The next day, Harry, Hermione, and Ron set to work on the Horcruxes.

"Now," Harry started. "According to what Dumbledore told me, Horcruxes are items that store a piece of your soul."

"How?" Ron said, munching on a piece of toast.

"By killing someone. Voldemort has six of these with the last one being in him."

"Oh, no," Hermione whispered. Then, aloud, "Seven's the most magical number, right?"

"Yeah, Dumbledore said that."

"Well, then, you don't know how hard this is going to be. Since seven's the strongest number, which means that all the power from the first few Horcruxes are going to go to the few remaining ones. And if we destroy all of the ones except for the last one..." she trailed off, leaving the boys to figure out the rest.

"His soul's going to be put back together?" Ron asked in awe.

"No, Ron, but close. The final piece of the soul will be the strongest of all!"

"As in…?" Harry asked.

"Well, the soul inhabits the body, right? Well, this will make Voldemort even stronger than he was in the past!"

"So, event though we're destroying him bit by bit, we're also making him stronger?" Then the full realization of it crashed on Harry. "And I'm going to have to face him!"

"Yes, Harry," the now red-faced girl said, falling back into the comfort of the chair.

"Wait…" Ron said. "You mean Harry's going to have to beat a Voldemort seven times stronger!"

They fell into silence. Then without saying a word, Harry turned on the T.V., in an effort to vanquish the quiet.

Meet me in the trap it's going down
Meet me in the mall it's going down
Meet me in the club it's going down
Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down

Ron stared at it in wonder. "What the bloody hell's this!"

Harry however was trying to do the Joc-in, the dance they were doing in the video, and left it up to Hermione to explain. "See, Ron, it goes like this…"

With a silent, mutual agreement not to discuss Horcruxes for a while, they flipped through the channels. With Dudley gone for the afternoon at summer school, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia staying at work, they found themselves with complete control of the house. Strange thing was, at lunchtime, a platter of food appeared, tasting exactly like Petunia's food, appeared on the table, but none of the Trio saw anyone enter the house.

After a few more moments of showing cartoons to an amazed Ron, Harry excused himself and went up to use the bathroom. Once he got out, he saw something that had never happened before. In all his life, the Dursleys never left their bedroom door open. However, much to his amazement, there it was his uncle and aunt's bedroom door, open.

Harry made a quick decision. After looking left and right, he walked into the room. Harry's interest was piqued at the room he had never seen before. It was normal. A light blue covered the wall, and on the side taking up the entire wall, was a walk-in closet, with a same sized mirror on its door.

On the other wall, there was a window, facing the sun. There was a king sized-bed in the middle, with a small table on each side. The tables had drawers on them, and for some reason, Harry felt drawn to them. It was the same feeling that told him to stay awake last night when Hermione came. Harry trusted it, deciding it had helped him before. He went to the right table, Petunia's side he guessed, and opened the drawer. What he found there shocked him.

Inside that drawer was a letter with a familiar seal of a lion, a badger, a snake, and an eagle, and a familiar print in emerald green writing. Harry knew it wasn't a school letter, for Vernon would have burned all of them. Why would the Dursley's, or rather Aunt Petunia, save one. Harry glanced at the date. June 5- Recently.

Harry took it out and peered inside. The letter. The writing was extremely silvery and loopy, and once Harry saw this, his heart jumped up to his throat. It was written by his former headmaster, Dumbledore. He flipped the letter open and read it:

Dear Mr.Dursley and Mrs. Potter,

Harry thought this was a strange way to address Aunt Petunia.

Forgive me for this intrusion of privacy, but as you know, Harry is going to be home in a matter of a few days. I fear I shan't be around, come June 8. So I'm writing this letter in hopes for you to treat Harry better. But, there is one more thing I must mention to you, Ms. Petunia. Lily's will has been found, at least the part concerning you. Lily has given you an amulet of hers to give to Harry when he turns seventeen. And, her final wish, she wrote, was that, even though you still hate her in death, she wishes that you treat Harry like a real human being, and not hate him because you hated her.

Thank you

Albus Dumbledore.

Harry glanced at the date Dumbledore had written. July 8- That was the day he had died at the hands of Snape.

Harry couldn't believe it. His parents had left a will! But what had happened to it. "Only the part concerning you," where was the rest. Harry felt light headed that he finally found out why Petunia was so nice to him all of a sudden.

Harry went back down; feeling dazed at all the information that crashed down on him. Ron looked at him and grinned. "Yo! Harr-ay!" He shouted. Hermione shook her head. Ron had found one of Harry's old caps and placed it so it was facing the side. "What up! Why you be taking so long? Huh! Had to dunk-a-lunk? Why you tryin' to play me, sucka!"

Harry, deciding to put the will in the back of his mind, and, with a grin, looked at Hermione for an explanation. She shook her head and said, "He's been watching music videos all day long."

"Lean wit' it, Rock wit' it!"