A/N: Hey. So, hope you like this chapter. I decided to post 2 chapters right now while I'm here. :P Don't forget to review. :]

"Seth, where's Remus?" Kingsley asked quickly.

"Office," Kingsley took off. "I think he's busy or sleeping though!" Seth called after him.

Kingsley ran to Remus' office and tried to open the door, only to find it was locked. He knocked loudly and repeatedly. "Remus! Remus, open the door! Remus! Remus!" he yelled, still knocking.

The door opened and it revealed a very distraught Remus. "What? I was sleeping, something I haven't done in hours."

"It's Sirius. He's been attacked."

"What? When?" Remus asked, worried.

"About fifteen minutes ago. He went to investigate a sighting of Malfoy and never came back, so we went looking. We found him unconscious near the sighting," Kingsley told him.

"Where is he?"

"We brought him to your house."

"How bad?"

"Not bad at all. Just stunning."

"Come on," Remus locked his office again and walked through the Ministry with Kingsley. They went outside and Disapparated.

"Tonks and Sanders are with him right now," Kingsley said as they entered the house and Remus ran up the stairs.

"Sirius?" Remus burst into the room. Sirius was lying on his bed, awake and talking with Tonks. Sanders was getting a glass of water.

"Hey, Moony," Sirius smiled.

"Thank God you're all right."

"Of course I am. You can't get rid of me just yet," Sirius grinned.

"What happened, boss?" Kingsley wondered.

"Fought Malfoy. He beat me to the chase," Sirius replied. Remus frowned slightly. There was something about Sirius' tone that said there was more to the story.

"Did you find out why he was there?" Sanders asked.

"No, I didn't," Sirius shook his head, irritated.

"As much as we'd love to stay, we have to get back to work. See you later, Sirius," Tonks replied.

"She's right. We have to go. See you at the Ministry. Come on, Sanders," Kingsley sighed and they walked downstairs and outside.

"So what's the full story?" Remus sat in a chair beside the bed, in which Tonks had been sitting. Sirius sighed deeply and stared into his best friend's eyes.

"This place is amazing," Ron said as he and his friends walked towards Godric's Hollow.

"It's like nothing had ever happened," Hermione breathed. They were in front of the house now. Hermione and Ron were admiring the house. Harry was facing the opposite way, looking towards the ground. "Harry?" Hermione frowned and she and Ron turned their gaze to what Harry was staring at.

"Guess this is still Potter residence," Harry muttered. He was staring at two slabs of stone in the ground, engraved with words.

James Potter
1960-1981
An amazing father. A loving husband. A best friend.
He will be missed dearly by everyone.
Prongs.

Lily Potter
1960-1981
A loving mother. A wonderful wife. A brilliant friend.
Everyone will miss her so very much.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered.

"They've been here my whole life. Remus and Sirius never said anything. Not a thing," Harry spoke, still gazing at the graves.

"You know it's hard for them to think about their deaths, Harry," Ron said.

"That shouldn't matter! I deserve to know! They're my parents!" Harry shouted.

"Harry, it was probably to protect you. They might have been waiting for the right time," Hermione replied softly.

"The right time? It's been twelve years!" Harry yelled angrily.

"What was that?" Ron stared into the forest.

"What?"

"Something moved and cracked in the forest. We're being watched," Ron responded.

"It was probably a wolf or a centaur or something. Come on. Let's go in the house," Harry replied and lead the way through the front door. The trio stopped in the door. Everything was covered in white sheets.

"Weird," Ron said, looking around, Hermione ran a finger along a wooden counter in the kitchen that was to their left.

"Wanna hear something even weirder? There's no dust," Hermione told the boys.

"So?"

"So, this place should be loaded in dust. No one's lived here for years."

"Maybe someone just takes care of the house," Ron shrugged.

"Maybe, but I still think it's weird," Hermione frowned.

"Come on. We have to find that locket," Harry said. They stayed on the first floor, splitting up to search. Harry looked in the living room while his friends took other rooms.

"This is going to take forever. This place is too big. We're looking for a locket in a palace. That's like looking for a needle in a haystack," Hermione stated, walking into the living room with Ron.

Harry had pulled off the white sheet on the sofa. That's when he spotted the envelope. "What's this? It says 'whoever'," Harry glanced at his friends who went to his sides. Harry began opening the envelope. He got it open and pulled out the letter.

Someone, anyone,
If whoever you are is reading this, that means you're the chosen one and are in need of Salazar Slytherin's locket. It's here, but where, I cannot say in case this falls into the wrong hands. It's in a chest, in a box, in a secret room. I can say no more. Good luck, whoever you are. Please defeat the Dark Lord. This is not the world I wanted. Destroy his soul. Make him mortal. Save the world from what it will become. Please. Good luck.
R.A.B.

"Another clue from Regulus," Harry finished reading.

"He's really helping us. I don't understand something though," Ron said.

"What?"

"If Regulus was a Death Eater and worshipped Voldemort, why was he killed and why does he want Voldemort dead? It doesn't make sense," Ron stated.

"I think it has to do with the locket. Regulus obviously stole it," Harry thought aloud.

"But why? He followed Voldemort," Hermione frowned.

"Because of Sirius. As much as Regulus loved the Dark Side, he didn't want to ruin their relationship."

"Where does the locket fit in?" Hermione said.

"Obviously all the Death Eaters know where the Horcruxes are. When Regulus realized the world Voldemort was trying to create, he wanted to stop it. He stole the locket so he could destroy it. Except Voldemort discovered Regulus' plan and had him murdered, but not before Regulus hid the Horcrux and clues. When he found out he was being hunted, he made the clues and hid them, then hid the locket," Harry told.

"Why exactly did he want Voldemort destroyed though?" Ron wondered.

"Because of the world Voldemort was slowly creating. Sure he was all for the Dark Side, but he didn't want a dark world. He also didn't want Remus, Sirius, and my parents to die."

"How could Regulus have known Voldemort was going to kill your parents? Didn't he die before them?" Hermione furrowed her eyebrows.

"Sure he did. By two or three weeks at least. He was supposed to help with the attack. As much as he like the Dark Side, he could never kill us. Not his brother's best friends. Not his brother's godson. He loved his brother. When he learned he was going to die, he wanted to spend one last day with Sirius. He did, then ran off that night so Sirius wouldn't be in danger. Regulus was killed."

"This is crazy. Regulus didn't know what side he really wanted to be on, did he?" Ron shook his head.

"Not completely, no. He loved the side of Voldemort but he loved Sirius and didn't want to hurt him. When he discovered when Voldemort was trying to create, he wanted to stop it, especially before Voldemort killed Sirius and Remus. He knew the only way to stop anything was to destroy the Horcruxes and make Voldemort mortal again. He tried to start, but Voldemort caught up to him to fast."

"That's why Sirius was so broken up over Regulus' death," Hermione sighed.

"That's why he really didn't want us to do this. His brother died doing exactly what we're doing," Ron added. "You have a really interesting family history."

"Never a dull moment," Harry laughed. "Come on. We have to find that locket."

"How? It's in a secret room somewhere in this house which, I might add, is huge," Ron said.

"Look everywhere," Hermione shrugged.

"Question. Are we in a rush?" Ron asked.

"Kind of, yes," Harry nodded.

"Just wondering, 'cause this is gonna take forever," Hermione slapped Ron upside the head. She stared at him, shaking her head.

"You made a deal with a Death Eater that involved Harry? Are you insane?" Remus stared at Sirius.

"We would have fought no matter what."

"What does that matter? You still took a deal involving our nephew."

"I don't think that's the problem. The problem is that Death Eaters, Malfoy in particular, are going after Harry, Ron, and Hermione," Sirius replied.

"They're after them anyways. They're after the Horcruxes," Remus sighed.

"So what do we do?"

"I don't think there's anything we can do, as much as we want to," Remus shrugged his shoulders. "We should get back to work."

"Yeah, we should. How's the Greyback case going?" Sirius asked as they walked outside.

"Good. We might have some family history."

"Like what? Parents?"

"No, I think he has a son," Remus replied and Sirius gaped at his friend.

"A son? Are you kidding?"

"Nope. Nineteen years old. The mother Lexi Lovegood," Remus answered.

"Lovegood? As in Xenophilius and Luna?" Sirius' eyes were wide. They had arrived at the Apparation point but were too busy talking to notice.

"Yes. Lexi Lovegood is Luna Lovegood's mother. She died when Luna was two."

"There was never a record of the Lovegood's having a son."

"Yet. Tonks got me the records on all the births nineteen years ago. I was at J when Kingsley told me about you. So far, nothing," Remus said.

"Let's hope there's something."

"Tell me about it," Remus sighed and they finally disappeared.

"But, Father. You said it was going to happen tonight while they're at Godric's Hollow," a teen boy groaned.

"Enough, son. Not yet. We must wait a week or two. They will not have destroyed the locket by then," the boy's father told him.

"Do you still want me to follow them?"

"Yes. Be sure you are not seen by them."

"I know, Father. It's obvious I can't be seen. You don't have to tell me every time. I'm nineteen," the teenager said and his father made a low growling noise in the back of his throat.

"Get back to work," the father ordered.

Oops. I may have just pissed him off, the teen though as he ran off.

"Harry, this is impossible. We've pretty much searched this entire place and we haven't found a secret room," Ron groaned, waking out of a room on the second floor.

"We can't give up. It's obviously here," Harry said. He joined Ron in the hall. "Where's Hermione?"

"I think she's in the attic or basement," Ron replied.

"Come on," Harry lead the way up a set of stairs and to the attic. "Hermione?" he called as he and Ron walked through the attic door.

"Over here," she told the boys. They walked towards the sound of her voice and found her kneeling in a far corner.

"Umm, Hermione?" Ron frowned at her. "What are you doing?"

"There's something here, but I don't know where, what, or how to reveal it," she replied, standing up.

"You realize everything you just said doesn't help us at all, right?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Don't be a jerk, Harry. Last I checked, neither of you had found anything," Hermione glared at him. He put his hands up in defence.

"Anyways," Ron cut into the argument before it could progress further. "If you two could handle not tearing at each other's throats for a moment, we still have a secret room to discover," he said and they stared at him. Normally, Harry was telling Hermione and Ron to stop fighting.

"Umm…right," Harry shook his head. "So what do you think is up here, 'Mione?"

"I dunno," Hermione shrugged.

"Maybe another clue from Regulus," Ron suggested.

"Could be. Help me look around," Hermione nodded.

"Okay," the trio split up again and began searching for anything that might help them. Not actually knowing what they were looking for, they were searching through boxes, pushing on the walls, looking in books, and even pushing on the floor.

"This would be working better if we had an idea what we were looking for," Ron stated through the silence.

"Thank you, Mr. Obvious," Hermione said sarcastically. Harry rolled his eyes as he continued sifting through a box.

"Sorry for breathing," Ron turned his back on his girlfriend, pushing against the wall.

Another ten minutes of dead silence passed before Harry spoke. "I think I found something."

"What is it?" Hermione asked as she and Ron joined him in the corner.

"Look. There's space around this spot. There's light coming through as well," Harry pointed to the floor. There was definitely more space than normal around a large square area. Light was seeping up through the oversized cracks.

"It looks like it can open," Ron replied.

"But how? There's no handle and the cracks aren't big enough for us to get our fingers in," Hermione frowned. Harry ran his fingers over the wood. He paused when the wood elevated a tiny bit by an edge. He put his fingers under the elevated spot to find he could fit his fingers in it.

"Found the handle," Harry said. He pulled and opened the trapdoor.

"This is freaky," Ron stated.

"Don't come down until I tell you to," Harry told them. They nodded as he dropped down through the trapdoor. He frowned. Where had the light been coming from? It was pitch black. "Lumos," he gazed around. It was a single strip of space. Boxes were everywhere, making it very difficult to move.

"Harry?" Hermione called down to him.

"Come on down, guys," Harry awkwardly moved through the boxes so his friends could drop down. Hermione appeared and Ron soon after.

"We definitely found the secret room," Ron said, glancing around.

"I wonder if my parents or uncles knew about this?" Harry wondered aloud.

"You'll have to remember to ask when this is all over," Hermione answered. Harry smiled at his friends through the darkness. That was one reason why he was so happy they were with him. They never said 'if', they always said 'when'. They never said how they might not live or end the war. They always said things like 'when they got home' and 'when this is all over'.

"Harry? You okay, mate?" Ron pulled Harry back to earth.

"I'm fine. Just thinking. What did you say?"

"I said we have to find the box that holds the chest that holds the locket," Ron repeated. Hermione had already started digging through the boxes and their contents.

"Better get started. There's at least seventy boxes here," Harry grabbed a box and opened it. It was filled with Styrofoam balls and newspaper shreddings.

"Bet there's way more than seventy. Has to be at least a hundred," Ron also grabbed a box.

"That doesn't make things better, mate," Harry sighed. Ron shrugged.

They fell silent as they searched the boxes. They barely glanced at each other, too immersed in the search, so they didn't really notice what they were doing. Almost as soon as her watch hit seven-fifty, Hermione looked up. They had been looking for over a half hour. She looked around. Harry was sitting on the floor, leaning on a stack of boxes, and slowly looking at the contents of the box beside him. Ron, while still looking and sitting on the floor opposite Harry, was fighting to stay awake. His head kept falling forwards and to the sides.

"We've searched at least thirty boxes and we haven't found any damn chest. It's seven-fifty and we're exhausted, but we can't sleep because it's dangerous here," Harry threw papers aside angrily.

"So what do we do?" Hermione asked.

"We have to sleep. All of us," Ron stated.

"Maybe shifts," Hermione said. "One person can sleep while the other two look. We can switch every half hour or hour."

"I'd say half hour. I know it's not much, but we don't have much time," Harry replied. "So we'll do shifts. Ron, you sleep first, mate."

"Okay. See you in thirty minutes," Ron climbed out of the secret room and went into the first bedroom he arrived at. Luckily enough, there was a bed. He laid down and quickly fell asleep.

Back in the room, Harry and Hermione had moved onto another set of boxes. "Harry, what if the locket's not here anymore?" Hermione wondered, pausing her search for a bit.

"It's here. It has to be."

"But what if it's not? What if someone else has already found it?"

"No one found it. It's here," Harry answered. Hermione sighed and went back to her box. Harry looked around at all the boxes. Was the locket still there?

Seven boxes later, Hermione spoke. "Harry, it's been half an hour."

"Go get Ron. You can sleep next."

"Harry, you have to sleep too. Not even you can function this long without sleeping. You're only seventeen and only human," Hermione stated, struggling to stand up.

"I know and I will. I want you two to sleep first. I'm not that tired actually," Harry nodded.

"Okay. See you in a bit," Hermione lifted herself through the door and went to find Ron. While she was gone, Harry moved onto another box. He found that, instead of newspaper and Styrofoam inside like many others had, there were a few disks in cases. Harry picked up a few and saw they were DVDs. They were written on.

Moony & Padfoot's Big Fight (Idiots)
Becoming Animagi
Moony's A Werewolf
Prongs Saved the Git, Snape
Padfoot, Would You Be Godfather?
Michelle's Dead
The Engagement (Padfoot & Summer. Not Prongs & Lily)
Amanda Incidents
Summer Leaves
Halloween - 1981

"Whoa, I definitely have to bring these home," Harry took out the ten disks and put them on the floor beside him. He was just opening another box when Ron dropped down, yawning.

"Hey, mate," Ron sat across from Harry again and grabbed a box.

"Sleep well?"

"Pretty good. I'm guessing nothing's been found?"

"Nope. I found some DVDs though. They're videos of some events that happened when my parents and uncles were younger," Harry told him.

"Cool. I wanna watch them with you," Ron smiled.

Harry laughed. "Better bring Hermione too. I can't wait to go home."

"Same. We've only been gone a couple days," Ron nodded. Just then, Hermione's scream echoed through the house.

"Hermione!" the boys cried and climbed out of the secret room. They ran down the stairs and into the bedroom being used.

"HELP!" Hermione screamed again. Harry and Ron burst into the room and gasped. Hermione was in a corner and a large anaconda snake was towering over her, hissing and tongue flicking in and out.

"Nagini," Harry breathed. The snake turned its eyes on Harry and Ron.

A/N: Couple things. 1. Reminder: Whenever I say Godric's Hollow, I'm talking about the Potter house. 2. Nothing will be happening with those DVDs later on. That was just some small thing that I threw in this chapter to make it longer.

Hope you liked it. Don't forget to review. :]