A/N: No will power. No control. Far too curious. These things are going to get me killed one day. :P I just can't deny these gifts that I'm receiving. :P :] Anyways, here's Chapter 5. Hope you like it. :]

Normally, people would be excited for their birthday, especially if they were going to be coming of age. Old enough to leave home legally. Old enough to do magic outside of school, but Harry was miserable.

He, Ron, and Hermione had finally figured out their plan. They would be leaving for their journey in September. Harry was going to tell Remus and Sirius one or two weeks after his birthday. Ron and Hermione were going to tell the rest of the Weasleys two or three weeks after Harry's party, unless Harry's uncles told them first. Harry's birthday was in three days and he was extremely stressed. His behaviour didn't go unnoticed.

"Seriously, Harry. This is mental. What's going on, pup?" Remus said one day during lunch.

"Nothing, really," Harry lied.

"You're hiding something from Sirius and I, and I want to know what it is. Right now," Remus stated firmly, pushing his dish away.

"I broke up with Ginny."

"You know we already knew that. You told us the day of. Now, tell me the truth, Harry. I won't be mad. You know I'll only get mad if you keep lying and making up excuses and don't tell me," Remus said, softer.

Harry stared at his food, pushing it around with his fork. Maybe he should just tell them now. It might make things a tiny bit easier, minus the fact that they'd both be furious. "Sirius has to be here too. In person. You both need to know," Harry finally answered. Remus nodded and went to the fire to get Sirius. Harry pushed his food away and went to sit in the living room.

"Sirius, just come home for a minute. Harry needs to tell us something," Remus came from the fire and sat on the sofa. Harry curled up on the chair and was gripping a pillow very tightly. Sirius finally came out of the fire.

"Hey, kiddo," Sirius sat on the sofa as well. "All right. I'm here. What's going on?"

Harry took a shaky breath and sat up a bit. "You—you know how I asked if you would be mad if I didn't go back to school?" he started. He was nervous as hell.

"Yeah."

"Okay. So say I wasn't going back because Ron, Hermione, and I were going off to do something important…and dangerous."

"What exactly would you be doing?" Remus asked.

"'Uning 'oruxes," Harry mumbled. Remus and Sirius didn't understand.

"What was that?"

"I said, we would be…" Harry paused, "we would be hunting Horcruxes. Hunting Voldemort."

"Obviously we would be furious if that's what you were doing. That's a death sentence," Remus gasped.

"Harry, what are you getting at?" Sirius wondered.

"I'm saying that Hermione, Ron, and I are not going back to school. We're leaving and looking for Horcruxes. We'll destroy them all, and then I'll be going after Voldemort," Harry told them quickly. He was shaking. Sirius and Remus didn't move or speak. They just stared at Harry. He glanced at his watch then back at his uncles. It had been seven minutes since anyone had said anything. "Guys? Okay, start yelling."

"No! You are not going after Voldemort along!" Remus began shouting.

"I won't be alone. Ron and Hermione will be coming with me."

"That doesn't make a difference! You're only seventeen!" Sirius yelled.

"Exactly. I'm going to be of age in a few days."

"You'll die if you do this!" Remus said.

"Everyone else around me will die if I don't do this!" Harry replied, his voice rising.

"And how could you drag Ron and Hermione into this? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is?" Remus added.

"Yes, I do know of the danger because I've already faced it. I also didn't drag them into this. They want to come with me. I was going to go alone but they want to come."

"You're not hunting down Horcruxes and Voldemort, Harry. You're going back to Hogwarts for your last year," Sirius stated.

"Then you'll be handing me to Voldemort! He's running the school now and don't say he's not because he is! If I go back, I'm dead. That'll be it. I'll be gone and the world will be Voldemort's. All Dark Magic. Nothing else. No Muggles. No half-breeds. No Muggleborns. Just Dark Magic. A dark world. I'm not letting that happen. I'm destroying Voldemort and I can only do that if I destroy the Horcruxes."

"Harry. Voldemort is not at Hogwarts. You, Ron, and Hermione are going back. You're finishing school. That's final," Remus said in a final tone.

Harry glared at them. "We're not going back. We're leaving in September. We don't know how long we'll be gone, but we're not coming back until I finish this. I'm sorry. I love you too much to let you suffer anymore. I'll get rid of Voldemort then we don't have to worry anymore. I won't have to worry about those that I love getting hurt. I'm sorry. I really am, but I have to do this," Harry said. His uncles didn't say anything. Harry sighed, stood up, and went to his bedroom. He closed and locked the door then fell on is bed. After a few minutes, Harry went to his desk and began writing.

Ron & Hermione,
Just thought I'd let you know that I told Remus and Sirius. They sort of forced it out. Sorry, guys. They're obviously not happy at all. They said we're going to Hogwarts and that's final. I said something but I don't remember. I left after that. Anyways, that's all. I just wanted to let you know.
I'll see you at the party.
Bye.
-Harry

He sent Hedwig on her way with the letter. He sighed again and lay on his bed and thought back to what he read about horcruxes.

To destroy a Horcrux, you must destroy it with something that has been used to kill something powerful and magical, but not a wand, unless I find the Elder Wand.

How was he supposed to destroy the Horcruxes? He didn't know of anything that fit the description.

Wait, Harry thought. He jumped off his bed and reached underneath it. He pulled out a case and placed it on his bed. Inside, occupying the same spot it had been for almost five years was the sword Harry had used to kill the Basilisk in second year.

This could work. It was used to kill a Basilisk. A Basilisk is powerful and magical. The sword had also been made by Godric Gryffindor himself. That had to have some effect, Harry thought to himself as he stared at the silver and red-ruby sword gleaming in the sun. He put his hands on the case to open it. He pulled and it opened.

Guess I found out the second purpose this thing holds. When he lifted the sword out of the case, a piece of paper fell out of the case and fluttered to the floor. Harry frowned. He put the sword on his bed then bent down to pick up the paper. He turned it over and read the words.

One from Slytherin
One from Hufflepuff
One from Gryffindor or Ravenclaw
One animal
One of the father
One memory
One human soul

"What the hell does that mean?" Harry searched the rest of the paper for answers, but found none. "Why is 'one human soul' bolded? Must be more important than the others," Harry shrugged. Though he didn't know what it was, he decided to keep it. He placed it on the bottom of the case and taped it there so he wouldn't lose it. Harry sighed and placed the sword back into the waiting case, then put the case back under his bed.

Harry gasped loudly and jumped when someone knocked on his bedroom door. He flew around to face his door as someone knocked again. "Harry? Dinner's ready, pup. Wash up and come down before it gets cold," Remus said through the door then went back downstairs. Harry took a few seconds to restart his heart and slow his breathing. He then unlocked his door then went down the stairs.

Harry saw Remus sitting at the table, his back to the stairs and reading the paper, but saw no one else. "Where's Sirius?"

"Work. He left an hour ago already. Come eat, Harry. It's getting cold," Remus answered, not looking away from his paper.

"What happened?" Harry asked as he sat down across from his distracted uncle. Remus didn't answer. "Remus? What happened? Was someone killed?"

"No one was killed that we know of. Just an attack."

"On whom?"

"The Lovegoods."

"What?" Harry breathed. "How can you be so calm?" Harry shouted.

"Because there's nothing to freak out about. So far, no one died. It was an attempted killing, but a failure," Remus had finished eating and was now drinking his coffee. He had also put his paper down and had begun to watch Harry as the boy ate. "Xenophilius must have put up a fight to have gotten himself and his daughter out alive."

"Who?"

"Xenophilius Lovegood. Luna Lovegood's father. Ex-Auror. Became a Healer but retired a couple years ago. Now he's the editor-in-chief for The Quibbler. He can be a nice guy. Every time I've met him he as been. He's been in the paper a few times. He may have been an Auror, but when he quit, he didn't believe your story. He didn't join the Dark Side, but he believed everything was the famous Harry Potter's fault. That, because you lived, you sentenced our world to death basically. He thinks both you and Voldemort should be destroyed," Remus explained.

"Well, if you think about it…" Harry started.

"Harry, don't start," Remus warned.

"Sorry," Harry sighed. Remus gave a small smile.

"He won't be home for a while."

"Kind of figured," Harry nodded. "Remus? Are you and Sirius still mad about before?"

"Not mad, I guess. More—more full of wonder."

"'Bout what?"

"Whether you're actually going to listen to us or walk out the door with your friends to carry on your mission. I guess we'll see," Remus gave a small sigh.

"Yeah. I guess," Harry took a bite of his dinner. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course. Anything."

"Would it be possible to split your soul and put part of it into someone else without the person knowing? Would the person get some kind of clue that they have a piece of someone's soul in them, or would they be completely oblivious to it?"

"Yes, it's possible. Unless the person knew about the transfer, they would be oblivious to it. Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering. I was reading a book on horcruxes yesterday. It had said you could do it, but I wasn't sure. That's all," Harry stated.

"Sirius and I really hope you'll reconsider this, you know."

"I'm sorry. I don't think we'll change our minds."

"That's what has us worrying."

"Harry? Remus!" Sirius' voice suddenly sounded out.

"Kitchen!" Remus called. "What are you doing here?"

Sirius faked being taken back by the statement. "I thought I lived here. Must be in the wrong house," Harry giggled.

"You know what I mean, Padfoot," Remus sighed. "You know you can't just pack up and leave work."

"You're not at work."

"I'm watching our sixteen year old kid and working. I, unlike you, am able to work from home," Remus answered. "Now, why are you here?"

"I had gone to Diagon Alley to take care of a newborn werewolf that was loose. It went into the Apothecary and got locked in the basement. You might get called to work soon. Anyways, Molly ran into me and we started talking. She said Ginny's really upset by the break up. Harry, why did you break up with her?" Sirius had turned to Harry.

"Why did you break up with her? You never told us that," Remus frowned, looking at the teen.

"Because, if we were together, she would be a bigger target. Voldemort would find out about us and go after her. I wasn't going to be the reason she was a bigger target. I have enough people I love suffering. I don't want to drag her to the top of Voldemort's death list with me," Harry explained. His uncles frowned.

"You don't think Voldemort already knew you were with Ginny? I guarantee that he knew," Remus responded.

"And you two being together isn't going to cause anything. She's a Weasley. She and her family are the biggest blood traitors in the world. They're already on the high rise of Voldemort's death list," Sirius added.

"I never thought about that," Harry mumbled.

"Look, kiddo. We're just telling you that you won't cause anything for the Weasleys and Hermione because they're already on the high rise," Sirius said softly. "I should go. I'll hopefully be home tomorrow. I'll definitely be here for your birthday and Moony, that owl will be for you. You're getting called to work."

"What about Harry?"

"I'll stay here. I'm just gonna clean up, do some homework, then go to bed. I'll be fine. I know the rules," Harry reassured them.

"Are you sure?" Sirius asked as Remus opened the letter. Sure enough, he was getting called. He rolled his eyes and burnt the letter.

"Yes, I'm sure. Everything will stay locked. I'm just going to clean up, do my homework, then I'll be in bed," Harry nodded.

"All right. See you tomorrow, kid," Sirius hugged Harry and Flooed away.

"We have got to get used to Apparating," Remus sighed.

"Why?"

"Because with everything that's been happening, in a few days the Ministry will be watching the Floo Network. We'll have to Apparate everywhere now," Remus answered.

"What's wrong with Apparating?" Harry frowned.

"Not too much, but when you Apparate, you leave a trail. Someone is able to step in the very spot you Apparated from and can be transported to the destination. The trail lasts for about fifteen minutes. That's why you have to be careful when you use Apparation," Remus explained. Harry nodded in understanding. "All right. See you in the morning. Be good. Leave the house standing," Remus hugged Harry who chuckled.

"I will. Bye, Remus. See you," Harry smiled and Remus Flooed away. Harry picked up all the dishes and put them in the sink. He prepared everything so he could wash the dishes. He turned on the radio on the counter and started the dishes. After about ten minutes, he was half done. Just then the phone rang. Harry quickly dried his hands then grabbed the cordless phone from the living room.

"Hello?" Harry said. There was no answer. "Hello? Stupid prank callers," Harry hung up the phone. He put it on the counter and continued with the dishes. Exactly three minutes later, the phone rang again.

"Hello?" Again, no answer but he could hear breathing. Harry was annoyed. "Hello?" he hung up again, angry. As soon as he turned back to the sink, the phone rang for the third time.

"Wanna play a game?" a voice said. Harry's heart stopped and he almost dropped the phone in the water.

"Who is this?"

"Who do you think?"

"How did you get this number?" Harry was looking around the house for his Communicator.

"Let's just say I overheard you tell your friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger," the person answered, giving a small chuckle at the end.

"Who are you? How do you know my friends?" Harry kept searching the parts of the house he could see, but couldn't see his Communicator. Damn it.

"I know everything about you, Harry."

"How do you know my name?" his voice came out in a whisper. He didn't even think about the fact that everyone knew his name, being the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Like I said, I know all about you," Harry frowned. "A pretty upsetting thing it was. You know, you're sixteenth birthday. Horrible incident, just horrible."

"How do you know about that?"

"My turn now. Not yours."

"Your turn for what?"

"It's play time," the voice said. "I ask questions, you answer. Just like your birthday, isn't it? Or like when you got kidnapped in your fifth year."

"No," Harry went to hang up.

"I don't think you want to do that."

"Why not?"

"Go get your Communicator and I'll show you," Harry was going to ask how the person knew he had a Communicator, but decided against it. "It's in your bedroom." Harry went up the stairs and to his room. Sure enough, it was sitting on his end table.

"Okay. I got it."

"Good. Put it on your bed and accept the incoming call," Harry obeyed.

"Incoming call from unknown caller. Accept or decline call?" the familiar holographic voice said.

"Accept," Harry said.

"Call accepted," the holographic picture appeared.

"What am I supposed to be seeing? There's nothing there," Harry answered, annoyed.

"One moment," there was silence on the line for a few seconds, and then the caller was back. "Now watch. Do you happen to recognize this young boy?"

"Lee!" Harry shouted. In the holograph was Lee Jordan. He was extremely beaten and looked almost dead. Harry could tell Lee had lost a lot of blood. Lee's skin was white.

"H—H—Ha—Harry. H—he—help m—m—m—me," Lee spluttered, spitting up blood.

"Let him go," Harry growled into the phone.

"Only if you answer me this," the caller replied. Harry watched as someone walked behind Lee. The person lifted up Lee's head and put a knife to his neck. Lee whimpered.

"D—Don't hurt him," Harry stated.

"I won't if you answer this," the caller took a pause. "What are the Horcruxes and where are they?"

"I—I don't know."

"Come now, Harry. I know you were helping Dumbledore hunt them down—"

"That doesn't mean I know what they are or where they are," Harry interrupted. "Dumbledore didn't even know."

"Careful, Harry. I wouldn't want to kill your friend," Harry snapped his gaze back to Lee. The knife had been pressed into his neck a bit harder. There was a trickle of blood running down Lee's neck.

Harry bit his lip. "I seriously don't know."

"You have the paper, don't you? You have the special Snitch, don't you?"

"How do you know that?" Harry breathed. Lee yelled out as the knife pushed into his neck more. "Stop it!"

"Tell me!" the caller shouted. That was the first time the caller had raised his voice.

"I can't because I don't know!"

"Too bad for your friend," Harry turned away as the knife slid across Lee's neck.

The phone clicked.

The caller was gone.

Though no one was on the phone anymore, Harry couldn't put the phone down or hang up. It stayed at his ear and he collapsed to the floor. He looked everywhere but his bed where the picture of Lee on the ground was still showing. Lee's body was now in a pool of blood. After several minutes, the phone slipped from Harry's hand and fell to the floor just as the call on the Communicator was disconnected.

"The call was—"

"No," Harry didn't let it finish. He just sat on his floor, not moving.

A/N: Omg, please don't hurt me. I'm so sorry! *hides behind my new Fred Weasley and James Potter* :P