KATRINA

I went over to the room of requirement, like Rose had said, and stood there, waiting for the others. Tiffany rounded the corner. "What are you up to, Katrina?" she asked me casually, though I knew she was snooping. Or, she was nervous, if this really was the place that she had hidden her horcrux.

"I'm meeting someone here."

"In there?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"I don't want to tell you." She took my hint. I think she assumed it was a boy, which was a relief, because it stopped me from being interrogated any more. Once she left, the others started arriving. Before I knew it, Amy, Cecilia, Lily and Rose were all there, ready to enter, from their Gryffindor and Ravenclaw double potions class.

"Ok, we should just look for a statue in there. It's not very descriptive, but I think that it would be something evil-looking. Something that Tiffany would probably like." said Lily, taking charge. We all nodded. Then, we all thought with all our might, Show me a place where we can find things, and, right on cue, the door started to take shape. Cecilia pulled it open, and we walked in to see piles of hidden things from over the past twenty years.

CECILIA

There were remains from the fiendfyre during the war still present in the room. My father had begrudgingly told us about the time that Harry Potter saved him from this fire, while his friend, Crabbe, died. Anything that touches this kind of magical fire turns to soot instantly, so there was a sheet of ash on the ground. Everyone started looking in the rows of books for a statue that we didn't even really know what it looked like. After a few hours of relentless searching, through the endless maze of different things, I found what must have been it. It was a statue of a witch on a throne that was only about a foot high, probably a prototype, and the throne, as I looked closer, consisted of what must have been muggles, all twisted and warped, and holding up the witch. It was just cruel. Just how Tiffany liked it. As I looked even closer, I saw that it said "Magic is Might" on the statue. This was one of the statues that the Ministry Of Magic made under the rule of a Minister under the imperius curse from Voldemort. No wonder Tiffany liked it so much as to make it a horcrux. I called over the others, and Rose passed me the fang. I stabbed it, with the same gory reaction as the fan had. There were two down, four to go. It definitely couldn't be long now before Tiffany started to notice that these pieces of her soul were being killed off, one by one.

ROSE

Professor McGonagall looked at me in concern. I hadn't finished my homework. "Rose, this is so unlike you," she said, frowning. "Is there something happening that's distracting you?" In her office, I felt like I could tell her.

"Well, sort of," I said, honestly.

"Well?"

"Um… You know Savannah Smith, the seventh year?" She nodded at me, not seeing the point. I decided it would be better to just blurt it out. "She's-Voldemort's daughter! Her name is Tiffany Riddle, really, and she has horcruxes that I've been helping to find." I put my hands over my mouth. She raised her eyebrows, but did not speak, so I just kept going. "Cecilia, Katrina, Lily and Amy have been doing it too. We were finding the second horcrux yesterday, and it took us several hours, and I couldn't think about anything but what we were doing afterward, and…what if she finds out, and tries to hurt us?" I had burst into tears at that point. I didn't see McGonagall's reaction to this news. She just patted my shoulder knowingly.

"It'll be all right," she said, swallowing. Aside from that, and the concerned look in her eyes that remained, there was no other sign of great worry, though later, she told me she had been very worried. I lifted my head up from her desk, that now had small puddles of tears on it.

"So, you believe me?" I asked.

"Nobody could make up such a crazy story as that, Miss Weasley." she toned down to a whisper, "Now, don't you tell anyone," she said. "But I trust you, and I trust your mother, while, on the other hand, your father is sometimes… not as believable. I know you wouldn't make up anything." she put her head in her hands. "The more concerning matter is what on earth we can do…"

"Professor, I don't know, either, but I think until we get rid of the horcruxes, there's not much else we can do…"

"All right then, Rose

, I think you can leave now. Remember your bags." She stood up, and rushed out of the room, in an urgent, yet, confident manner. The headmistress' office was huge. Paintings of all the former headmasters and headmistresses were in there, but all of them were blank. They must have been visiting another painting of theirs. I turned and started to walk out.

"Miss Weasley, would you please come here for a moment?" Said an old voice. I turned around and looked all over the walls of the office, until I realized that I had missed a painting. It was an old man with a long beard and half-moon spectacles. I had heard about this man before. He was Dumbledore.

"Yes, sir?" I said, amazed. I was talking to the headmaster of Hogwarts during the years my parents had attended.

"I helped your parents, and Harry, find the horcruxes, as I'm sure you know."

"Of course! You were the one who pretty much laid everything out for them!"

"Believe me, I didn't lay everything out. I'm sure, at times, they were angry that I hadn't told them everything they needed to know before I died." I stared. "Anyway, I need to tell you, that sacrifices will be made. You cannot destroy the evil without bumps in the road. Though so many people that were important to them died, your family was able to push through, and Voldemort was killed. Now, Miss Weasley, go, find your friends, and I will expect to hear very good things about you all in the future. I might not tell many people about what you are doing, though, because the truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and therefore should be treated with great caution."

KATRINA

I was walking to the forbidden forest to talk to Amy, whom I had sent a letter to, telling her to meet me there. It was good to be out in the fresh air without anyone else for a short amount of time, though, to relax, and to try not to think about the problems we were facing. Then, I saw the black owl that had been sitting on Tiffany's shoulder when I had went to meet her the first time in her dormitory. Then, she started to change. She was the very person I had been dreading the past twenty-four hours. Bellatrix Lestrange. Her hair was already curly, aside from the fact that she had been in prison for twenty years and she had let it grow wild. She laughed manically, a sound I had only heard in my worst nightmares. "Hello, Miss Katrina. I see you're pleased to see me," she said.

"AMY!" I called, desperately. If she was close enough, then maybe she could come help me. I heard fast footsteps. She was coming. Bellatrix pointed her curved wand at me.

"Crucio!" she screeched. I felt a searing pain that seemed to be twisting my whole body. The pain was unbearable. I let out a loud, ear-piercing scream.

AMY

I heard Katrina's screams, and I came running as fast as I could. Then, I saw them. Katrina was lying on the forest floor, writhing in pain, while Bellatrix seemed to be enjoying it, as she laughed like a maniac. "Hey, Bellatrix!" I called, to get her attention. She pointed her wand at me, and ropes flew around me, binding me tightly to a nearby tree with a thunk. Then, she rolled up her sleeve and touched her dark mark, calling her leader. In a flash, Tiffany had apparated next to her, clearly amused my the view.

"What do we have here?" She asked, as she paced around Katrina and me.

"People who are resisting you." I glared at her defiantly.

"People who are dead can't resist," she said, as she pulled her wand out and pointed it at me, threateningly. "Any last words, Lovegood?" I spat at her feet. "Avada Kedavra." A jet of flashing green light hit me in the chest, but I remained conscious, apparently unaffected by the killing curse. She looked at me with anger, confusion, and just pure hatred. "There is something seriously wrong with you, scum." She said, as she left me tied up and Katrina lying on the ground as she apparated away.

KATRINA

After full minutes of effort, I was finally capable of standing up. "What happened, Lamey? She had the killing curse pointed at you, yet nothing happened. That's not necessarily normal. To be honest, you're not necessarily normal, either."

"I don't know how I did it," she said quietly. "There's only one person who's survived it before, and he, even, was left with a scar…" she paused, in thought. Of all the strange things that had happened so far this year, this was by far the strangest. It kind of scared me. Ok, a little bit more than kind of.