Still don't own any of this, got caught marking cards, loading dice and rigging any other game of chance. Never would have pictured myself having to dress like Pippy Longstockings.

Chapter 11 – Secrets Revealed

Harry and Hermione arrived in the alley by The Dorchester, with Harry still cursing Ministers and their flunkies.

"I can't believe that idiot can't get it through his head," Harry said. "You would think me telling him no at Christmas, at Dumbledore's funeral and to that creature at the Ministry, he would get the point. But no he is a bigger pain in the ass than Fudge."

"Language Harry," Hermione half-heartedly admonished. "I do worry though, Scrimgour isn't going to take no or your avoiding him much longer."

"I know Hermione," he said, "It's just how can I support someone who is a more confident version of Fudge. Got to be seen doing something, my butt."

Hermione gave Harry a hug and said, "We should go inside and meet with Bruce."

Harry nodded and they walked into the lobby to speak with the person at the reception desk.

Hermione asked, "Which room is Bruce Wayne staying in?"

The rat-faced man looked at her and Harry, before saying, "We can not give out that information to just anyone. Now go back to the clubhouse and leave."

Harry looked at the man and coldly said, "I think you need an attitude adjustment, I want to speak with your manager."

"You listen here you brat, take this harlot and get out of here," the man snapped as his manager walked up from the elevator.

Hermione gasped at the man's rudeness, while Harry's eyes became a brighter shade of emerald.

"Is there a problem here," Alfred said as he walked up behind Harry and Hermione.

"No, sir," the man said, "These urchins were trying to get up to Mr. Wayne's room, I was about to call the police."

"Why would you do that," Alfred asked. "Master Wayne has been expecting them for some time and wondered what was taking them so long."

"What," the man gulped as he saw his career quickly ending.

"Polkiss, this is the last straw," the manager said. "Get your things and get out of here. Never step foot in this building again or I will make sure you spend the night in jail." Turning away from the now fired clerk, he said to Harry and Hermione. "I am sorry for his attitude, I knew it was mistake to hire him, but his wife is my sister. Please take my card if you ever decide to stay here, I will make sure you have the best suite on me."

"Thank you sir," Harry said calmly. He turned to Alfred and said, "We should probably go up to the room."

Alfred nodded and led them to the elevator and took out the key that allowed it to go to the Oliver Messel Suite. As they entered the room, they saw Bruce on the phone.

Hermione gushed, "This is amazing, and the view is spectacular."

Bruce smiled at her and motioned for both of them to sit, while he finished up his phone call. "Thanks Oracle, I will be in touch," he said and hung up.

Bruce then sat and said, "The view is one of the benefits of money I guess, but you didn't come here to see the sights. I have acquired the locket, though I have some questions I would like answered."

"As do we," Harry said. "Please go first as I'm sure our questions are related."

Bruce nodded at Harry, wondering what they had in mind then asked, "First off why is a locket so important that you needed me to find it for you?"

Harry sighed and said, "You picked the hardest and easiest question to ask first Bruce. I'm sure Alfred told you about Voldemort and how I got this scar, right?"

Bruce nodded and waited for Harry to continue.

"Voldemort is obsessed with immortality and he discovered a way to achieve this goal. The way he did it was to split off pieces of his soul into certain items to ensure he couldn't be killed," Harry continued.

"The locket is one of the six items," Hermione said. "Voldemort is many things, one of them is very vain, and not any item could hold a piece of his soul. Only those items belonging to the founder's of Hogwarts."

"And they are," Bruce asked.

"Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar Slytherin, Sir," Alfred answered.

Harry smiled at Alfred and said, "That's right, now Hermione has determined what items he used to make these Horocruxes."

Hermione blushed and said, "From Slytherin he used the ring he inherited from his family and that locket. From Hufflepuff, he used a chalice that was known for its healing abilities. From Ravenclaw, he used a gem known for its scrying ability and from Gryffindor he used a dagger."

"You said there were six items, that is only five," Bruce interjected.

"Yes well when he created his first horocrux he was 17 years old and used his diary to make it," Harry said. "That was the first horocrux I destroyed when I was twelve."

"That was the third Horocrux you destroyed, Harry," Hermione said.

Harry looked at her and nodded. "That's right; I forgot how smart you were when you figured that out."

Bruce sat there shocked at what Harry had said. 'He has been fighting this person since he was twelve? And if she is to be believed he started sooner.'

"So how many of these are left to be found and destroyed," Bruce asked.

"May we see the locket," Harry asked.

Bruce nodded and Alfred brought the locket out. Harry said, "Place it on the table there please."

Harry cast, 'revealus' on the locket and like the knife a shadow of a skull appeared above the locket.

Harry's head dropped as he sat down on the couch, he was saying softly, "It was a waste. It had already been used."

Hermione wrapped her arms around her friend and softly whispered, "Harry you didn't know, he didn't know."

Bruce watched the two and understood something had gone wrong with this particular item, but he wasn't sure.

"Dumbledore died trying to get this horocrux," Hermione said. "Only the one Harry and he retrieved was a fake. Harry was hoping that at least this one was the last horocrux so it all wouldn't have been a fool's errand."

Bruce nodded then said, "What items are left to gather."

Harry looked up at Bruce and asked, "First I would like to know how you got this so quickly."

"I have an associate who specializes in locating people and things," Bruce answered. "He has a knack for getting information out of people."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then Hermione nodded before she said, "We have the diary, locket, dagger and ring. We know the gem is with Nagani and we think the chalice is near where Voldemort lived as a boy."

"Where was this," Alfred asked.

"He grew up in a Muggle orphanage," Harry said, "St. Philomena's."

"Interesting irony, the patron saint of lost causes," Bruce mused.

"Isn't it," Harry said with a grin. "The orphanage was closed some years back and hasn't been used for anything since. We were planning on visiting there tomorrow night to see if what we could find."

"I will see what I can find out about the building before hand and get you the information," Bruce said.

"Thank you and if you can't reach us, Hedwig will know and be here," Harry said.

"So I noticed," he said as the snowy-owl flew in the window and rested on the back of Harry's chair. He thought, 'I think the Batman will have to be introduced to Harry and Hermione tomorrow as well.'

A/N: First those who have reviewed thank you very much, secondly what you all have been asking for comes next chapter.