The weeks passed slowly. Harry got many presents from his friends for his birthday, but the one that touched him the most was one by Rubeus Hagrid, his new godfather. It was a collage full of moving pictures of Sirius and professor Dumbledore. The trio kept discussing what to do, but no connections were made. It was nearing the day to go to Bill's wedding, and the friends were stressing.
"We still don't have anything," Hermione screeched. "We have to go tomorrow!"
"Yo, Hermione!" Ron bellowed, trying to pack everything, for they were leaving in an hour. "Stop yo' trippin'!" He still hadn't got over his – as he called it – his gangsta stage, and thought he never would.
Harry was enjoying this scene with amother in amusement. In a rare event, Harry was the only one who had thought to pack beforehand. He had refused all demands for him to help, as "You should have done it when I told you to."
A piece of black velvet fell from Hermione's bag. Ron ran downstairs to get his new collection of Alpha-bits cereal. He came back up, and slipped on the velvet. The velvet, Ron, and his cereal letters flew into the air and crashed onto the floor.
Harry started to grin but he noticed something. Three letters stayed next to each other in a straight line, as opposed to others, where nothing was in the same row.
With a groan, Ron started to scoop everything up, but Harry halted him with a "shh" and a wave of his hand. Harry dropped to his knees and examined the letters. The third letter was partly covered by the black velvet. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. Something so abstract seemed to be the turning point for him. He looked at everything:
RAB
Harry didn't understand this alone, as he didn't three months ago, but together with the velvet, all Harry saw was R.A. Black. The locket. R.A.B.
Instantly, everything clicked. Harry jumped up. "We have to go to Grimmauld Place!"
"What?" said a red Hermione. "Not now!"
"Yes! Now! And if you want to get back in time, you'll go, now!"
"Yeah, G." Ron called.
Harry grabbed his jacket and a pencil. He had turned 17 already, so he was allowed to use magic. "Portus," He muttered. He had seen Dumbledore do this to turn an item into a portkey, but Harry didn't expect the tremendous energy drain. He would have to rest for a while. The pencil turned blue before returning back to normal. "LET'S GO!" Harry bellowed. A few seconds later, everyone was in the kitchen. They touched the pencil simultaneously. Harry felt a tugging from behind his navel, and his feet lifting from the ground. A few moments later they appeared in front of two houses, one marked 11 and the other marked 13.
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated: The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London. He opened his eyes, hoping this password would still work. It did. Instantly, the two houses started moving to opposite sides. In the middle was a clearing. It wasn't that way for long. Something was growing in between. A few moments later, a house filled the space between the other two, with a 12 branded on it. The families in 11 and 13 didn't seem to notice a single thing. Stone steps led to a scruffy black door, garnished with nothing but a knocker shaped like a coiled snake. Harry, Ron, and Hermione barged through the door, immediately allowing Harry to relive horrible memories.
Harry gritted his teeth and ran through. Ron followed as Hermione went to the library, searching for the family inventory. Ron was singing 'I'm A Hustler," as Harry got to the cupboard.
"Quick," Harry asked, trying to get to it as soon as possible. "Is this where we put the antiques?"
Ron nodded, and Harry threw it open and shoved his hand in it.
"Aha!" Harry threw his hand up, revealing the real Horcrux locket in his hand.
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I apologize for not updating in a while. I just got my computer back.
So I bid you a question. Should I have short chapters practically every two days, or long chapters every week?