They raced along the crowded corridors, skidding around corners and sprinting down long stretches, climbing stairs finding open doors. They were all out of breath when they finally arrived at Ravenclaw tower, which was positioned in the west side of Hogwarts.

"How do we get in?" Asked Harry, looking at the large door. It looked too be just like a plain slab of wood, without a doorknob or key hole, only a large eagle knocker.

Izzy fround. "Well the best way to find out is too make mistakes." She said, and knocked three times on the door with the eagle knocker. It sprang to life, creaking as it moved its wings.

"Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?" It asked, blinking serenely at them.

"I have no idea." Harry said. "What do we do?"

"Kick the door down?" Asked Jace. "It won't be too hard."

"No need to kick doors down, I think I have the answer." Magnus said, and turned to face the door.

"It's a paradox. Neither came first, because the cycle of the phoenix is a circle, and a circle has no beginning or end."

"Correct." Chimed the knocker, and the door swung open. The Ravenclaw common room was a huge circular room, with midnight blue carpet and a domed ceiling painted with stars. A tall statue of Rowena Ravenclaw stood between two winding staircases. On her head was a tiara. At the bottom the statue was a quote. 'Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.' The tall windows had curtains made from silk, which whistled as the wind came threw. Books were all over, on the multiple arm chairs and sofas, on tables and even scattered on the floor. The long tables had experiments, homework, and all sorts of random things on it, even a newton's cradle and some bacteria dishes. In the center of mess stood a translucent figure of a woman in a long dress, looking at them forlornly.

"What would you like to know?" She asked.

"We want to know about Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem." Harry said, stepping up.

"My mother's diadem was taken many years ago."

"By who?"

She scoffed. "I think you know who."

"Tom Riddle. And he tampered with it, didn't he?"

"The foolish boy, messing around in Dark Magic. Yes, it was Tom Riddle, and he took my mother's diadem and he defiled it!" She had raised her voice to almost a yell now.

"But I can fix it Helena. I can get rid of it once and for all. That's what you want, right? You just have to tell us where it is."

"If you have to ask, you will never know. If you know, you need only to ask." She said, drifting away.

"What the Angel is that supposed to mean?" Jace yelled, running after Harry, who had already taken off down the stairs.

"I know where to look!" He shouted.

"And where might that be?" Izzy yelled back.

"The Room of Requirement!" Harry laughed, and continued running. They continued sprinting, up stairs and along passageways, until they arrived at a long wall, opposite a tapestry of an old man trying to teach trolls too dance.

Harry stood at the wall and thought 'I need to hide something. I need to hide something. I need to hide something.' Suddenly, a door appeared, and he rushed threw it. A huge room filled with towers and endless rows of junk appeared.

"Everyone split up! Look for a sort of crown thing." Harry yelled, running along one of the rows, muttering to himself.

"Magnus, Alec, you take the east side, Izzy and I will take the west." Jace said.

Magnus and Alec sped of to the east side, keeping their eyes peeled for any diadem.

"Couldn't you tell me what that man, Snape, meant when he said, 'Don't tell him'?" Alec said.

"Well, it's what you might call a plot twist. It could change the whole course of this horcrux hunt." Magnus said.

"But Snape is on the wrong side, from what I take. Didn't he kill your friend?"

"I think you're suggesting I might be a trader, holding some secret. I'm glad to say I'm not, and Snape only killed Albus because… if I tell you, you can't say anything. Too anyone. Especially not too Harry."

"That wasn't what I was suggesting. I would never think that you're a trader. You won't do something like that. And I promise. But one more question. You told Harry, if only he knew the whole story, he would understand. What does that mean?"

Magnus opened his mouth to respond, but before he could tell Alec about Snape, something clattered to the ground.

The pair ran towards the noise, and found Harry and Jace climbing up a pile of old chairs and tables, throwing some down behind them. At the base of the tower stood three boys, one skinny pale blonde and two larger boys on either side of him, who all had their wands pointed at Harry and Jace.

"Come on Draco, kill 'em. Kill 'em and be done with it." Said the taller of the two larger boys. Naturally, this greatly angered Alec and he jumped up behind the trio and pinched base of the larger boys neck, making them crumple to the ground. Draco turned around when he say his cronies go down, too see a livid Alec, who brought his fist back and slammed it into Draco's jaw, who fell to the ground in a heap.

"Did Simon teach you that one?" Asked Magnus.

"What, the Vulcan nerve pinch? Yeah, he did. Thought it might actually work if you were strong enough."

"Simon is such a nerd." Izzy said, appearing from behind a row of books.

"And where were you?" Asked Alec, turning to his younger sister.

"Over there." She said, pointing down the row of books. "I heard you talking about Simon and the Vulcan nerve pinch, so I thought I might contribute."

"Got it!" Yelled Harry, waving his trophy high in the air. He had retrieved the crown from the tower and started climbing down. When he and Jace arrived at the bottom, he looked at Draco and frowned.

"What did you do to Malfoy? I'm not complaining, but it looks bad." And it was true. It looked like he would have headaches for days, and probably was missing some teeth. Blood was pooling around his head in a nasty way.

"I may have punched him a bit too hard." Alec said, but not looking too sorry about it.

Magnus pulled a pack of something that looked like gum from his coat pocket and crouched down to put one of the pieces in Draco's mouth. It immediately started to disintegrate.

"That will fix him up for now. New blood and some healing abilities. He may need to say a doctor, or a heeler, whatever, but, he'll survive." Magnus took the pulse of Crabbe and Goyle and determined their condition. "They'll be okay, but they won't wake up for a few hours. If they're lucky, they might miss this whole ordeal and go home without a scratch on them. Except the Malfoy. He has a bit more than a scratch." He stood and clapped his hands. "I think we better go." The others nodded and they walked to the door. Izzy reached for the handle, but it had already started turning.

The door was opened from the outside by four soaking wet people, holding a basilisk fang and a mangled cup. Hermione, Ron, Clary, and Simon stood outside the door.

"Yay! You didn't die! Now chop chop, we have things to do. Someone kill this horcrux, and we can figure out what to do next." Izzy said, taking the diadem from Harry and putting on the floor. Ron raised the fang and brought it down on the crown, sending what looked like pitch black smoke flying from the puncture site and an eire screaming sound emitting from it.

Harry fell to the floor, clutching his head, or more accurately his scar.

"Harry! Hermione yelled, flying too her friend's side. "Harry are you alright?!"

"I-I think so." Harry stammered, sitting up against the wall. "Voldemort, he's in the boat room. Were the first years land their boats when they come to Hogwarts."

"They take boats to get to Hogwarts?" Clary asked.

"No Biscuit, they take a train, they only take a boat to get across the lake. But that's not important. We have to get to the boat room. Can you stand?" Magnus asked Harry, who nodded and extended his hand too helped up. After he had stood and brushed himself off, Hermione started walking back from where they had came.

"How did you find us?" Izzy asked.

"We went up to the Ravenclaw tower, but Helena saw us at the bottom of the spiral staircase that leads up to the door. She said that you had gone to the Come and Go Room, which I remembered Harry caling the Room of Requirement once. So we went there." Hermione said. As they ran, they noticed that Death Eaters, trolls and spiders and other sickly creatures were invading the castle. Fires were everywhere, and you couldn't go one second without seeing devastation. The air was thick with smoke, and the came from flashes of spells and the dancing light of fire.

"And why are you wet? You might want to take care of that." Said Jace.

Hermione whipped out her wand and started drying them of with a spell that shot hot air out of her wand while Clary answered. "We went to the Chamber of Secrets. It was wet."

"How did you get into the Chamber of Secrets?" Asked Jace

"We used our sonic screwdriver. What do you think? Ron learned some parsley-something from Harry and we were in."

"Why would you make a sonic screwdriver?" Asked Jace

"Have you ever been bored?" Simon retorted.

"Are you having a one sided Doctor Who argument?" Asked Magnus.

"You like Doctor Who?" Simon asked.

"Of course!"

"Oi! Nerds! We're here." Said Ron in a low voice. They crouched down behind a piece of wood behind some glass and heard Voldemort talking.

"This wand will never be loyal to me."

"Yes, I'm sure it will, master. You are all powerful." Snape's voice.

"But you are the one who killed Dumbledore. The wand is obedient to you and you only, for that old man was its last master."

"Are you sure?" Asked Snape.

"The only way I can get this wand to respect me is if I kill the last owner. That is how the tale goes." Voldemort said in his awful hissing tones. "You have been a good and faithful servant, Severus, but now, it is time." He flicked the elder wand and Snape fell, clattering to the ground. "Nagini. Strike." And out of nowhere, Nagini, Voldemort's snake lashed out, sinking its fangs into Snape's skin again and again. Then it was gone, and Harry sprinted out from his hiding place, rushing to his old teachers side.

Snape was crying. But his tears were not ordinary tears. They were his thoughts and memories. "Take them." He sobbed. "Take them too the pensive." Someone handed Harry a vial, where he put the dying man's tears.

Harry was trying to stop the flow of blood from the wound, put it was no use. "Magnus! Help me. Use some magic or something."

"I can't Harry. The poison is already shutting his brain down." Magnus looked at Snape. "Should I tell him now?" He asked.

"No." Snape rasped. "The memories. They will do it." He turned back too Harry. "You have your mother's eyes." He said. And the light left his eyes, and he breathed his final breath, and he uttered his last words. Then he was gone.

"I hate it when I can't save people." Magnus whispered, his cat eyes glistening with remorse. "I just hate it."

The buzzing sound that had filled the Great Hall started in their heads again. Voldemort's voice filled their ears, saying: Harry Potter. You have let your friends die for you. There is no greater dishonor, no not at all. You have hid like a coward. Meet me in the Forbidden Forest in one hour, or I will murder every single man, woman, and child fighting for your fruitless cause. To the people. I have called off my troops. Every drop of magical blood spilt is a tragedy. I will let you dispose of you dead with honor and integrity. Harry Potter. You have one hour.

Then the voice was gone.

A/N

Let me know if you liked the description of the Ravenclaw common room. I am a Ravenclaw myself, and proud too, so I changed the description of what I thought the common room might look like. Also, a good theory that I think I should pose is that the eagle knocker asked questions according to your personal likes, if you use it often enough. Not all Ravenclaw's are academically smart, just very good at what they like to do, and are very well informed and passionate about that thing.

Also, I think that Simon constantly asks Magnus if the Doctor is real. I might write a fic about it if it pleases the masses.

One last thing. The strips of something described as gum, but disintegrates in your mouth is something that I invented. A magical tonic that warlocks can pre-make, so if they can't use there magic at that moment (I think Magnus was saving us *hint* *hint*) they can use the gum. I also believe that the Clave could use this, but it would require the help of a Downworld family, and we all know how much the like that.

Thanks for reading!