A/N: Told you I'd update shortly. LOL. So, here's Chapter 11. Hope you like it. :] Don't forget to leave a review. :] Make me happy. I'm feeling a little sad, hence the less-than-enthusiastic Author's Notes like they usually are. :P :]

"I'm gonna guess and say Harry was right," Ron said. The paper had stopped glowing but now there was a red line across 'one memory' and 'one of the father'.

"Why are there two of them crossed out?" Hermione frowned.

"Because they've been destroyed. 'One of the father'. That obviously means Voldemort's father," Harry replied.

"The ring," Ron stated.

"Exactly. Dumbledore destroyed that a bit before he died. 'One memory'," Harry nodded.

"The diary from second year," Hermione answered.

"Yes, somehow I destroyed that without the sword. I found a loophole. The venom from the Basilisk is what destroyed it," Harry nodded again.

"What about these other ones though? We have no idea what they are," Hermione pointed out.

"We know a couple of them. 'One from Slytherin'. It's the locket which I'm pretty sure is at number twelve. 'One from Hufflepuff'. I have no idea. 'One from Gryffindor or Ravenclaw'. I have a theory about that one."

"And?"

"I think it's the sword."

"Godric Gryffindor's sword. It makes sense," Hermione nodded.

"Yeah, but how do we destroy it if it's a Horcrux? We have no Basilisk venom. That sword is the only thing that can destroy the Horcruxes," Ron responded.

"I have no clue," Harry sighed.

"We'll figure it out. Continue, Harry," Hermione replied.

"'One animal'. That one is pretty obvious. It's his snake, Nagini. Then the last one, 'One human soul'. Pretty self-explanatory. Someone's soul is a Horcrux," Harry finished. "What time is it?"

"Almost two-thirty," Hermione told him.

"The time went fast."

"I have a question. How would you destroy a Horcrux if it's a person's soul? Wouldn't you be killing that person?" Ron asked.

"I'm not sure. I haven't looked into it. Maybe we should figure that out," Harry frowned.

"We should," Ron and Hermione nodded.

"I think we should head back to London now. We need to find that locket," Harry stated. His friends nodded in agreement.

"We probably shouldn't Disapparate right here. There's too much of a risk someone will follow us," Hermione said.

"We'll go back to the forest. There's a better chance of no one seeing us," Harry told them.

"It'll take a while to get deep into the forest. Maybe half an hour to an hour," Hermione stated.

"Let's get going now then," Harry smiled. He stood up and put his bag on his back. The trio headed back into the forest. After about fifteen minutes, they were in the forest and were now walking deeper and deeper into the trees.

They had been walking for a half hour when Ron stopped. "Did you hear something?"

"Like what?"

"It sounds like we're being followed. It feels like it too," Ron told them.

"It kind of does. Maybe we should leave," Hermione nodded.

"No. If we're being watched or followed, that means someone's close enough to step into the trail left behind by Apparation. We can't risk someone following us to London," Harry said.

"It also means someone's close enough to attack and quite possibly kill us. I can't do magic, remember?" Hermione added.

"I know. I remember. Just keep moving and keep going farther into the forest. The deeper we go, the harder it will be for anyone to follow us," Harry stated. Hermione was clearly hesitant but followed closely behind her friends. After a bit, Harry decided the forest was thick enough and they could Apparate.

"I have one more question before we go to London," Ron said just as Harry was going to disapparate.

"What?"

"How do we know the locket is still in London or number twelve? It's been, what, sixteen years since Regulus Black was murdered? He could have moved it somewhere else. Or someone else found it," Ron asked.

"He's right, Harry. It has been sixteen years since he died," Hermione agreed.

"We don't know if it's still in number twelve or in London at all. It's our best bet though. We have to take this chance. If we don't and the locket is there, we may never get a chance like now to get it."

Ron and Hermione glanced at each other then returned their gazes to Harry. "Let's go to London," Hermione smiled. She took Ron's arm and they disappeared.

In the dark shadows behind them, a hooded boy watched the trio disappear. He was about nineteen. He smirked and ran off into the dark forest, a location stuck in his head.

London.

"Sirius!" Remus yelled. He stopped a passing Auror. "Bernard, where's Sirius?"

"He left with Shacklebolt and Sanders twenty minutes ago. A Muggle was killed," Brent Bernard replied.

"Damn it. Thanks," Remus sighed. Bernard left. "Tonks. Wait, Bernard! Wait, wait, wait!" he called and the Auror turned back around.

"Yes?"

"Where's Tonks?"

"She's with Hale talking to Barty Crouch. Two floors down, room three fifty-one."

"Thanks," Remus took off. He hopped into the elevator just as the doors were closing. He walked down a hallway and was about to enter room three fifty-one when he heard arguing.

"Mr. Crouch, it's not up to you to decide if he stays here or not," he heard Tonks say.

"He is no longer fit for the position," Crouch replied.

"Says you just because you hate him. He's the best one for the job. If you fire him, this part of the Ministry will fall apart. There's no reason to think he isn't fit for the position," Tonks said angrily.

"He has focused his mind too much on that brat of-"

"Watch it, Crouch. That so-called 'brat' you're referring to is my nephew as well. Watch what you say," Tonks threatened. "Besides, of course his mind is on Harry. It's his nephew slash godson. Pretty much his son. Harry's on everyone's mind at this point. Just because he's thinking about Harry, it doesn't mean he should be fired."

"I don't care if the kid is his brother. He is a distraction. I'm talking with Black when he returns. You and Shacklebolt be here too," Crouch snapped. Remus could just imagine the fiery daggers Tonks was shooting at Crouch. He left when he heard footsteps. Tonks stepped out, an angry expression to go with her bright, fiery, red hair. She stomped off.

Remus wondered if he should talk to her or wait for her to calm down. "Tonks!" he ran after her.

She turned on him, her wand raised. "What?"

"Whoa! Tonks, it's me," Remus said, eyeing the wand that had sparks flying on the end. He winced as a spark landed on him, burning a hole through his sleeve to his skin. He cursed.

"Sorry, Remus. You caught me at a bad time. I'm a little touchy right now," Tonks lowered the wand.

"A little?" Remus raised an eyebrow.

The witch glared at him. "What did I just say?"

"Sorry, sorry," Remus said.

"Crouch wants to fire Sirius," Tonks sighed.

"I heard," Remus nodded and Tonks looked at him. "I had come looking for you. Bernard told me where you were. When I got there, you and Crouch were fighting. I didn't go in, but stayed and listened."

"Oh."

"I had debated on if I should talk to you or let you calm down. Obviously I should have chosen the second on. It might have saved me a heart attack," Remus smiled.

"Sorry about that. Why were you looking for me?"

"I need you to find all the information you can on a woman named Lexi Lovegood. Also, get the hospital records. I need the records of all the births nineteen years ago," Remus told her.

She stared at him. "All the births nineteen years ago? Have you lost your mind?"

"No, I haven't. I need those records and information on Lexi Lovegood."

"Lovegood? Does this Lexi Lovegood relate to Xenophilius and his daughter, Luna?"

"I don't know. That's why I need the information. I'd ask Sirius or Kingsley, but they're not here," Remus shrugged.

"All right. I'll do it. It'll take a while though," Tonks nodded.

"That's okay. Thanks. I'll talk to you later," Remus smiled and walked off. Tonks waved and went to start on her task.

"What have you found out?" a man asked a younger boy.

"They just left for London and are staying there for a couple days," the boy answered. He was about nineteen years old.

"Very good. The plan will not be done for two weeks. Just watch them. Make sure nothing happens to them. Do not let them see you," the man told him.

"Yes, Father." the nineteen year old nodded then took off. He had to get to London. He had to find the Golden Trio.

"Where are we?" Ron asked as they walked down a street. For being the middle of the day, it was unusually quiet. There was no one outside and only a few cars had been seen.

"Privet Drive," Harry said.

"Why are we here? You hate this place and it's like deserted," Hermione frowned.

"I just want to go into number four for a bit."

"It's not safe anymore though. Remember? You're seventeen. The protection is gone," Hermione replied.

"We're not moving in, Hermione, we're just looking," Harry pushed open the door and he entered number four. As soon as he stepped through the door, all the memories he had tried to forget slammed into him full force. He physically winced as the memories started playing in his head like a movie that had never ended, just had been put on pause.

"Harry, are you sure about this? This place is nothing but horrible memories for you," Hermione looked at her friend, concerned. Harry was staring at the cupboard under the stairs that had been his bedroom for five years of his life.

"I'm sure. I'll be fine. I'm going upstairs for a minute," Harry walked up the staircase, Hermione and Ron staring after him, worried. He entered a bedroom that had been Dudley's. Everything Dudley owned was still there. Everything was still there. Nothing had been taken or moved.

"Harry!" Ron yelled and Harry ran downstairs.

"Sshhh!" he hissed. "What?"

"Someone's here. They just pulled in," Ron said and Harry peeked out the window. There sat a navy blue, two door Intrepid. The door opened and a large person stepped out and walked around to the passenger's side. For a quick moment, Harry thought he was watching his Uncle Vernon, but realized the truth when a pit bull jumped out of the car.

"It's Aunt Marge," Harry whispered. "The Dursleys must have given her the house."

"But it's been over two years since they died," Hermione frowned.

"Do you really expect me to know how Marge's brain works?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Why are we just standing here? She's gonna come in here soon and see us," Ron pointed out.

"He's right. Let's go. There's a back door," Harry nodded and they ran to the back door. As soon as the trio slipped out, Marge entered with her purebred pit bull, Ripper.

"That was close," Ron stated when they slowed to a walk as they walked down Mongolia Crescent.

"Why did we go there, Harry?" Hermione asked. "That place does nothing but torture you. Whenever you just think about your life there, it physically tortures you. Don't you think you have enough to deal with? I think you're gone through too much torture to relive all that."

"I know. I just-it felt like I had to go there one last time," Harry shrugged.

"Thanks to that feeling, we were almost caught by that woman and her dog, who, by the way, looked vicious," Ron replied.

"He is. She owns twelve, but that one's the worst," Harry nodded.

"Can we go to the right part of London now?" Hermione stopped walking and crossed her arms.

"Okay. Let's go," Harry answered.

"No detours this time. Straight to Grimmauld Place," Hermione warned.

"Okay, okay. No detours. Number twelve," Harry smiled and Aisapparated with his friends. When they opened their eyes, they saw buildings eleven and thirteen, but no twelve.

Number twelve, Grimmauld Place; the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Harry thought. Suddenly a building began pushing its way between buildings eleven and thirteen. The residents of the buildings didn't notice anything, though it was loud and their homes were shaking violently. Finally everything stopped and number twelve, Grimmauld Place existed in front of them.

"Come on. Make sure no one's around," Harry walked through the small iron gate and up the path. He opened the door slowly and let Ron and Hermione go in before him. He quickly glanced up and down the street and was glad to see it was deserted. He slipped into the house and locked the door behind him.

"Harry, where are you?" he heard Hermione say. For being the middle of the day, the house was pitch black. They couldn't see a thing.

"Lumos," Harry said and the tip of his wand lit. "Ron, light your wand, mate."

"Lumos," another wand ignited and they could now see better.

"Why is it so dark?" Hermione wondered.

"Because all the lights are off and all the drapes on the windows are closed. We need to get the lights on," Harry responded. He tried flipping a light switch. Nothing happened. "The lights aren't working."

"How do we get the lights on if they're not working?" Ron asked.

"We need to find out why they're off in the first place," Harry said.

"Maybe the breaker was blown," Hermione suggested.

"Maybe. We need to find the break box. It might be in the basement. Hermione, stay here. Ron, come with me."

"Why me?" Ron whined.

"Because you have the other light. Come on," Harry grabbed his arm and lead him down to the basement. Hermione sat at the kitchen table in the dark.

"I think I just saw a spider. Can I pleeeease go back to Hermione?" Ron pleaded to Harry who was still looking for the break box.

"You'll help find and destroy Horcruxes and hunt down an evil dark wizard, but a tiny spider scares you? Do you have any idea how sad that sounds?" Harry raised an eyebrow at his best friend.

"I don't care. Can you hurry up and find the damn box already. This basement creeps me out," Ron shuddered.

"Again. You'll hunt Horcruxes and Voldemort, but you want to run screaming from a spider and a basement. Seriously sad, Ron," Harry shook his head.

"Shut up, Harry."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Found it," he walked to one of the walls and opened a grey-ish box. He found a switch labelled 'power' and saw it was off. He switched it on and they could hear the power returning to the house. "Happy? Let's go." Harry lead the way back upstairs and to the kitchen where Hermione had turned on the light. "All systems go."

"Now what?" Hermione asked.

"We look for the locket. Be careful though. The stuff in this place is dangerous," Harry warned.

"Great," Ron groaned. They split up after putting their bags in the living room. Ron went to the attic, Hermione took the second floor, and Harry headed straight to the tapestry room.

"Remus!" Tonks called when she entered his department.

"What is it?"

"I don't have the hospital records yet but I do have that information on Lexi Lovegood. It'll all in here. Everything from her name to her shoe size," Tonks handed him a rather thick folder.

"Thanks, Tonks. Keep hunting for those records," Remus smiled, taking the file.

"No problem," Tonks turned to leave.

"When is Sirius coming back?"

"Dunno. He and Kingsley have been gone just over forty minutes," Tonks shrugged and left.

"Of course. He chooses now to be slow at what he does," Remus sighed and went to his office. He shut the door and sat down. He glanced at the clock on his desk. Three-twenty.

At least I'm in no hurry to get anywhere, he sighed and opened the file. The first page was general information.

First Name: Lexi
Middle Name: Leanne
Surname: Murray
Date of Birth: January 6, 1960
Mother: Lainie Sarah Murray nee Sandtone
Father: Scott Brad Murray
Job/Career: Unemployed
Siblings: One sister; two brothers
Older Sister: Samantha Eve Murray
Older Brother: Joey Chris Murray
Younger Brother: Mike Brett Murray
Hometown: Oxford, London, UK
Date of Death: May 21, 1990
Married Name: Lovegood
Wedding Date: July 17, 1980
Married To: Xenophilius Lovegood (middle name unknown)

The following information was on Xenophilius Lovegood.

First Name: Xenophilius
Middle Name: Unknown
Surname: Lovegood
Date of Birth: October 9, 1957
Mother: Josephina Carmen Lovegood nee Marchinoco
Father: Marcus Demetri Lovegood
Job/Career: Ex-Auror; retired Healer; current editor-in-chief of The Quibbler
Siblings: One sister
Older Sister: Lyra Lauren Lovegood
Hometown: Bradford, London, UK
Married Name: Lovegood
Wedding Date: July 17, 1980
Married To: Lexi Leanne Murray

"Lexi must not have married Greyback. An affair, maybe," Remus muttered. He flipped through about seven pages before the word 'child' caught his eye. He began reading.

It wasn't until Lexi and Xenophilius Lovegood had been married for eight years that they finally had their first child. They bore a beautiful daughter, whom they name Luna. Lexi unfortunately died when her daughter was only two years old.

"Damn it. They haven't mentioned a son," he flipped through a few more pages. "Hold on."

It was recorded that Lexi Lovegood gave birth to a child on April 15, the year is unknown. She gave birth to a baby boy, but the father was not her husband, Xenophilius Lovegood. After one year, the boy disappeared. Lexi swore her son was all right and with the father.

"How can they know the date he was born but not the year? I really need those hospital files," he sighed.

"Remus?" Seth knocked on the door.

"Yeah?"

"Tonks is looking for you. Something about Sirius and Kingsley."

"Thanks. Where is she?"

"Just outside the department."

"Thanks. I'll be back soon," Remus left his office and went to Tonks. She was right outside the department. "What's up, Tonks?"

"Sirius and Kingsley are back. Crouch just called us all to his office. I thought you'd want to know," Tonks told him.

"Thanks. This isn't going to go well. Crouch will use any excuse to get rid of Sirius."

"And he's clearly using Harry this round."

Remus sighed. "I'm coming with you."

"What? He'll see you."

"No, he won't. I need to hear what happens. Crouch won't see me." Remus shook his head.

"Are you sure?" Tonks confirmed.

"He's trying to fire my best friend and using my nephew to do so. I need to hear this," Remus nodded.

"Okay. Come on. Sirius and Kingsley are probably already there," Tonks lead the way to Barty Crouch's office. Finally they arrived. "All right. See you soon," she entered the office with a worried expression.

"Good luck," Remus stood beside the door and listened to the conversation happening inside.

"Nothing in the attic!" Ron called, an hour and a half later. It was already five and the trio hadn't found anything.

"Help Hermione on the second floor or check the basement!" Harry shouted back. He had spent the entire time trying to get into the room across from the tapestry room. It had never opened when he lived there, but now he had to open it.

"Why don't I help you? You haven't looked in any rooms. You've spent the last hour and a half trying to get into this one room," Ron appeared beside Harry.

"Fine. Knock yourself out."

"Why are you so into getting in there?"

"Because I think this was Regulus' room. If the locket's here, I think it'll be in here."

"Do you want help?"

"I think I'll have to call Sirius or Remus to find out how to open this door," Harry sighed.

"But then they'll know we're here and come after us," Hermione had walked downstairs and joined them.

"We have to get in there. The locket could be in there," Harry said. "I have to ask one of them."

"He's right, Hermione. We have to make sure the locket's not in there," Ron told her.

"Maybe I can even convince them not to come after us," Harry added.

"You can try," Hermione nodded. "That's not something you can easily convince them of."

"I know. I'll give it a shot though," Harry sighed. He took out his Communicator and went to the kitchen. He placed it on the table and they all sat down.

"Name please."

"Sirius Black."

"Crouch, you can't do this. It's not up to you," Tonks growled.

"It is not up to you either, Nymphadora. You have no say if Black is fired or not," Crouch replied.

"Neither do you," Kingsley said.

"Sit down, Shacklebolt," Crouch ordered. Kingsley stayed standing.

"Crouch, you can't fire me just because you hate me," Sirius stated.

"My reason is that ever since your excuse of a kid got kidnapped three years ago, you have been seen as unfit to qualify as Head Auror."

"I warned you to watch what you say about Harry, Crouch. Insulting him in front of the three of us, Sirius especially, is one of the stupidest things you could do," Tonks threatened.

"The brat is a distraction."

"I'm warning you to stop, Crouch," Kingsley said.

"Incoming call from Harry James Potter. Accept or decline call?" a holographic voice said.

"Bad timing, kiddo," Sirius muttered. He, Kingsley, and Tonks looked at Crouch who smirked.

A/N: All right, before you say anything, don't question the very Muggle electric stuff at Grimmauld Place. :P I know, being in the Black house, it would never be like that but, oh well. :P So, hope you liked it. Again, I'm feeling quite sad, literally. Send me some reviews. I want to be happy. :]