I managed to write the last two chapters in one night after about a six month break, I tried to put some good stuff in these two though. I'd love to get some reviews so you can tell me if you think I'm going in the right directions. Or just post to tell me if you liked it.

Chapter 13

Harry enjoyed dinner at number 12 Grimmauld Place that night. He did not know whether it was because he would be returning to Hogwarts in only a few days. He wasn't even sure how he felt about returning to Hogwarts. Deep down he was glad because he knew that no matter what Hogwarts would always be his favorite place in the world. But he felt bad that he had begun to put off finding the Horcrux's, and he didn't know whether it was because he had no idea where to even begin, or because he knew that by searching for them he would be putting Ron and Hermione's lives in danger. He was anxious at the hope of talking to Dumbledore, but tried to remind himself that even if he did manage to talk to his portrait, it would not be the real Dumbledore.

Tonks and Lupin had told them that they would be staying at Grimmauld Place until they returned to Hogwarts. They were sitting next to each other at the table, talking quietly. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were also sitting down to one end, talking with their heads together. Bill and the twins were talking about their brother Charlie.

"He says that he's only got a few who are ready," said Bill.

"He can't control that lot," said Fred.

"It'll be better to just forget about it, they'll be of no use," said George.

"Charlie thinks he can do it," said Bill, "but I reckon you're right.

Stomach's a bit fuller, Harry and Ron headed up to their room to go to sleep. At their door, a light further up the stairs caught Harry's eye. Ron followed him as he headed up the stairs. It looked as though there was a candle lit in the attic, Harry thought. Stepping up the last few stairs, Harry opened the attic door to reveal Tonks knelt down, going through an old box.

"Oh, wotcher Harry, Ron," she said, wiping her eyes with her robes before turning around.

"How come you're up here?" Harry asked.

"Well, I was just looking at some of Sirius' old things," she said.

Harry knelt down next to her and started looking through the box she had been searching. Harry picked up a picture of Sirius and another dark haired wizard who must have been his brother. Just then he noticed a box with the name Regulus written on the side. Harry pulled the box toward him and opened the lid, staring inside. He pulled out a few books before finding several rolls of parchment, which he unrolled.

To Harry astonishment, written on the parchment were a series of charts and notes, all of which seemed to concern Voldemort. There was a diagram mapping Voldemort's lineage. Looking at the top Harry saw that it was traced all the way back to Slytherin.

"Ron!" said Harry in amazement, "come and have a look at this."

"What are you all doing up here?" asked Hermione, walking through the door.

"Hermione!" exclaimed Harry, "R.A.B.! Its…its…Sirius' brother!"

"What's that?" Tonk's asked, confused.

"Oh," said Harry, completely forgetting that Tonks was still in the room, "its nothing, I just recognized Regulus' initials from something Sirius wrote me once. Erm, do you think I'd be able to keep these?"

"Its all yours anyway Harry, you can do whatever you want with it," said Tonks, clearly not understanding why they all seemed so anxious.

"Right," said Harry awkwardly, picking up the box and carrying it out of the room with him.

"Harry!" said Hermione, reading three sheets at once, "this is great, this is just what we needed."

"Its got everything mate," said Ron with an amazed expression on his face.

They took the box to Harry and Ron's room and spread out everything Regulus had written onto one of the beds. There were speculations about what Voldemort would have used as Horcrux's; where he might have hidden them. There were directions on how to destroy the part of the soul enclosed in the item. On one of the sheets he had drawn a map of England, with several locations circled.

Harry stood up, suddenly remembering something, "The locket's here!" he said.

"How do you know," asked Hermione.

"When we were cleaning out one of the cabinets the last time we were her," he said, heading towards the door, "I picked up a gold locket, I held it in my hand."

"Where is it now though?" Ron asked.

Over the next two days Harry, Ron and Hermione spent all the time they could, without causing suspicion by the rest of the house inhabitants, searching number twelve for the locket. It was not until the night before the were to leave for Hogwarts that Harry admitted they had searched the entire house, and that it was not there.

"Where could it have gone though?" he asked, "No one would have touched that old stuff."

"Kreacher would have wanted it," said Ron.

"Mundungus! He was selling some things he stole from here in Hogsmeade, we saw him," said Hermione.

"I'll bet anything he took it," said Harry, "but he can't have it anymore, he's in Azkaban."

"Maybe he'd already sold it to someone," suggested Ron, "we could ask him if he remembers."

"How are we supposed to visit him in Azkaban?" asked Hermione, "I'm not sure they allow visits."

"Maybe McGonagall can help us get in," Harry said, "she's the only one who knows about the Horcrux's."

"We'll be able to ask her tomorrow then."