A/N: Hey, sorry about the wait. I forgot about updating this story. I've been busy fighting to write Spur of the Moment. I'll try to remember to update more often. LOL. Anyways, hope you like this chapter. :]

"Ugh. That was eventful in a very painful way," Harry groaned, opening his eyes slowly. He didn't even have to touch it to know it was there. He could feel something sticky and warm on the back of his head. He slowly sat up. It was pitch black so he took out his wand. "Lumos," the small light appeared and he could finally see. "My head is killing me. Good way to start off," he sighed.

Oh no. The mirror, Harry thought when his eyes and light fell of what had been the two-way mirror. It had shattered from the impact of the fall. It couldn't be repaired. "Sorry, Dad. I just broke the damn mirror. Damn it!" he said angrily. He took a cloth out of his bag and wrapped up the mirror. He put it in a pocket on the bag.

What am I supposed to do now? With a broken mirror and a bleeding head. I have to find Ron and Hermione. Harry stood but had to use the wall for support. He was dizzy from the hard hit he had taken. He looked around and saw a dark passage. "I hate to think going down there is my best bet," he rolled his eyes and started down the long, dark, passageway.

"What if he's hurt? We never should have split up," Hermione squeaked.

"It was either that or get caught by the creepy villagers. I'm sure Harry's fine. Maybe he found something," Ron replied.

"We have to find him."

"If we go outside, we'll be caught. Let's just stay in this house. We'll look around. Without a doubt, Harry will come back here. He wouldn't leave without us," Ron told her.

She nodded. "Okay. We'll stay. Let's look around."

"Okay," they walked downstairs and began exploring. Ron wandered aimlessly into what he could only guess to be the living room. He frowned and called for Hermione, who appeared holding a few books. "Check out all the pictures," he said.

"Wow," Hermione breathed. You could hardly see the walls. There were hundreds of black and white, sepia, coloured, and even some negative photos. They were all moving. "I guess whoever lived here was magic."

"Isn't it weird though? Even if they were abandoning the place, you'd think they'd bring something. No one would just leave everything, especially not pictures," Ron replied.

"It is strange. The library is huge. Every book is on Dark Magic. I also found a diary," Hermione told him.

"Let's go back to the library. I'll take a look at the books," Ron stated and Hermione lead the way to the library. She hadn't been lying or exaggerating or anything. The library was huge. Books filled the shelves which reached from the floor to the ceiling. "Whoa."

"I know. If every book in here wasn't on Dark Magic, I might actually like it," Hermione nodded. She sat in a brown leather chair in the middle of the room with a little wooden table on the right. While Ron examined the books, Hermione read the diary.

Dear Diary,
Daddy says we're leaving today. I don't want to leave but this move will help him. I'm not exactly sure what he's doing, but I do know it involves Harry Potter. Daddy's calling. I have to go.
Bye.
Luna .L.

"RON!" Hermione shrieked making Ron jump and drop the book he was holding.

"What?" he asked angrily, picking up the book and putting it back on the shelf.

"Luna used to live here."

"Lovegood? Are you sure?"

"It says right here. Luna .L. How many Lunas can there be? And with the last initial .L.," Hermione pointed at the name on the page in the diary. "Remember what Luna told us last year? She moved to wherever she lives now three years before she started Hogwarts. Which means…" she ran down the stairs with Ron behind her. She stopped in the living room and pointed at a sepia picture of a young girl. "The little girl in these pictures is Luna and that's her father. Remember? Her mother died when she young."

"This is seriously weird. I think we have to get out of this village as fast as possible," Ron stated.

"Definitely. We have to find Harry," Hermione nodded as they returned upstairs. They walked into the library just in time to hear pounding and yelling.

"Hello? Ron! Hermione?" Harry's voice came from behind one of the large bookcases.

"Harry! Are you all right?" Hermione asked, worried.

"I'm fine. I just hit my head. Get me out of here!" Harry shouted.

"How? You're behind a wall, behind a bookshelf," Ron said.

"Try the books. This house is full of secret passages. This wall must open," Harry told them.

"That sounds like something out of a cheesy horror movie," Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Got a better idea?" Harry asked.

"Fine," Hermione sighed. She and Ron began pulling every book off the shelf, trying to discover the hidden secret.

"How are we supposed to get to those books? They're sort of high," Ron wondered aloud.

"I guess we'll have to climb," Hermione shrugged, staring at the books high above them.

"Let's climb," Ron took a deep breath and they started climbing up to the out-of-reach books. Finally they reached the books and began pulling them off the shelf. "Don't you think we would have found the 'secret' by now?"

"It's probably one of the very top books," Hermione guessed.

"Wouldn't be surprised," Ron huffed. He and Hermione stepped up one shelf so they could reach the shelf second from the top.

"I think I found it. Hold on."

"What've I been doing for the past three shelves? Swinging?" Ron said sarcastically.

Hermione scowled. "You will be swinging if you don't hold on," she pulled on a book with a red cover and the title, Dark Arts with the Four Elements, in big silver lettering. The bookcase began opening like a door, revealing Harry in a dark passage.

"Finally," Harry walked into the library. Hermione pushed the book back and secret door swung shut. Ron and Hermione climbed down and went to Harry.

"Look at your head! That needs stitches!" Hermione examined his head.

"It's fine, Hermione. Really." he tried to push her away.

"Harry, you need stitches and it needs to be cleaned. I want to be a Healer, remember? I know these things."

"Do you know how to do it then?" Harry asked.

"Yes. Madam Pomfrey showed me last year. Remus helped me too."

"That's what you two were always doing."

"Yep. Come here," Hermione pulled a small box out of her bag. "I knew this would be needed."

"How did you know that?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

"Think about what we're doing. Someone was bound to get hurt. I was right. It's only been a couple hours and someone's hurt," Hermione replied, beginning to clean the gash on Harry's head.

"Remus never told me what you two were doing. Always said it was none of my business," Harry said.

"It was none of your business. Have you two figured out what job you want?" Hermione asked. She had begun stitching.

"Auror. So, Sirius' department," Ron answered.

"Either Remus' or Sirius' department. I'm not sure yet," Harry stated.

"At least you know what you might or do want to do. So many people are clueless about it when they leave school," Hermione told them. "Done. The stitches will dissolve, so they don't have to be taken out."

"Good. One thing, the mirror is broken. It broke when I fell," Harry said.

"We still have the Communicator and our wands," Ron replied.

"I guess. Better than nothing, I suppose," Harry sighed, nodding.

"So where are we going now? We can't stay in this village. It's way to dangerous," Hermione answered.

"'Cause everything else we're doing is perfectly safe," Harry said sarcastically.

"Shut up, Harry," Hermione glared. Harry grinned.

"So, where are we going, mate?" Ron asked.

"What time is it?"

"Almost eleven-thirty," Hermione said.

"We're going down to the ocean still. It's only a few miles (kilometres) from here. Maybe three to five miles. We still need to figure stuff out. After that, we're going back," Harry explained.

"Back?" Hermione frowned.

"Back where?" Ron asked.

"Back to where we came from."

"We're going back to the Burrow?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

Harry sighed. "No. We're going back to London."

"Oh. Where in London?" Ron wondered.

"Number twelve, Grimmauld Place," Harry said and his friends gaped at him.

"What the hell is going on?" Remus cursed. He had walked outside, planning to go for lunch, but was stopped by flashing cameras and chattering reporters.

"Mr. Lupin, is it true Fenrir Greyback is once again on the run?" a twenty-something female reporter asked, holding up a microphone to Remus.

"Mr. Lupin, is what your nephew, Harry Potter, saying about You-Know-Who being at Hogwarts true?"

"Uh-" How did the press get all of this information?

"Mr. Lupin, how is your nephew planning on saving the wizarding world?"

"That's it!" Remus shouted angrily and marched back into the Ministry, the reporters yelling questions after him.

"Mr. Lupin, are you all right?" a woman from his department asked.

"I'm fine," Remus said, a bit of bitterness touching his tone.

"Remus, what's wrong?" Sirius asked as Remus walked into his office.

"Have you been outside recently?"

"No, I've been here for a few hours."

"There is a pack of reporters out there. They're waiting to ambush anyone who goes out there. They know everything," Remus said.

"What do you mean?"

"They know Greyback has left Hogwarts with his pack. They know Harry knows Voldemort's at the school. They don't know if it's true or not, but they know about it. I also got asked how Harry's planning to save the world," Remus explained.

"Inside source?" Sirius wondered.

"More than likely," Remus nodded. "Question is, who?"

"I can't even think of anyone who would leak information to the press," Sirius shook his head.

"I can't either. Everyone who knows would never say anything," Remus added.

"I'm getting tired of all the damn spies in this place," Sirius frowned deeply.

"Tell me about it," Remus sighed. "Have you talked to Harry?"

"No. I was going to but I got caught up in stuff. You?"

"Only for a bit. I wanted to warn him about Greyback. After a bit, he and his friends started running around. I think the mirror might have smashed. Harry fell and the call was cut off."

"Oh no. Harry must feel bad about it."

"Probably."

"I should call."

"You should. Talk to you later, Padfoot."

"Bye, Moony," he waved then took out his Communicator.

"Name please," said the holographic voice as he turned the device on.

"Harry Potter," Sirius sat back and waited, going over things in his disorganized head.

"Why are we going to Grimmauld Place?" Hermione asked. About fifteen minutes earlier, the trio had left the white village and finally found the ocean. They sat down and had a small bite to eat. They didn't want to eat or drink too much at once. They needed the food to last as long as possible.

"Because that's where Regulus Black was living before he was killed by Death Eaters, though he was one himself," Harry replied.

"What does he have to do with anything?" Ron frowned.

"On the fake locket I found, there were initials on the back. R.A.B. Since I found it, I thought through everyone I know and Sirius' brother is the only one who fits. Regulus Arcturus Black. I think he's the one who stole the real locket. I think it might still be at Grimmauld Place," Harry told them.

"Incoming call from Sirius Orion Black. Accept or decline call?" the familiar holographic voice from his Communicator said.

"Should I answer?" Harry wondered.

"Probably. Sirius might wonder why you talk to Remus and not him," Hermione nodded.

"Good point. Accept," Harry replied and the holographic picture of Sirius appeared. "Hi, Sirius."

"Hey, kiddo. How are you doing?"

"Fine. We're all right. Except the mirror is broken. I fell and it broke. Sorry," Harry told him.

"Don't worry about it."

"But it was Dad's."

"We'll see if we can fix it. If not, don't stress. Your father wouldn't care," Sirius smiled.

"Thanks."

"Anytime."

"I have a question," Harry said.

"What is it?" Sirius wondered.

"Is Remus there?"

"Yep," Sirius nodded and Remus appeared in the picture. "So what's up?"

"How long have you been tracking me?" the teen raised an eyebrow at his uncles.

"What?" Harry didn't fail to notice it when their eyes widened.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. I found a tracking device attached to my favourite sweater. The one I'm wearing. How long have you been tracking me?" Harry crossed his arms. He could feel a small bubble of anger floating around inside.

"At the beginning of your sixth year," Remus sighed. There was no point trying to hide it. The boy already knew.

"Unbelievable," Harry was quite angry now. "Shows how much you trust me, huh?"

"Harry, you know we trust you," Sirius said.

"Then why was I being tracked?" Harry quickly glanced up. Ron and Hermione were a little ways away from him, deep in conversation. They had left, knowing Harry should talk to his uncles alone.

"It was to keep you safe. Everything's always to keep you safe," Remus answered.

"So that's why you were going to send me to Hogwarts to Voldemort. To keep me safe. It makes perfect sense," Harry said with immense sarcasm. He had seen his friends look at him out the corner of his eye.

"We're really sorry about that. We know you were telling the truth," Sirius replied.

"So, if you were keeping me safe, that means I was being watched. How many Aurors or Order members were at Hogwarts?"

His uncles looked to the floor. This wasn't the conversation they had hoped to have with Harry. "Three. Most of the time it was Tonks, Taylor, and Smith. Sometimes Kingsley went," Remus finally answered.

"Unbelievable," Harry was really angry now. His uncles and friends could see it.

"Don't be mad, kiddo."

"I have to go. We're heading back to London and staying somewhere for a night or two. Bye, guys. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye, pup. Love you."

"Bye, Harry."

Harry disconnected the call and turned it off. As he put the Communicator away, Ron and Hermione returned to his side.

"It's because they love you, Harry, and you know it. You're making the situation worse than it is," Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"Can you just let me be pissed about this for a bit, please? You know I'll see the truth later," Harry slightly glared at her. She shrugged, agreeing silently.

"When do we leave, Harry?" Ron asked, breaking the tense silence lingering.

"Not until we figure out what these mean," Harry handed them the small paper that had fallen out of the case of the sword.

"Any idea why 'one human soul' is bolded?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

"Not a clue. I don't have a clue about anything on that paper," Harry shook his head.

"It is strange. Where did you say you found this again, Harry?" Hermione said.

"I didn't, but it was in the case with the sword. It's obviously important if Dumbledore kept it."

"True. See, I think the ones that relate to the Founders, I think it has to do with things of their's left behind. That could be anything though," Hermione thought aloud.

"The best place to find those things is Hogwarts," Ron stated.

"We can't go there yet. It's too dangerous," Harry replied.

"Why would those things be important though?" Hermione frowned.

"Wait. Let's see," Harry took the paper and looked at it, mumbling. "I know what these are."

"What are they?" his friends asked together.

"Horcruxes," Harry replied. The trio gasped as the paper began to glow red.

"That went well," Sirius sighed.

"We had to have known Harry would find out. He figures everything out," Remus said.

"True, but that doesn't stop him from being mad," Sirius added.

"Good point," Remus nodded. "I should get going. I really need to get somewhere on the Greyback case. I'll see you later, Sirius."

"See you," Remus left the office and headed for his department.

The one thing about Fenrir Greyback that Remus hadn't dug around in was the family history. He had just assumed Greyback had no family, until now. He needed to know everything in order to stop the werewolf. He had begun to search for a family history.

"Umm, Remus?" Seth stood in the doorway to Remus' office. He was holding a file in his hands.

"Yeah? What is it, Seth?" Remus looked up from his desk to the twenty-three year old wizard. Seth was quite tall. He had black, messy hair. It reminded Remus of Harry's hair, except Seth's could be tamed.

"We think we have some family history on Greyback."

"Really?"

"Yes. He has a son. A nineteen year old son," Seth replied and handed Remus the file.

"He has a son?" Remus opened the file.

"Yes. The mother died when the boy was four. Lexi Lovegood."

"Lovegood?" Remus repeated. "Thanks, Seth. I'll read through this," Seth nodded and walked away. "A son. Unbelievable," he muttered and began reading.

A/N: Hope you liked it and I'll update again shortly. :]