I admit it took me longer to update than I thought it would…c'est la vie.

Quest for the Missing Horcruxes

By Scott Jewett

Chapter 2: Back to Hogwarts

"Harry," Hermione said, eyes wide, "that's the most powerful magic I've ever heard of!"

"You've actually heard of it?" Ron asked. "Have I ever told you that you read too much, Hermione?"

"Six times a day, on average" Harry said. "But that's beside the point. We have to go back to Hogwarts. Right now."

"I think you're insane for wanting to go back to school in the middle of summer holiday, mate" Ron said. "But Voldemort's more important. So what should we do?"

"Knight Bus?" Hermione suggested. "I've got enough money for the three of us to get to Hogsmeade, I think."

"This can't wait, Hermione. I have to go now. I'm Apparating." And before either of them could protest, Harry concentrated and disappeared, reappearing just outside Zonko's Joke Shop in Hogsmeade.

"I wish I hadn't done that" he thought to himself as he ran up the street towards Hogwarts, "but this is way too important to waste time. And I can't have too many people knowing what we're up to." As quickly as he could, he made his way to Hogwarts, completely forgetting that during the summer, he probably wouldn't be able to get inside. He nearly ran into the front doors before he stopped himself, in fact.

Harry pounded on the doors, yelling for help. After a while, the doors opened, much to his surprise. Professor Minerva McGonagall eyed him with suspicion.

"Mr. Potter, what are you doing here? It is summer holiday, you know."

"I need to get inside, Professor. It's important." And Harry explained his entire dream to her as her eyes got wide.

"Yes…of course, Potter. Come in." She barely had time to get out of the way before Harry came barreling in, flying up the stairs. He raced up to the eleventh floor, barely stopping to contemplate a statue of a man who was indeed pointing a wand at his own head before he yanked the third door on the right open.

The room was well lit. Tapestries of quiet nature scenes (with the occasional animal lumbering along) lined the walls. And in the middle of the room stood an object that was quite familiar to Harry Potter.

"The Mirror of Erised…" he thought to himself as he approached it. "So if I want more than anything to be able to find the Horcruxes, I should be able to." He went and stood in front of the mirror. Nothing happened.

Nothing continued to happen for a few minutes.

"What's wrong?" Harry thought. "I need to know how to find Voldemort's last few Horcruxes. That's what I want more than anything else." He kept staring at his reflection. Suddenly, it disappeared. A worn-looking piece of parchment floated into view, with a single word written on it. Harry read it, barely realizing he was speaking out loud.

"I don't get it…Horcruxia?" Everything went dark. Harry tried to pull out his wand, but couldn't. He was on the verge of panic when something floated into view. It was…a cauldron. And a brick wall.

"Finite Incatatem!" Harry barely realized the words were coming from his mouth before the vision disappeared. He sat down, trying to make sense of what had happened.

"I'm fairly sure those weren't Horcruxes…although they seemed familiar" he said to himself. "I wonder…Horcruxia!"

The vision floated in again. A cauldron, a brick wall…and now a wand.

"Finite Incantatem!" Harry didn't need any more. He knew what he had to do.

A/N: This was oddly hard to write, but I got through it. I'm sure most of you know where the Horcrux is…the hard part will be coming up with three more locations. Read and Review!