Before they knew it they were on their way to school.

Harry and Tracey got Sirius his bone and toy as always, Remus some wolfsbane, James a game from Weasley Wizards and Wheezes, and Lilly a new book about healers to help her get better at it.

They were all going nuts for being in hiding again.

Ron was sitting there with Astrid and the three of them were disgusted.

"Excuse me I have to go vomit." Hermione said.

Later that night Harry and Tracey were in Dumbledore's office again.

They were watching the next penesive.

"Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?" Tom asked.

"Tom, I couldn't tell you

if I knew, could I? And by the way, thank you for the pineapple. You're quite right.

It is my favorite. But how did you know?" Slughorn said.

"Intuition." he said.

"Good gracious, is it that time already? Off you go, boys, or Professor Dippett will have us all in detention."

Next was Tom tapping Slughorn's time castle.

"Look sharp, Tom. Don't be caught out of bed after hours. Is something on your mind, Tom?"

"Yes, sir. See, I couldn't think of anyone else to go to. The other professors... Well, they're not like you. They might misunderstand."

"Go on."

"I was in the library the other night. In the restricted section. And I picked something rather odd about this rare magic. I thought perhaps, you could illuminate me. It's called, as I understand it, Horcrux."

"I beg your pardon? I don't know anything about such things and if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Now get out of here at once and don't let me ever catch you mentioning them again!"

When they were gone they sat down.

"Confused? I'd be surprised if you weren't." Dumbledore said.

"I don't understand." Harry said.

"What happened?" Tracey said.

"This is perhaps the most important memory of them all. But it's also a lie. This memory has been tampered with by our old friend, Professor Slughorn himself." Dumbledore said.

"But why would he tamper his own memory?" Tracey asked.

"I suppose he's ashamed of himself." Dumbledore said.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Why indeed. I asked you two to get to know him and you did so. Now I want you to persuade him to divulge him his true memory. Any way you can."

They sat there quietly.

"We don't know him that well sir." Harry said.

"This memory is everything. Without it, we're blind. Without it, we leave the fate of our world to chance. You two have no choice. You must not fail."

They looked at each other and then Dumbledore.

They nodded.

"We'll do the best we can sir." Harry said.

The next day they were in potions and listening to Slughorn.

Harry and Tracey had a little trouble focusing on class.

"I highly recommend, reacquaint yourself with the chapter on antidotes. Now, I'll tell you more about bezoars in our next class. Right, off you go. Elise, don't forget your rat tail." he said.

When everyone was gone he saw Harry and Tracey.

"Aha! If it isn't the prince of potions himself and his sister! What do I owe this pleasure?" he said.

"We were just wondering if we could ask you something." Harry said.

"Ask away, dear boy, girl. Ask away." he said.

"Well we were in the library in the restricted section, and came across something odd about a rare piece of magic." Tracey said.

"And what would that rare piece of magic be?"

Harry and Tracey could tell he was a little nervous.

"Well, we don't know what it is exactly. We were just wondering, is there a type of magic we're not allowed to learn about?" Harry said.

"I'm potions master you two. I think you should talk to Professor Snape about this." he said.

"Yes well, you see the three of us don't see eye to eye together. What we mean to say is, well he's not like you. He might misunderstand us." she said.

"Yes, it would be no light without dark. And so it's with magic myself I always strive to live within the light. I suggest you do the same." he said.

"Is that what you told Tom Riddle sir? When he came asking questions?" Harry asked.

Then Slughorn froze.

"Dumbledore put you two up to this didn't he?"

'Damnit! We were so close!' Tracey said.

"Didn't he?!"

They stood there quietly and then left.

Later that night they went back to his office and knocked on the door.

"Yes?" he said sticking his head out.

"Oh, I'm sorry Harry, Tracey I'm busy right now."

Then he shut the window.

When they got back they said good night to each other and split up.

When Harry got there he saw Ron sitting on the ground looking out the window.

"It's beautiful isn't it? The moon." Ron said.

"Devine. Have ourselves a late night snack did we?" Harry said.

"It was on your bed, the box. Thought I'd have one."

He snorted. "Or twenty."

"I can't stop thinking about her Harry."

"Honestly, you know I reckon she's starting to annoy you."

"She could never annoy me. I think I love her." Ron said while he stood up and started to walk over to him.

"Well, brilliant."

"Do you think she knows I exist?"

Harry stood there confused.

"I very well hope she does. I mean she's been snogging you for three months."

"Snogging? Who are you talking about?"

"Who are you talking about?"

"Ramilda of course. Ramilda Vance."

"OK very funny."

Then Ron threw the box at him and got his head.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"It's no joke, I'm in love with her!"

"Alright you're in love with her. Have you ever really met her?"

"No. Could you introduce me?"

Harry headed to his bed and looked up at the note.

He noticed what it was.

'A love potion.' he thought.

Then he walked over to Ron and grabbed his hand.

"Come on Ron. Let's go meet Ramilda."

When they got to where they were headed Harry knocked on the door.

When the window was opened he looked at Harry.

"I'm sorry sir, I wouldn't have bothered you if it weren't absolutely essential."

"Where's Ramilda?" Ron asked.

"What's wrong with Wimby?"

Harry got a little closer.

"Very powerful love potion."

"Very well, better bring him in."

So he opened the door and Harry and Ron walked in. Then Harry had him sit down.

"I always thought you could whip up a remedy for this time Harry."

"I thought it this called for more practiced hands sir."

"Hello darling." Ron said and put his hands around his arm.

"Perhaps you're right." Slughorn said.

So Harry had Ron sit back down.

"I'm sorry about earlier today Professor. Our misunderstanding."

"Oh, not at all. Old water under the bridge you know. Correct?"

"Well I expect you're tired a bit, after all these years. And the questions about Voldemort."

"Don't use that name!"

Then he handed Ron the potion.

"Here you are boy. Bottoms up."

"What's this?" Ron asked.

"Tonic for the nerves." Slughorn said.

After he drank it Ron was confused.

"What happened to me?" he asked.

"Love potion." Harry said.

"A bloody strong one at there." Slughorn said.

"I feel really bad." Ron said.

"You need a pick up my boy. Got butterbeer, wine, dazzling oak-matured mead. I had other intentions for this, but I think given the circumstances like this."

He poured three glasses of the drink.

"Here you are Potter. To life!"

Then Ron was on the ground shaking.

"Ron! Ron!"

Then he looked at Slughorn.

"Professor, do something!"

"I, I don't understand!"

Harry looked at the box of things and then found what he was looking for.

He put the potion in Ron's mouth and closed it.

"Come on Ron, breath!"

Ron started coughing.

"These girls, they're trying to kill me."

Then he was on his back out cold.