotten anything by now, don't you think I might have yelled something along the lines of 'I got it!'?"

Ron snorted on the cauldron cake he had conjured in midair. Hermione whipped her head around to glare at him but then turned back to Harry.

"Didn't you say that the Horcrux you and," she sniffed and her eyes started to well up with tears, "Dumbledore went after was Slytherin's golden locket? That very well may have been the same locket in that jewelry box that was supposed to be destroyed. But that leaves us to find out who R.A.B. is." She sat in deep thought while Ron and Harry tried to absorb what Hermione had just said, both mouths hanging wide open.

Then, Harry thought of something.

"Black," said Harry, softly. "Regulas A. Black."

"But he was on You-Know-Who's side," Ron said, bewildered.

"No, Ron." Hermione said gently. "He died when he refused to serve Voldemort." Ron was trying so hard to absorb what had been said in the last 5 minutes, that he hadn't even flinched when Voldemort's name was mentioned.

''So that means—" Harry got up and started pacing, furious with himself. "How could I have been so close to a Horcrux and not destroyed it?" he thought aloud, his voice rising.

''Harry, stop beating yourself over it. You didn't even know they existed." Hermione said, soothingly.

''So if that was a Horcrux..." muttered Ron, just coming round from his trance.

"If I had just destroyed the locket, Dumbledore would still be here. It's my fault he is gone." Just then two tears appeared in his eyes. Harry sat down and hid his face in his hands.

"Hermione, why is Harry crying?" Ron cried in a panic. He had not quite grasped what was going on.

"Ron, you prat. Harry, it's not your fault and you can't blame yourself for Sirius, Cedric, and Dumbledore dying. It was fate, destiny. It couldn't be helped. Harry stop crying." Hermione tried to comfort him.

Harry suddenly sat bolt upright. One of the Dursleys was coming down the hall. "You guys have to go. Uncle Vernon will kill me if he finds you two here. You know how he feels about magic." Harry cried desperately.

"Okay Harry, but try to get some rest." Hermione said. "We'll come back tomorrow, but we'll send an owl first this time." And then, with two loud cracks, they were gone.

"What the bloody hell is going on in here?" Uncle Vernon stormed. It was only ten thirty in the morning and he was already a bright plum color and vein was popping from his neck. "What was that sound? I recognize it from somewhere," he hesitated "magic," he said in a whisper.

"Oh, that was just my friends dropping by," Harry replied, innocently.

"I didn't hear a knock on the door, or do you mean to tell me that they just appeared out of midair?" asked Vernon, starting to pull out his mustache.

"Yes, they did, but the correct term is apparate. I wouldn't expect a muggle like you to know what that is." replied Harry, trying his best to keep a straight face.

"Well at least you can't do that." said Vernon, wiping his brow. "Right?" he fretted, looking nervous again.

"Oh no" Harry replied, waited for it to sink in, then continued, "not for another 3 days," then he ran out before Uncle Vernon could grab at his throat.

Harry didn't know why he ran so far, but he only stopped to catch his breath once he reached the park he had once caught Dudley tormenting little kids in. It was getting dark and Harry hoped he would not have a run in with the dementors like last time. Harry shuddered at the thought of getting his wand snapped 3 days before he could legally use it. Last time, Dumbledore had backed him up but he was no longer around to save Harry. Harry's eyes started to mist once again.

Suddenly, he let out a cry of anguish, stuck out his right thumb and braced himself for the shock. Even though he was expecting it this time the loud bang from the Knight Bus caught him off guard. He wasn't sure where he wanted to go and he knew he was not old enough to go to the Ministry for his license and he couldn't move out of his aunt and uncle's house yet to, say, the burrow. He was not sure how Hermione got so lucky and got to stay with Ron almost the whole summer. "Where to?" the new worker, a stout, gruff man, shouted in Harry's ear because Stan Shunpike was still in Azkaban. Harry felt sorry for the pimply teen who was currently surrounded by happiness-sucking dementors.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"I should say not," muttered the attendant.

"Let me think it over on the drive," replied Harry, ignoring him completely. Harry chose a seat and settled in. After an hour or so, the bus came to a stop. Harry's head jerked upward since he had fallen asleep. He peaked out the window and gasped when he saw the street sign. Godric's Hollow. He wasn't planning on coming here until after he got his license, but he figured that a little visit couldn't hurt. He got off the bus and continued down the street until he found what he was looking for. The graveyard. He paused, unsure of what to do next.

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