DISCLAIMER: I do not own Mahou Sensei Negima or Harry Potter. Mahou Sensei Negima is the property of Ken Akamatsu, and Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling.
Italics text = character thinking to themselves.
Underline+Italics = character communicating with telepathy
Bold text = shouting
Bold+Italcs = Casting Spell/Ability
Chapter Two
Growing into his Own Man
"Oi, brat." Eva said in annoyance as Harry remained silent. She was about to check is the silencing charm placed on his physical body was affecting his mental self a well when she noticed that his eyes were glued to her lower body and a blush was forming on his cheeks. Rolling her eyes, she appeared before him in a Shundou and delivered a resounding slap that snapped him out of it. "My eyes are up here." she told him, with more amusement then anger. She had stopped being embarrassed when naked centuries ago… she blamed Negi for all his strip sneezes.
"S-Sorry!" Harry yelped as he took a step back, looking away from her. "Who are you? Where are we? And can you please put some clothes on?"
"To answer your last question, no, I won't put some clothes on." Eva smirked, enjoying his embarrassment. "To answer your second, as you can surely guess from seeing how empty this place is, it can logically only be your mind."
"My mind?" Harry repeated in disbelief.
"Well, your mindscape, which is a representation of your mind." Eva shrugged.
"Then why are you here? And just who are you?" Harry demanded as he tried to glare at her… as he also tried to not lower his gaze.
"Oh for crying out loud…" Eva muttered and with a though she was dressed in one of the skimpy Goth style panties and nightgown she preferred. "Is this good enough for you?" she asked in annoyance, only to notice him blushing even more at her provocative attire. "Heh, and I though most guys did not like lolis." she thought in amusement. "Anyway, my name is Evangeline A.K. McDowell."
"I never heard of you." Harry said bluntly, causing Eva's eye to twitch.
"I did not expect you to have." she said. "As for why I am here… well I could claim that I'm your guardian angel…" she began as she watched with amusement the look of shock in his eyes "…but I won't since I'm too evil to be associated with an angel… Mm, maybe a fallen angel…" she mussed.
"Can you run that by me again?" Harry blinked.
"Fine." Eva rolled her eyes. "As I'm sure you noticed your life has been rather shitty." she began "I'm sure you wondered before why Voldemort came after you and your family."
"Wait, how do you know that?" Harry cut in.
"I'm getting to that, so shut up and listen." Eva snapped at him. "Now, as I was saying, Voldemort did not attack you home simply because your parents opposed him. You see, a few months before you were born, a prophecy was made. You remember how Dumbledore told you that the prophecy Trelawney made after your Divination exam was her second real one?" she receive a wide-eyed nod. "Well, the first was predicting the birth of a child who will be capable of killing Voldemort. The child would be born at the end of the seventh month of the year, with parents that had trice defied Voldemort. Now, this is the part of the prophecy Voldemort knew, thanks to Snape telling him after eavesdropping on Dumbledore and Trelawney…"
"That bastard! I'll kill him! I'll…!" Harry roared in anger, only to double over as Eva delivered a mean punch to his gut.
"You can plan his demise later. For now, let me finish." she glared at him until he gave her a reluctant nod. "Now, I'm sure there is more to the prophecy, I don't know, but at that point it could have been either you or Neville Longbottom. My source is more trustworthy then Snape though, so I can tell you right now that it's you, not Neville. There are probably more details about the Chosen One in the rest of the Prophecy, but just know that it's you."
"So… I have to kill Voldemort?" Harry asked, ashen faced.
"Oh, grow a pain you weak fool! Your mother would have been ashamed to see you like this?" Eva snapped.
"M-Mom?" Harry's eyes snapped at her.
"Yes, your mother. Unlike your father and Dumbledore's sheep, Lily Potter was a force to be reckoned with. She did not use Dark Arts, but she wasn't squeamish when she needed to blast a few of Voldemort's followers apart." Eva told him, smiling slightly at how attentively he was listening. "Now, the reason I'm here is because of some of the mistakes I did in my life and some of the atrocities Voldemort did. To put it simply, I became immortal, and even unable to kill myself. I tried and failed. And then I was approached by Death with an offer."
"By Death?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, I was surprised as well." Eva shrugged. "Anyway, the deal was that I help you deal with Voldemort and he allows me to pass on to the afterlife. So he sent my magic and soul in this world, sealing me into you as you were born. I've been here your entire life."
Harry stared at her. And stared. And started some more.
"…Why is this the first time I've met you, if you've been here for my entire life?" Harry asked with narrowed eyes.
"Well, at the beginning it would have served no purpose to talk to you." Eva began. "It was obvious that while you were just a baby I should let you grow on your own with your family. I was planning to have this meeting with you when you were four or five, depending on how you developed. But then he came." She growled.
"Voldemort." Harry scowled.
"Wrong. It was Dumbledore." Eva growled.
"What?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"The night he left you on the Dursleys' doorstep, Dumbledore bound your magical core. He bound nearly 95% of your core, and in the process cutting off nearly all possible contact between us." Eva explained.
"B-But why?" Harry asked, wide eyed.
"Well, there could be a few reasons for that." Eva began. "It could be that he was afraid of how powerful you would become. You were born very powerful magically, you know. With me as well enhancing your core using my own magic over the years you were at the age of one as powerful most wizards would be when they start Hogwarts, if not when they take their OWLs. Or maybe he was afraid you could hurt the Dursleys while they abuse you – yes, it was obvious to a blind, death and mute man that it would happen." she added as she notice the look on his face.
"Why would he…" Harry whispered.
"Well, I can't say for sure, but he probably wanted you to be meek, starved for attention, and see him as some savior. Sound familiar?" Evangeline asked sarcastically. "He wanted you easy to manipulate, whatever his plans for you are… and the way I see it, your future is quite grim if you follow the trail of crumb he left for you."
"What do you mean?" Harry whispered.
"Come on! A Cerberus that even some muggles know that you had to sing to sleep, a plant that's taught about in first year and whose weakness is fire which a first year can at least make in a small amount, flying keys when you were the youngest Seeker of the century, a chess game when that's the only thing that sloth Weasley is good at, a troll which you already know how to get rid off and a riddle when Granger is one of the smartest girls in school." Eva enumerated.
"He set us up." Harry whispered in shock.
"And what are the chances of Molly Weasley forgetting the number of the train platform when she had gone to Hogwarts herself as well as seen off her children for over a decade?" Eva added.
"You mean…" Harry stared at her.
"Yep, Weasel boy was a plant as well, right from the start." Eva nodded. "I mean, have you seen the amount of jealousy in that brat? I wonder how much Dumbledore is paying him…"
"No." Harry whispered.
"And Granger became a spy as well after that Halloween; though I'm pretty sure she cared for you anyway. But… you know how she is with authority figures." Eva shrugged. "Dumbledore probably said it was for your own good or something like that and she took it hook, line, sinker and rod."
"That sounds like her alright." Harry gave a weak chuckle.
"If it makes you feel any better she stopped trusting authority in general after Quirrell, Lockhart, Malfoy and Fudge. She still trusts McGonagall and Dumbledore more then it's healthy, however." Eva told him.
"Well, there's that." Harry sighed. "But still, with Dumbledore against me, how could I beat Voldemort? Hell, how could I beat him with Dumbledore's help? I…. I'm just Harry…"
"You're Harry James Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Heir to The Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter, and soon to by the third disciple of the Dark Evangel, the most powerful dark mage that ever lived both in this world and the one I came from." Evangeline snapped at him. "Stop pretending to be some insignificant child. Take pride of who you are, where you came from and of your achievements."
"Achievements?" Harry asked in disbelief. "I should be proud that I survived because my mother sacrificed herself…"
"Bullshit." Eva cut him off. "Your mother did sacrifice herself, but that did not protect you from the Killing Curse Voldemort sent at you. THAT, you survived on your own. What your mother did was trick Voldemort in a magical contract: her life in exchange for him letting you live. He killed her and his magic unknowingly accepted the deal, so when he sent the Killing Curse at you, her magic and his own delivered punishment for breaking the contract and pulverized his body."
"B-But Dumbled…" he stopped, realizing the flaw in his arguments.
"Good, you're already learning." Eva smirked. "The TRUTH is that you posses an extremely rare talent, that to negate magic. It's called Magic Cancel. When you saw your mother struck down, you unknowingly awakened it and protected yourself. Of course, you were just a child so the Killing Curse got close enough to give you that scar before it got completely negated."
"Why have I never used it before?" Harry frowned."
"You did use it, but generally I blocked it from you. I had a close friend who had the Magic Cancel as well, but it had become permanently activated for her when she was young so she could not use magic too well." Eva explained, thinking of Asuna.
"Oh… thanks then." Harry blinked. "When did I use it?" Harry asked.
"Well, you used it against Quirrell to negate the magic of the Unicorn blood keeping his body together." Eva said. "And you also unconsciously use it during Floo travel, likely because those green flames remind you of the Killing Curse which is the same shade of green."
"Oh." Harry blinked as he tried to take it all in. "So… you're from a different world?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
"Yes. And I will tell you from the start, in the world I come from magic is mostly of the offensive and defensive elemental kind. We have other kinds such as transportation, and healing, but it's generally different then what this world uses. Don't worry, though, I know more then most people about this world's magic, though I admit a good portion of it is Dark Arts." Eva shrugged.
"Hold on. You said you were sealed in me so how…" Harry began before looking fearfully at Eva "Did you posses me?"
"No, though I recently gained the ability to do so." Eva smirked as Harry palled. "I got all the knowledge I need from the piece of Voldemort stuck in your forehead."
"Wha?" Harry asked eloquently.
"Voldemort is the most disgusting human in this world, if he can still be called that." Eva began. "He's terrified of death, and paying for the crimes he committed, so he sought out immortality. He obtained a form of it by committing particularly cold-blooded murders to rip his soul apart and store pieces of it in objects, thus anchoring him to the world of the living. When he came to kill you, he was planning to use your death to make another anchor, but as he was blasted apart a small part of his soul got ripped away and stuck to the wound on your forehead."
"So I'm keeping him alive?" Harry asked in horror.
"No, he has a few others to do that, and your scar does not have the enchantments to keep the soul fragment there if he loses all his other anchors. I made sure to lock it up in our magic after I drained it dry of information, but I leant how to get rid of it anyway so no worries." Eva waved him off.
"So that's where you learnt this world's magic." Harry nodded in understanding.
"Indeed. At any rate, here's how it's gonna be: I take you as my apprentice and teach you how to get rid of Voldemort and his minions. In exchange, you will do as my previous two disciple did." Eva told him.
"What?" Harry asked nervously.
"You will obey my commands, and follow my instructions to the letter. I am over a thousand years old, so I simply know better then anyone." Eva began. "You will also strive to be the best at all you do. I do not accept laziness or pretending to be dumb. You will be the best, or you will die trying. No alternatives. Is that clear?" she yelled the last part, a demonic grin on her face as her sclera turned black and her pupils became slits.
"Yes!" Harry stood at attention.
"Good, because otherwise you will likely die before you even finish your schooling." Eva sighed. "Now, let's start at the beginning. First of all, when you wake up I want you to let me posses your body for a few minutes. I need to make sure the wards Dumbledore put up won't fail after you leave this place, and it would take too long to explain how to do it yourself. Then, I'll give you back control so you can pack your trunk. You'll leave a note for the Dursleys that you had to go for remedial classes – that will be enough justification for leaving the whole summer. Then, tonight after they go to sleep, I'll take control again and use your Metamorphagus ability to change your appearance and call the Knight Bus to get to the Leaky Cauldron."
"Why can't I do that? And why do I need to change my appearance? And what is a Metamorphagus?" Harry asked.
"You can't do it because you don't know how yet, and we need to move quickly so I can't teach you in the time we have. As for why you need to change your appearance, how do you think Dumbledore would react if he finds you taking control of your life?" Eva asked sarcastically. "As for what a Metamorphagus is, you're smart enough to get it out of the context."
"Shape shifter?" Harry asked.
"Indeed. Now, as I was saying, you'll get a room at the Leaky Cauldron for a couple days and tomorrow you'll go to Gringotts and…" Eva began explaining her plan.
The next morning, one 'Nagi Springfield' left his rented room at the Leaky Cauldron and walked down Diagon Alley straight towards Gringotts. Giving a brief nod to the goblin guards, he headed straight for the teller who dealt with family matters.
"Good day, Teller Grarlfoot." 'Nagi' began. "I require to take an Inheritance Test. As soon as possible."
"It will cost you fifty galleons." Gnarlfoot grunted.
"That's fine." 'Nagi' nodded.
"Your name?" the goblin demanded.
"Out here you can call me 'Nagi Springfield'. When we go to a more private location, you will find out more." 'Nagi' smirked coldly as he pushed a hundred galleons towards the teller.
"Very well." the goblin said, suddenly more willing to help. "Please follow me, Mr. 'Springfield'." he said and, after motioning a lower ranked goblin to keep an eye on his booth, he led Harry away trough a marble corridor.
After what seemed like a hundred turns of corners, 'Nagi' spoke up.
"I think you confused me enough. Now please lead me to the chamber I need to go to, I don't have all day." 'Nagi' spoke up with annoyance as the goblin flashed back a grin and less then a minute later he was led to a ritual chamber.
Looking around, Harry saw that there were hundreds, if not thousands of family crests and names carved in all the walls, starting in the center of the ceiling and then branching down the walls, stopping at around two meters above the floor.
"So you add new families as soon as they are formed." 'Nagi' guessed.
"Indeed. Now, please show me your real identity so we can begin." Gnarlfoot said as he looked at 'Nagi' expectantly.
"Very well." 'Nagi' said and closed his eyes, before shrinking into the form of Harry Potter. "I believe you might have heard of me. My name is Harry James Potter."
"I see." the wide-eyed Gnarlfoot said, understanding the need for a disguise. "Well, let's get you thought the inheritance test, Mr. Potter." he said and led Harry to the center of the room where a huge handprint was carved into the floor. "You need to let a few drops of blood touch the inside of the handprint and press your hand on it as you channel some of your magic. To channel magic without a wand, you need to…"
"I need to think as if I'm casting a spell, preferably a harmless one like a Lumos. I know, I did not come here unprepared." Harry smiled briefly as he took the dagger Gnarlfoot presented him and cut his thumb, allowing a few crimson drops to fall on the stone before the wound healed and he handed the dagger back. "How long do I need to channel magic?"
"It depends on how efficiently you channel it. it could take from a couple seconds to a couple minutes." Gnarlfoot shrugged unconcerned.
Nodding, Harry pressed his hand on the blood and channeled as much magic as he could. He absently noticed the goblin stiffen before yelling at him.
"Enough!" Gnarlfoot screamed and was relieved when the torrent of magic stopped. "T-That's enough magic." he said more quietly as he watched as the walls glowed red before fading. Then, he watched as a few crests lit up in green, blue and yellow.
"So, what does this mean?" Harry inquired.
"The green ones you are heir of by blood, the blue ones you are heir by magic, and the yellow are simply relations you don't get anything from but very distant relatives." Gnarlfoot explained absently as he squinted his eyes to read all them all. "You are heir by blood to the Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter, Peverell, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and La Fey. You are heir by magic to the Ancient and Noble Houses of Black and Slytherin. And you're related to the majority of the pureblood families. Your closest relatives are from the Black bloodline: Narcissa Malfoy nee Black and her son Draco Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black, Andromeda Tonks nee Black and her daughter Nymphadora Tonks, and Sirius Black who is also your godfather and from whom you inherit the Black Lordship." he explained, expecting an explosion at the last name. Hearing none, he turned towards Harry to see him grimacing.
"I don't know what's worse." Harry rubbed his forehead. "To be related to that crazy bitch Lestrange or to that ponce Draco Malfoy." Looking at the staring goblin he added. "Why exactly am I inheriting the Black Lordship from Sirius? I mean, he's still alive… I hope."
"Um… well, yes, he's alive, but likely due to his time in Azkaban he has become incapable of having children. While there are times when a Lord can maintain his position if becoming sterile, one cannot assume the Lordship while having that condition. Continuing the line is something pureblood wizards stress on." Gnarlfoot explained.
"So Sirius is sterile." Harry sighed. "Well, after over a decade in that place, he's lucky to be alive and sane… well, moderately sane, anyway. I guess I should accept that lordship as well. I'll be useful to have that political power when clearing his name."
"Clearing his name?" the goblin inquired.
"Well, the truth is that Sirius did not kill those muggles. It was Pettigrew. I saw both of them less then a month ago and got the truth out of them." Harry explained.
"How did he get sent to Azkaban though?" Gnarlfoot asked in shock.
"Well, the first one to arrive at the scene was Cornelius Head-Up-His-Ass Fudge. So yeah, you can draw your own conclusions." Harry said sarcastically.
"Indeed." the goblin muttered. "At any rate, I should tell you that your parent's will has been sealed at the order of the Wizengamot on November 10th 1981, and can only be unsealed when you are of age."
"Which I can bypass by assuming my other Lordhips first and thus gaining emancipation from them." Harry said, matching the goblin's smirk.
"Indeed. Follow me." Gnarlfoot said and led Harry to a corner of the chamber, where two stone hands were sticking out of the wall, a black stone imbedded into the wall above them. "Put some blood on that stone and channel magic in it like you did before. Your family rings should appear as you say your name and declare that you accept the lordship over a house or more."
"I, Harry James Potter, hereby accept Lordship over the Ancient and Noble Houses of Peverell, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Black and La Fey." Harry called out as he channeled his magic through the bloodied stone. Then, in a flash of light, six rings bearing various jewels and crests appeared on the fingers of the stone hands, favoring the index, middle and ring fingers. Harry's eyes however were glued to the Peverell ring. "Gnarlfoot, the Peverell ring is cursed. And from the looks of it, you don't want to know with what and why. Can I use my wand here to secure it?"
"Yes… I see dark magic on it." Gnarlfoot growled. "Very well, you may draw your wand, but I suggest you first accept a lordship so that you become emancipated and exempt from the Underage Magic regulations.
Two minutes later there was only the Peverell ring left on the stone fingers, the other five having already been placed on Harry's left ring finger and merged into one bearing all five crests. He discretely let Eva take over and she was weaving through the protections placed on the ring to hold the Horcrux. She then took out a knut and transferred the soul fragment to it before looking seriously at the attentive goblin.
"I suggest you forget this next part." 'Harry' told Gnarlfoot before 'he' pointed the wand at the knut hissing two words. "Avada Kedavra!"
And with that the knut was blasted to pieces and the soul fragment destroyed.
"Sorry about that." Harry sighed as he took over again. "But it was either that or FiendFire since I don't have a Dementor or Basilisk venom on hand."
"I-I see." Gnarlfoot stuttered, making a mental note to never cross this wizard while Harry put on the Peverell ring on his right ring finger and, at an instruction from Eva, he twisted it around his finger once, activating the built-in invisibility spell. It took him only a minute longer to gain the Potter ring and lordship.
"Now, I will need to see the state of my estates and particularly the list of withdrawals and deposits for the Potter Vaults since my parents died." Harry said.
"I'm afraid I cannot help you with that. I will take you to the account manager of the Potter Vaults. He will be taking over the management of your other vaults as well, so he will have what you need." Gnarlfoot explained.
Two hours later, 'Nagi Springfield' left Gringotts with a look on his face that foretold the death of the first fool that got in his way.
"That bastard! He's been paying the Dursleys to abuse me and Ron and Mrs. Weasley to spy on me! With MY money! Fifty galleons per month to each Weasleys and a thousand per year to the Dursleys! That's over sixteen thousand galleons!" Harry ranted.
"Just be grateful that the Weasleys did not touch the money yet so it was easy to recover and that you could make those arrangements regarding the Dursleys." Evangeline retorted.
Days later, Vernon Dursley would be without a job and the Dursleys as a whole without a home, which got demolished, with them also forgetting about the existence of Harry Potter and magic as a whole due to some goblin magic. At the same time, the same thing would be happening to Marge Dursley.
"And while I hate it as well, you now have more money then you could even hope to use in several lifetimes. And I'm talking about my lifetimes." Eva tried to placate him. "Now move your ass and throw a fortune in shopping. That always relaxes me." Eva ordered.
Rolling his eyes, Harry first hit the Apothecary where he spent nearly six thousand galleons by buying nearly half of their stock, and getting a generous amount of everything they had and buying out their more rare ingredients. He also bought three Master level Potions Kits and a couple solid gold self-stirring cauldrons and a copy of every Potions book they had. Storing everything in the bag on which Evangeline had cast an Undetectable Extension Charm and a few others to keep things sorted and secure.
His next stop was Flourish and Blotts where he spent nearly ten thousand galleons by buying a copy of nearly every book they had in stock. He avoided the fiction books such as Harry Potter and the Dragon King just as much as he avoided the Lockhart books.
By the time he headed into Knockturn Alley it was already afternoon so, after slipping into a deserted alley he turned control over to Evangeline, who instantly used a shadow element spell to create a cloak of shadows that his the body of 'Nagi Springfield' entirely, the hood only allowing the now glowing blood red eyes with slit pupils to be seen. Allowing some of her ice magic to seep into his skin, it made the hooded being that entered Knockturn Alley even more avoided then she hoped. She went straight to Borgin and Burke's and after a little subtle intimidation and application of subtle mind magics, Borgin was more then happy to sell all the books he had in his shop for a total of one thousand galleons.
Slipping into another deserted alley, she cancelled the shadow cloak and created a Kage Bunshin of herself and gave Harry back control of his body. She then morphed into her adult form and then took the appearance of Asuna Kagurazaka and created shadow clothing for herself and two hooded cloaks, which the two of them donned before they headed to the only wand shop in Knockturn.
As it was getting dark outside the finally two of them left the shop, wearing similar expressions of annoyance and exasperation. It had taken an hour for the shop owner to decide which components were best suited for their custom wands and three more to craft them. Harry now owned a wand made of wood from a Japanese Cherry Tree with a mix core of phoenix tears, Thestral blood and his own blood as well. Eva however had a wand made of Elder with a mix core of Yuki Onna blood, basilisk venom and a single Veela hair. The shop owner also forgot her ever made them, and regarded the 500 galleons as a tip once Evangeline liberated him of his past four hours of memories.
The next morning, a fifteen year old 'Negi Springfield' was buying a full wardrobe along with his 'father' 'Nagi', his 'mother' 'Arika', and his younger sister Evangeline at Twilfit and Tattings. As they returned to the Leaky Cauldron for lunch, 'Negi' left their purchases in his room as 'Arika' and 'Nagi' dispelled.
"You have to teach me that spell. It's awesome." he told Eva as they ate lunch.
"First of all, it's not a spell. Secondly, you're not ready for it yet. Maybe in a few months." Eva shrugged.
"And why exactly do we need all those clothes?" 'Negi' inquired absently.
"Because we're going to need them, you in particular." Eva rolled her eyes. "And we still need to get the muggle clothes." she reminded him.
When he returned to the Leaky Cauldron that evening, 'Negi' was still sporting a bright blush from being forced to watch and give opinions on the clothes Eva tried out both in her child and adult forms… particularly the mountain of lingerie. Grabbing all his possessions, he glanced at the combination of six of his family rings and spoke clearly after he retook his natural appearance.
"Number Twelve Grimmauld Place Portus."
With that the built-in Portkey whisked him away to the owned property he indicated. He appeared before a decrepit door with a snake-shaped handle. Placing his left palm on the door, he spoke again.
"Lord Black demands access and hereby takes control of the wards."
His ring glowed briefly, as if examined, before several clicks were heard and the door swung open. The first thing he did, before all others, was to give Evangeline control instantly. She immediately cast a few overpowered air freshening and cleaning charms, cleaning as much of the dust and grime as she could before she entered and closed the door behind her before creating a Kage Bunshin and giving Harry control back.
"Call for an elf if this house has any." Eva growled under her breath as she kept swishing her new wand around casting various spells, from repair spells to pest wards.
"Elf!" Harry said loudly and with a POP what looked the oldest house elf ever appeared before him.
"M-Master?" the elf asked tentatively, as if not daring to believe his eyes.
"Yes, I am the new Lord Black, your master." Harry nodded. "What's your name?"
"I is Kreacher." the old elf bowed.
"Yes, I can see that." Harry muttered. "Well, I have work for you."
"Yes master! Kreacher lives to serve the Noble House of Black!" Kreacher nodded rapidly.
"For starters, wash yourself and put on something clean. A black colored toga bearing the Black Family crest will do nicely." Harry began. "Then, I want you to start cleaning this house. It's filthy, and an affront to the reputation of the House of Black. Also, I want you to gather all cursed objects and put them away for me and Evangeline here to look over later. And you are to listen to her orders as if they were my own."
"Is shes Lady Black?" Kreacher asked.
"No, she's my teacher and a far scarier and powerful person the Voldemort could have even hoped of becoming." Harry said bluntly. "Now go!" he ordered and the elf disappeared with a POP.
"Boy, there's a Horcrux nearby." Eva muttered.
"What?" Harry's neck nearly snapped as he turned to face her.
"Voldemort had Regulus Black give him the house elf you just saw when he tested the defenses around one of his Horcruxes. He left the elf to die." Eva explained.
"Obviously, it's still alive." Harry muttered. "You think the elf stole it and brought it here?"
"Possibly. After all, Voldemort wasn't his master. But I also know that Regulus Black went missing soon after that." Eva informed him.
"Which one is it?" Harry sighed.
"Slytherin's Locket." was the blonde's answer.
By the time Harry went to sleep that night, there were one less Horcrux in the world, he had earned the eternal respect of Kreacher, and found out that the last Horcrux Evangeline knew of was in the bowels of Gringotts, in the Vault of Bellatrix Lestrange. That piece of information caused his good mood to go for a nosedive off the Astronomy Tower.
A.N.: Another chapter right here. Yep, the plot bunnies are haunting me.
At any rate, I'm glad to see that the first chapter has received so many reviews in what? Two days?
I hope you liked this chapter just as much, cause starting from chapter three things will begin to happen.
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