And so begins chapter 3!

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"I don't understand." Tom Riddle was pacing back and forth in his chamber room as his witch-servant, Lady Bellatrix Lestrange, and his advisor, Sir Lucius, stood by the doorway, watching him. "I simply cannot…I cannot even recollect the events!" in rage, he threw the feast table upwards so it collided on the floor, foods and drinks spilling anyway.

"We are sorry, your majesty," Lucius said curtly. "It was not known that –"

"That James and Lily bared an offspring?" He said, outraged. "A son?"

There was no reply.

"Do you know what this means? Any of you? I could be overturned! The right to the throne will be debated by the people! This – this son of theirs – will try and overcome me! Does the boy at least know his heritage?"

"We are not aware of that," said Lucius. "He has obviously been concealed from us for a long time by some of the people – God knows what they could be doing right now."

"If I didn't know any better I would say we torture a few, your majesty," said Bellatrix. "A bit of punishment for treason a bit of a fun for information."

"I admire your lust for power, Bellatrix," Tom hissed. "But we cannot do that so sudden – the boy will hear about it at some point and will be on the run – we cannot risk that. In the meantime, simply search for the boys name – then we will make him a public enemy – but do it all subtly. I cannot risk my position."

"Yes, my Lord."

-O-o-O-o-O-o-O-

"Hello, Harry," Sirius said as Harry appeared in the doorway, his bag in his hands. "How was school?"

"Same old, same old," Harry said wearily, searching the nearby closet for a fresh tunic.

"That's not what I want to hear," Sirius said a bit quietly. "Should I talk to Remus?"

"No." Remus was the school's headmaster and Sirius's closest friend. He could not risk that. "No, that won't be necessary."

"Well then tell me what is wrong, will you!" Sirius said. "You come home from school every day, and not a single time I hear something positive –"

"It just won't change!" Harry said. "Nothing will. The schooling system, the taxes…the king."

Sirius sighed. "Oh. That."

"And do not pretend as if I do not know about my past!" Harry said. "I know perfectly well what happened. My parents were murdered by this tyrannous monster who, by the way, is not yet aware of my existence!"

"You don't want that, do you?"

"Of course I do! Don't you see? If I could serve to him as threat, the whole kingdom would not be in debt anymore and…we could all be…I don't know –free."

"Harry, you know the Order and I are trying our very best for help!"

"Well you're not trying hard enough," Harry said icily, through narrowed eyes.

Sirius looked taken aback. Only now that Harry had spoken of what he truly wanted to do. It was big shock, yet he could not gather up words to say. "Get a fresh tunic. We're having dinner at the Weasley's."

Harry, who was already wearing new tunic, just grabbed his bag and left for the door. "I'm already on my way."

-O-o-O-o-O-o-O-

"I just don't think he understands," Harry was telling Ron half an hour later. They were in Ron's dingy attic bedroom. Hermione was on the bed Harry was, supporting him fullest while Ron was looking out the window. Ginny was downstairs, helping her mother cook for dinner while Ron's other siblings were in their separate rooms – except Bill and Charlie, who were still at work. "I mean I know he's trying and all, but he doesn't get that I want to be a part of what made Hogwarts like this."

"We completely understand, Harry. But don't you think –" she breathed a little, then said, "I mean, you just turned 17. Don't you think that the fact that he doesn't want you out of the house matches it all? You are still in school."

"So you agree with Sirius, do you?" Harry said hotly. "That I can't help?"

"We all want to help! Don't we, Ron? Ron?" Hermione turned around in annoyance. "Ronald, I am talking to you."

"He's here," was all Ron said, his eyes glued to the window. "He's here."

"Who is?" Hermione said curiously, bringing up her dress and walking over to stare outside the window.

Ron turned to Harry. "Hagrid!"

Harry looked outside the window and saw a large and cloaked figure making their way towards the Weasley's hut. Suddenly with a rush of excitement, he, Ron and Hermione rushed downstairs to great the gentle giant. "Hagrid!" Harry said, as Hagrid rushed over to Harry and hugged him every so tightly his feet left the ground.

Hagrid was a gently giant and the gatekeeper of Hogwarts. He had previously worked for Albus, but since his death was a "slave" of Tom and treated like one. He was also a part of the Order and reported what activity was going on in the outskirts of Hogwarts.

"Harry! Good to see yeh! And yeh too, Ron. Oh, and Hermione!" he said joyfully. "Hullo, Molly!"

"Why, hello, Hagrid!" Molly said as she cut up carrots. "It's a joy to see you as always. Sirius, Remus and a couple of others are coming over soon, so we can discuss it until then – Ron, Harry, will you hand out the plates? And Hermione, the goblets? Ginny, stay here and help me with the stew."

"No problem," Hermione said, as she headed for the goblets.

Harry and Ron lifted their hands simultaneously until Molly said, "Without magic, will you? You remember what happened last time."

Harry chuckled. Last time Ron had tried to conduct the plates and silverware to the table, they ended up chasing most of the guests outside.

"Hi, Molly," said Remus from the doorway; not soon after him, Sirius arrived, then Arthur, Ron and Ginny's father. After him came Bill and Percy, Ron's older brothers.

"Hello, Remus!" Molly said. "How was work?"

"The usual," he grunted, and set himself on one of the chairs. "Nymphadora's great, but she couldn't make it, she's with Teddy."

"Hello, Molly," Sirius said joyfully and he placed himself next to Remus. "Any news, Hagrid?"

"Oh, lots," Hagrid said, downing a goblet of rum. "Best save it for dinner."

"Which is about now," said Molly. "Fred! George!"

The two identical twins came descending down the staircase. "Hello, Harry," they said simultaneously. "Got yourself in trouble again at Draconifors, we hear," said Fred, while George continued, "but don't worry, that makes you officially part of the family."

"Everybody, grab a seat! While the stew's still hot!" Molly said, and Harry made his way through the twins to grab seat next to –

"Oh hi, Harry!" Ginny said, tucking a hair behind her ear. "Would you like to sit next to me?"

"Sure!" Harry said, a bit too loudly, and he pushed the chair aside and then sat on it, with Hermione on his right.

"They're probably going to bring up something we're not supposed to hear," Hermione whispered into his ear. "So just listen closely, alright?"

Harry spun around to look at her but she simply dabbed her chin with her napkin and raised her eyebrows as a sign that Molly was about to speak. "Well, it's been a long night, but Ginny and I managed to get that turkey around – enjoy."

"Harry, could you pass me the gravy?" Ginny said joyfully, pointing at the gravy boat.

"Sure," said Harry, though he didn't notice how much his arm was shaking when he handed it to her.

The dinner was decent and quiet until Arthur cleared his throat and said to Hagrid, "Hagrid, the news, if you please?"

"Oh, right," said Hagrid, putting his goblet of rum down. "There's been some news lately."

"What sort?" said Sirius, who was tearing apart a piece of turkey leg.

"Riddle's bin havin' them massacres again. On the outskirts o' town."

Hermione tapped her foot against and Harry's, and Harry eyed Ron to make sure he was listening.

"Them soldiers killed off an entire family – said they refused to say some whereabouts of some book."

"Book?" Remus said.

"Yeh know, the book of Godric – only it's so damn hard ter find." He pointed his turkey leg at Remus as he spoke.

"I know what they're searching for in the book," Sirius said, staring at his gobet. "Something dark. But something very powerful. Something Riddle wanted to get rid of for quite some time."

Everybody leaned in, Hermione gripping Harry's arm ever so tightly –

"The Godr –"

"No! That's quite enough!" said Molly, rushing up to Sirius and refilling his goblet. "There are children here, Sirius, in case you have forgotten! We don't want to pollute their minds!"

"Pollute?" said Sirius. "We are doing nothing more than educating! It's about time they've learnt about Hogwarts before they were born!"

"Some other time!" said Molly. "Everybody now – enjoy your dinner."

-O-o-O-o-O-o-O-

"What was that all about?" said Harry, as Ron and Hermione walked him back to his house with Sirius. "Your mum's lovely, Ron, but she's so naïve – we're not a bunch of infants."

"Even so," said Hermione. "I know exactly what Sirius was going to talk about. That Godric Touch." She stopped and Harry and Ron copied her. "We have to get to that book before Riddle does."

"What book?"

"The book of Godric!" she said hotly. "I've gotten some clues from the books I've read – it somewhere, outside of Hogwarst. We've got to get a hold of it so Harry can stop Riddle."

"But that's impossible!" Ron said. "We barely even know any place else but Muggle & Burrow, let alone the outside of Hogwarts."

"I've got maps, and I've got books, too," said Hermione. "We have to. And it's not a question."

"Let's talk about this more inside," Harry said seriously. They walked inside the hut as Sirius rested his coat on the nearest table.

"Do you mind helping me sort out the mail?" He said to the three of them. "You can use magic."

"Finally," Ron said.

They sat there, Ron and Harry rummaging through piles of mail and scraps, while Hermione sat by the dim light, reading her book.

"Does she always do that?" Sirius said questioningly.

"Get used to it," Ron said.

There was a sudden loud knock on the door. Sirius looked up curiously. "Who would that be?"

Another loud knock, this time loud enough to make Hermione jump and join Harry and Ron. "What is it?"

Sirius looked through a glass hole, and, in shock, backed away from the door and rushed to the trio. "Run. All of you. Go. Now. Leave!"

"What is it?" Hermione hissed, but at that point the door had broken open and two figures stepped inside.

"Hello, Sirius."

Hermione squeaked, terrified, and Harry grabbed her by the arm and Ron by the collar and shoved them in front of him as they made a run for the exit quietly.

"May I ask what you're doing here, Tom?"

"I believe I deserve a more prestigious title than that!" hissed the familiar controlling voice of Tom Riddle. By his side, Harry noticed, was tall and black-haired woman. "No more questions. I am looking for the only offspring of James and Lily."

"James and Lily – offspring?'

"You were their closest friend!"shrieked Riddle.

At that point, Harry was whispering, "Wait," to Hermione and Ron, and watched, in horror, through the keyhole of the second room they were in.

He saw his godfather kneeled in front of Tom Riddle and the deranged-looking woman. "You have obviously been of no use to me," said Tom slowly. He turned to the woman. "You know what to do."

The woman lifted her finger, put it to Sirius's forehead and cackled. At once Sirius screamed and yelled in pain; then, in a swift motion, he crumbled to dust, to a million pieces, on the floor, before Harry's eyes.

He did not know what emotion overcame to him. But he felt grief and rage; the man who had cared for him, taught him all he knew, gone. Just like that.

"Harry, we have to leave, now!" said Hermione. "…Harry?"

He turned to her. "He's gone."

At that moment, the door burst open and Riddle bulged in with the woman by his side. "A bunch of heroes are you?" he said, enraged. "Seize them!"

"Run!" Ron screamed, and the three of them made a run for it – Harry heard a scream and new Hermione had been hit – he lifted his hands and summoned the pots and pans to fall in a pile to buy them some time –

"Harry, over here!" Harry turned to see Ron, carrying an unconscious Hermione, motioning towards the backyard door.

"Get them!" he heard Riddle scream.

He, Ron, and the now unconscious Hermione rushed outside and Harry closed the door behind him, motioning for the lock to remain permanent.

He was running, his arms swinging rapidly by his side, Ron lagging behind him holding a motionless Hermione, as they ran for their lives, deeper and deeper into the forest….

Cliffhanger! Well, sort of…hehe.

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