Disclaimer: All of this Harry Potter stuff besides my stuff…Yeah, It's J.K.R's.

So so sorry about the long wait. I was in Ohio with no computer, then I was at camp with no first half of my chapter, then I came home after two weeks. So I've been busy. Sorry about that. Thanks to the 14 of you who review out of 548 who looked at this!

Thanks to Phoenix Flame01 for all of her support. Like I have said before, read her fic, A step too Far. Amazing story! What a talented girl!

And now….ONTO THE FIC!

Chapter 4: Three to go…

Harry, Ron, and Hermione found a home in the neighborhood that appeared as if it had been abandoned for some time. The walls were cracked, the rook leaked, and there was no running water. But with the help of Hermione's helpful spells, the house was more than livable.

Over the next few days, Harry was unsure of where to start. He did not know where he should look for R.A.B. or any hints leading to another Horcrux. But Harry was at least glad Ron and Hermione weren't having a spat all the time.

The two had appeared to come to a silent agreement. Ron had forgiven them, maybe half-heartedly, but he did so. Ron and Hermione were at least on speaking terms. They seemed to ignore the whole situation. Only when Hermione pulled out the necessities for a long letter did Ron leave the room. Harry silently wondered how long this peaceful agreement would last.

Harry slammed a book shut in frustration and rested his forehead on the table. They had found nothing…again.

"Nothing," Harry stated aloud. Beside him Ron shut his book with a loud sigh. Hermione was pacing the length of the room, scratching her head.

Harry gave a yawn and glanced at the clock. It read 2:36 A.M. He heaved himself up from his chair and announced that he was going to bed.

"I'll be up in a minute." Ron said putting his book, Memorable Men of the Moment, back on the pile of books and headed to the kitchen.

Harry was running through the halls of Grimwauld Place. He had to find it. It was here. He just had to reach it. He ran up the stair and turned to a door he never remembered being there. There was the locket. He turned to the right where the Black family tapestry hung on the wall. He cleared a spot of dust to reveal the name Regulus Black.

"Harry! Ouch! Bloody Hell…" Ron muttered rubbing his nose where Harry's flailing hand had hit him.

"Sorry…" Harry rubbed his scar. Ron sat down on his bed.

"What'd you see?" said Ron. Harry was still rubbing his aching scar, trying to remember.

"It…" He remembered it was something important. There was a tapestry… "It's at Grimwuald Place!" Harry exclaimed clambering out of bed. Ron looked bewildered.

"What is?" he said watching Harry search through his robes. Harry held up the old locket and the crumpled piece of parchment.

"R.A.B."

They crept down the halls of number 12 slowly. There was no telling what was waiting for them. Harry turned around as they reached the door. It was a tall black door with ornate carvings of snakes and skulls. Ron and Hermione nodded and Harry pushed open the door.

There, on the desk, was the locket, just laying there. It could easily be snatched up and taken. It was too easy, in fact. Harry looked behind him, half expecting the door to be gone or to have a dragon behind him. The door was there and there was no dragon either.

"Why don't we try summoning it?" suggested Ron. Harry agreed.

"But what if it's a portkey?" Hermione pointed out.

"Just grab it at the same time." Harry told them. Once they all had their wands drawn Ron cried, "Accio Locket!"

The golden locket soared towards their outstretched hands. Harry closed his eyes as the cold chain of the locket hit his hand. Slowly opening his eyes, Harry was about to address aloud that nothing whatsoever had happened when Hermione gave a cry. Harry and Ron spun to look at her. She was pointing in the direction of the door. As Harry followed the direction pointed finger his eyes landed on where the door should have been.

The door was now, what looked like, a mile away. They had barely time to wonder when a tremendous chill swept over the three.

"Dementors…" Harry murmured under his breath.

"What?" Ron said through chattering teeth.

"Dementors!" Harry said louder. And there they appeared. About two hundred Dementors were gliding towards them, their breath rattling. Harry heard Dumbledore's voice in his mind.

'Severus…please…'

'Avada Kedavra!'

"Think of something happy!" Harry yelled over the noise of clattering breath. Harry screwed his eyes shut and tried to picture something, or anything that could give him a sliver of joy. He tried to picture Ginny's face but a fog was clouding his vision. Harry looked over at Ron and Hermione and thought how they had been friends ever since their first year. Seizing this opportunity of happiness before it was snatched away, Harry yelled "EXPECTO PATRONOM!"

The bright stag erupted from his wand and charged at they Dementors. Harry looked over to Ron and Hermione, pleading for help. Ron was swaying slightly and Hermione yelled, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Her shimmering otter burst from her wand and circled the Dementors. Ron fell over with a bang. Hermione dropped to her knees and screamed.

"Ron! Ron, wake up!" She began to shake his shoulders. "Ron, come on! We need you!" She whispered something Harry could not hear. Ron's eyes slowly opened. He let out a loud cry of, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Ron's Gryffindor lion joined the other as the three fought to keep consciousness.

Harry was being forced to see Dumbledore die again and again in his mind's eye. Harry looked up, hoping to maybe see the Dementors retreating. To his horror, he saw the stag dissolve. Catching a glimpse of Ron's red hair, Harry saw Ginny's face in his mind. He shouted the incantation and the stag burst forth again.

The cold seemed to be receding. The three struggled to their feet. They took a few steps, ready to bolt to the door. As soon as they were about to reach the middle of the room, however, fire erupted in a circle around them.

Hermione cried, "Aguimenti" Though the water streamed from her wand, the flames continued roaring. It was as if the water had only made the flames bigger.

"What if it's a trick of some sort? Like, what if it means fight fire with fire or something?" Ron said over the roar of the blazing fire. Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"It's worth a try." He said. Ron raised his wand and shouted "Incendio" The flames grew higher and let out a burst of heat. They backed up into the center of the ring.

"Now what!" cried Hermione. Harry looked around. Hadn't Ginny told him of the method's of torture Tom Riddle had told her about? Hadn't there been something with fire?

"There's something…But…I can't remember." Harry said, clutching his hair. She had said…something…There was fire. He remembered that. But at the same time there was water. But how did that fit? He thought that, maybe…There was something that you had to have; something that made you invincible to the fire…

"That's it!" Harry shouted. Ron and Hermione whipped around.

"What's it?" said Ron. Harry held out the locket.

"Hold onto it." He instructed them. They obeyed.

'Now you're going to have to trust me." They nodded, so he continued. "We're going to walk through the flames." Ron looked as if he was going to shout, 'Are you off your rocker?', but Harry cut him off.

"Trust me." He said looking them both straight in the eyes.

Hermione said, "Okay, Harry. We trust you." Together they walked to edge of the flames. Harry nodded to them and they walked through.

There was a brief moment of uncomfortable warmth before the heat and the circle of flames vanished. Harry sighed with relief. The door was right there in front of them. They had done it…

Back at Godric's Hollow, the three stood around the table where the locket lay. "Harry, would you like to do the honors?" Hermione gestured towards the locket. Harry nodded.

"Frantumare!" There was a flash of white light and the locket was crushed into pieces.

Harry handed Ron and Hermione a piece of the locket and picked one up himself saying, as he examined it, "Three down…Three to go."

A/N: Sorry about the short chapter. I am so behind, but now I'm really getting into this. I don't think I'll update if I don't get quite a few more reviews. I have 14 right now so I think I am going to aim for about 30. I know, I know, Wow! 30! But 548 people have seen this and 14 said, "Maybe I'll click the little review button."

Please? For me? If the number next to the word reviews gets to 30, I'll update. Okay? Okay. See you next time! I love you, all my reviewers!

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