WHOOOO'S HAPPY? ONLY ONE YEAR TIL THE SEVENTH BOOK! A bit tired to write, but must for my faithful reviewers! Lots of writers block! Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter Chapter 10

"Potter," Harry looked up, Voldemort had come to Harry instead of the other way around. "I want you to attend a raid." Harry noticed the chains had fallen off of him, and Voldemort had his wand out, undoing the enchantments on the cell.

"Wear these," and with a flick of his wand, Voldemort conjured black, deatheater robes, and a silver mask, much unlike the ones Harry had seen other Deatheaters wear. Once Harry stood up, he slipped the robes over himself, and placed the mask over his face.

"Now when you get to the raid, don't get caught, purposely or accidentally." Voldemort said, indicating Harry to walk with him. "I want you to kill the adults, and torture the children. Using dark magic only. When your mark burns, that is the signal to retreat. Come when it burns. Do speak to any one who is not a deatheater; do not contact them on any way. And do not show anyone your true identity. Do you understand?"

Harry nodded glumly. He had lost all dignity, and all will power to his sworn enemy. He was miserable.

"Oh, and yes, I would like you to put some hard work and power into these spells, as you demonstrated not to long ago. Let's show the people what you're made of. When you are done with one person, go straight to the next." Voldemort said, a frightful grin appearing on his face.

Harry could not find a loophole in these instructions. There was no way he could think of to somehow save himself. Maybe he would come up with a spur of the moment thing.

"Lucius." Voldemort ordered. "See to it Harry here gets to the raid." Lucius grabbed hold of Harry, and with a swish of their cloak, apparated away.

"Mundungus! We know you're in there!" Ron shouted, pounding on the house of an old abandoned cottage. "Come on! We need to talk. Coward!" Ron kicked at the door of the house, unsuccessfully trying to break it down.

"Ouch!" Ron yelped, as he brought his foot down.

"Mundungus, please, be reasonable. Just let us talk to you." Hermione pleaded, politely knocking the door.

There was no answer, and Hermione began to plead again.

"Please, we just wanted to do business with you." She said this, although it was a lie. Ron and Hermione were positive that he had Slytherin's locket.

"Please just- Ron what are you doing?" She said disbelievingly, glancing at Ron who was halfway through an open window.

"Ron you can't do that, you'll get in serious trouble."

"Well right now Hermione, I don't care." And with that, he slid through the rest of the way and landed on the ground with a thud.

"There," he said triumphantly, as he unlocked the door to see Hermione's narrowed eyes and pursed lips.

"Ron, I refuse to go in"- but she was cut off by Ron, who had grabbed her hand, and dragged her inside.

"Now let's find Mundungus," he whispered. "Come on."

The two walked across the creaky floorboards in the kitchen of which they entered, pausing too look at different objects Mundungus must have got through trades.

They came to a room, where they saw the Drunk with his back to them, gathering up several things in a burlap sack.

"Mundun"- Hermione began, and he yelped and dropped his bag with a large clatter. Hermione drew a great breath. "We wanted to ask you about something. Were not going to do anything else."

The thief seemed to calm a bit, and then leaned against the wall. "Yeah, what is it?" he asked.

"We wondered," Hermione started, "If you ever came across a silver locket." Mundungus turned away, collecting up the bag he dropped. "Marked with an 'S'?" she added hopefully.

Mundungus shook his head, and made his way to walk past the two teenagers, but Hermione caught his arm.

"Please, sir, this is really important. We realized you might have gotten it from Grimauld place, so we confronted you. Please, do you know where it is?"

"Please, sir, this is really important. We realized you might have gotten it from Grimauld place, so we confronted you. Please, do you know where it is?"

Mundungus sighed, and said, "Look don't tell Potter I had, it. He'll be right mad if he knew…. But why should I give it to you?"

"Because it wasn't yours in the first place," Ron retorted angrily.

"Ah right…. Here ya are…" He said, reaching into his sack, and pulling out a silver, chain, and attached, the locket to. "It's worthless though. Never could get it open…" Mundungus didn't seem to know it belong to Salazar Slytherin.

"Thank you so much!" Hermione said, Excitement and gratitude dripping from every word.

"Ya won't tell Harry, will ya?"

"Of course not, good day, and thank you again."

"Yeah, good day," Ron added stiffly.

They made their way out of the cottage, and both apparated back to Grimauld place.

"Uh, Hermione." Ron asked, "How exactly do we destroy this thing. "

"Well," Hermione said, walking over to a table with a large bowl that was filled with a white substance one could not tell gas or liquid exactly. "I think we should see how Dumbledore did it. I mean after all, remember the ring Harry told us about?"

"Yeah, I 'spose. Well, ladies first I guess." He said as Hermione had already dipped her head into the pensieve. Ron did the same, and he felt himself fall roughly beside Hermione.

They were looking at a cottage, which had a dead snake nailed to the door. The house was so overlapped in vines, you could not tell what color it was painted. There were many trees surrounding it as well isolating it from the rest of the village. Except for a tiny road to the side, which was like an opening from the jungle they were in.

Through that opening, came a man with long silver hair, and a matching beard as well. He had sparkling blue eyes, and midnight blue robs. It was Dumbledore. The sight of him made Hermione release a sob. Ron patted her back lovingly.

"Shh, it's all right, come on, let's follow him inside." He said trying his best to comfort Hermione.

They watched as Dumbledore stood outside of the house for several minutes. Running his hand along the cottage door.

"Why doesn't he just go inside?" Ron asked Hermione, who seemed just as confused.

Suddenly, a puff of smoke emoted from the door beside where Dumbledore stood. Dumbledore conjured a shield, and just as soon as he conjured, the green smoke exploded.

"What the…" Ron began slowly.

"Come on, there must be some prevention to get the Horcrux, that's what Dumbledore's doing I bet." She pulled tugged on his sleeve, and together they followed Dumbledore into the house. Inside the house, there was no sign of light. All was dark.

"Is there a fast forward button or whatever on this pensive?" Ron yawned.

"No!" Hermione snapped, just be patient"-

BANG!

Hermione shrieked, and Ron pulled her down to the ground.

"Ron! We can't get hurt from the memory."

"Oh…. yeah. Right." He replied.

All was dark, and the light that had come from the bang had long since gone. There was a gush a red wind several minutes later, and a knocking sound, and the light was restored. They looked around, to see that Dumbledore had disappeared.

"Where is he? We know he's not dead." Ron stated.

"Look!" Hermione pointed towards the open door. There stood Dumbledore, supporting a happy grin, and a shriveled right hand. But there, in his other hand, was a black ring. Dumbledore took out his wand, and traced the Horcrux with it, thinking for a moment.

"Ron look! He's about to do it." Hermione cried happily.

Dumbledore brought up his wand, and slashed it down once again. A slithery white object erupted from it, howling, and quickly evaporated.

Hermione and Ron found themselves being hurled out the pensieve, and landed ungracefully on the ground.

Ron stared at Hermione, mouth open. "He used a non-verbal spell," he said faintly.

"Non-verbal dammit!" his voice seemed more rough, and angry.

"Well, I suppose we could look it up in the library"-

"Hermione, the library is not always going to have answers. It's banned remember, the subject. Besides, how would we look walking in and looking up the subject, huh? 'Hello madam, I'm looking up ways to split my soul in to two parts.'" He said with a strong hint of sarcasm.

"Well," said Hermione, a bit hurt. "I suppose we could always look up the wand movement, see anything like it…. We may not find anything though. We could just try it ourselves."

"All right then," Ron said, picking up the Horcrux.

"Ron NO!" Hermione shrieked, but Ron had already begun to perform a spell.

The locket flew from Ron's hands, and into the wall. With a bang similar from the Pensieve, the Locket blew up like a firework, emitting green sparks.

"Ron, look what you…" Hermione trailed off. From the locket, a slithery white object, that soon evaporated, howling like the other. "…Did…"

"Oh Ronald that was excellent! What spell did you use, how did you know?" Hermione asked, jumping from her chair and hugging Ron.

"Just did a non-verbal Reducto. Seemed to work I guess. Well shall we research our next Horcrux?"

Harry found himself in the raid, killing and torturing. As much as he hated it, it was like being under the imperious curse…if he didn't know how to resist the imperious curse.

He wondered when he would lose all sense of thought. And all of his memories as well. He hoped it wasn't soon.

"No please, don't," he heard a woman shriek, she was trying to protect her children, but Harry levitated her, and threw her against the wall. He crucio'd the children, and burned on as well. He had never used so much dark magic in his life. He had probably killed at twenty-nine people that night. Some were probably going insane from torture.

He heard the screams of the people, and the laughs of the Deatheaters. He honestly didn't know which was worse, the cruel happiness of the pain of others, or enduring the pain.

He didn't know where he was, and he hadn't seen any familiar faces. They seemed to be in a suburb, almost like Privet drive.

"The aurors!" someone shouted from afar. And sure enough, there were as many aurors as Deatheaters. Maybe there were more. Harry ran away from the aurors, unwillingly though. There was another family, who Harry had caught peeping out of their house to look at the scene.

Harry pointed his wand at the house shut his eyes tight. A blue light shot from his wand, and where the house once stood, there was a small fire and ashes instead.

Harry turned for another house that a husband had just ushered her family inside. When Harry raised his wand, a red light flew over his left shoulder, and made a gaping hole in his house. Harry turned around, and saw Remus Lupin. Looks like the Order arrived too, Harry thought.

Harry ran for another house, after shooting a stunning curse at Lupin. Harry was almost glad he was wearing a mask. He knew Lupin would be ashamed of him, and Harry could not take that.

When Harry felt his mark burn, he immediately poked it, and felt the effect of a portkey, whisking him away.

Harry was surrounded by some other Deatheaters, patiently awaiting the Deatheaters who decided to linger in battle.

As everyone arrived, Voldemort asked for a report. Lucius stepped forward.

"The raid was a success mi'lord. Many were killed, and none will forget the terrible torture we put upon them for defying you."

"You there," Voldemort pointed to a random deatheater. "How many people did you kill in the raid?"

"Three people mi'lord." Three? Harry thought.

"You," Voldemort, he found, was pointing to Harry, "Any how many did you kill?"

"Twenty-nine." Harry said stiffly. Harry felt horrible. He had killed twenty-nine people. Twenty-nine!

Voldemort seemed very impressed. "And who might you be? Take of your mask."

Harry instantly brought his hands up to his mask and took it off.

"Ah, I see. Twenty-nine Potter, you must have been on a roll." Voldemort said with a smirk.

After a few minutes of Voldemort's speech, the Dark Lord turned and left the room, and Deatheaters shuffled out as well. Harry stood there awkwardly, and then took this as a sign to leave.

"Where do you think your going?" Harry felt a long spidery hand upon his shoulder.

"To my cell, as always," Harry said truthfully.

"No, No, No, I've gotten a new place for you to stay, much more efficient. Come on."

Harry followed Voldemort through the halls, and over to a silver door.

"Your room will be beside mine. Where I feel you will be most safe."

Voldemort opened the door, and Harry was shocked. The bedroom had a King size bed, with Harry was disappointed, chains beside it. The room also had a sitting area, wardrobe, and bathroom.

"You can do as you like in this room… for now." Voldemort sneered. "And no leaving this room."

Harry nodded dumbly. ALL THIS was his.

A/N: Wow, my back is cramped from this same sitting position. You don't know how many times I've adjusted myself in this office chair. Bye!