It was a beautiful afternoon, when the tea cup the Earl was sipping from broke inexplicably, sending the brown liquid all over his clothes.
"Oh my!" He exclaimed in an insanely happy manner that fit him well. "That was unexpected!" He giggled.
"Yeah. I wonder why it did that?" Rhode questioned as she looked at her own cup suspiciously, silently threatening to burn it should it spill a single drop of tea on her cute dress.
"Perhaps an exorcist wished it upon me?" The man asked teasingly as he tilted his head to the side.
(This was true, surprisingly. At that moment there where two exorcists cackling madly over their victory of the Innocence and wishing the Earl's tea cup would break. For all their dislikes of one another, Allen and Cross shared the same thought patterns regarding the Earl).
"How silly!" Rhode giggled. "Is Snake Man still steamed about what happened?" She asked, even though she really didn't care about the answer. It was a way to keep conversation.
The moment they arrived back at the decaying old mansion after the failed attack, Voldmeort had thrown a truly marvelous temper tantrum. Glass was broken, furniture was smashed, and books were burned before he turned on them and began screaming at the top of his lungs at how useless they and their machines were. Toddlers and angry teenagers around the world would have been proud.
"I don't know." The Earl shrugged. "I tried to offer him some tea and crumpets and all he did was use his wand to cast some sort of green light at me." The portly man then took on an even more amused tone. "His face was so funny after the light hit me! I think he expected me to drop dead!"
"Really?"
"Yes. He even muttered, 'Oh not this shit again', which I found quite strange; he doesn't seem the type to use such crude language." The Earl ended in a curious manner.
At that moment, Tyki walked in and slumped down on an empty chair, not caring one bit that he looked like he had fought a tornado and came out on the losing end.
"Why do you hate me?" Tyki moaned tiredly to the Count. "What did I do to upset you so damn much that you give me these horrible missions?"
"Why, whatever do you mean Tyki-pon?" The Earl asked, still grinning.
"First the mission to China, which, by the way, I still don't get-"
"Oh! Speaking of China, I heard a whole bunch of baby pandas were found dead!" Rhode cried out, cutting off the stressed Noah, who gave her a look of pure hate. "They said they found about a thousand just lying all over the forest! How sad." She sniffed, ever the lover of cute and terrible things. "I think it happened around the time you went Tyki. Do you know what happened?" She asked, gold eyes big.
"Perhaps it was a disease. There are so many these days." He consoled her, hoping she didn't notice that he was avoiding her gaze.
"But their hearts were ripped out!" She wailed.
"I'm sure the news exaggerated the damage. In any case it was probably poachers."
"But then why would they leave the bodies-"
"It. Was. Poachers." Tyki told her firmly before looking back at the Earl. "As I was saying, first the China mission and now this? What, exactly, did I do to deserve this?"
"I'm afraid I don't follow you Tyki-pon. Elaborate, please."
"Why am I the only looking for the Innocence in that wretched forest?" The Noah of Pleasure gritted out, his anger slowly over taking his fatigue as his hand began to bend a fork that he had absentmindedly picked up.
"Because your abilities are best suited for it. You can bypass all those pesky trees that the rest of us can't." Their leader explained. "Not that it matters anymore. The Innocence is gone."
"What?" Both Noah's exclaimed at once.
"Yes, yes." The Earl nodded casually; as if it was to be expected.
"When?" Tyki spluttered. "Because I was out all night looking and I didn't see heads or tails of it! I ran into vampires, chupacabras, trolls, one very old, very interested hag-"
"My, Tyki-pon had quite the adventure didn't he?" The Earl commented to Rhode, who nodded mutely as they watched their fellow family member continues to count off on his fingers the horrible things he had to endure.
"–and I stepped in poop! I don't know whose, but it smelled worse than a dead cat and it wasn't a small amount, let me tell you! By the devil, I just about puked right then and there–"
"Tyki-pon." The Earl tried to get his attention.
"–good grief, the fairies!" Tyki shudder thinking over the memory. "All up in my hair giggling and chatting to themselves how lovely it was and if they could have 'just a small bit please'–"
"Tyki-pon." He tried again.
"Bah! Lies! They practically tried to rip out my beautiful hair! Do you know what am I without my hair? Do you?" He asked them, agitated and distraught over the mere thought.
"Um–" Rhode tried to get a word in but the older man wouldn't let her.
"I'm ugly." He stressed. "How on earth am I supposed to get into Allen's pants without my hair? So I ran and I ran from those dastardly fairies-"
"Tyki-pon shouldn't be thinking about how to get into a young boy's pants." The Earl chided.
"–accidentally killed a unicorn in my haste–"
"You WHAT?" Rhode screeched in rage and, still, he ignored her.
"All this, I have endured for you, have suffered you, and you tell me it wasn't even there?" Tyki glared at the Earl, hyperventilating slightly after recounting his night.
"Hmm, no. It was there until about 10 minutes ago." The other responded, tapping his chin with his finger in a thoughtful manner.
"And you know this how?" Because Tyki really wanted to know.
"My teacup broke." The Earl chuckled good naturedly.
"What?" Tyki deadpanned.
"Yes. It happens every time an exorcist pulls one over on us. A whole teapot shattered on me when Marian Cross helped the 14th."
"That doesn't make sense though." Tyki muttered, deeply disturbed over the matter. "I spent all night trying to find it! How did they–" He cut himself off as a thought came to him. Silently, he sat there, until a slow, lazy smile appeared on his face and his gold eyes glittered in the sun.
"Ah. They cheated." He purred out. "That explains it."
"And how did you come to that conclusion unicorn killer?" Rhode asked, still angry about the unicorn.
"They have Allen. They can't not cheat with him on their side. It'd be sacrilegious. That changes everything. Suddenly, it's all so . . . sexay." He ended licking his lips of some imaginary flavor only he could taste.
"Wow. You are a pedophile." Rhode commented, looking like she had just realized this for the first time. "I always thought it was just a joke."
"I most certainly am not a pedophile." Tyki replied, aghast that he had been accused of such a horrid thing. "The boy's fifteen, not five."
"And your what? 35?" She teased.
"27!" He snapped. "Why are you attacking me so viciously? There are teenage girls being wed to men in their 50's and no one accuses them of pedophilia." He complained. "In any case, my sexual preferences aren't your concern. Back to the matter at hand, what are we going to do about the Innocence?" The Noah of Pleasure asked, directing the question to the Duke.
"Nothing."
"Nothing? But we – I – spent so much time looking for it! Surely it's important, possibly even the Heart." Tyki argued.
"Doubtful Tyki-pon, very doubtful. I already have a suspicion of where the Heart is– and who is in possession of it – but it was not this Innocence." The Earl explained, remembering the Chinese exorcist that he had encountered before they entered the Ark. Her Innocence had a peculiar feel about it.
"So we should just let them have it?" Tyki sputtered, all set to go to find the exorcists and get the Innocence.
"Why not? They need all the help they can get." The Earl shrugged. "We only came because it was an interesting adventure, right Rhode?"
"Yup!" She giggled as he ruffled her hair affectionately.
"But it's become stale don't you think? So off to home we go!"
"Yay!" Rhode cheered, hugging him tightly. "I was getting so bored here! Once we get back, I want all the candy you promised me!" She childishly pouted.
"Of course."
"Is it ok to just leave?" Tyki asked as he lit up a smoke. "You made an alliance. . ." He trailed off letting out a puff of smoke.
"Neh, neh, didn't you hear what that slimy snake man yelled at us? We're useless, he doesn't need us anymore. Therefore, technically speaking, we don't have to stay. After all, who wants a useless ally? Best to leave now, don't you think?" Rhode said with a sly smile.
"Eh, I guess." Tyki shrugged. "Not like it really matters to me."
"Great! Let's leave right now!" The Noah of Dreams joyfully said as she began to insistently tug on the Earl's sleeve. "C'mon! I miss all my cute dresses."
"Ok." The Count replied with a small laugh as he stood from his chair.
Tyki watched as they both skipped like children back into the mansion.
"Well," He consoled himself as he stood, "At least I was able to see Allen so it wasn't a complete waste." At a much more sedate pace than his two colleagues he began in the same direction knowing they wouldn't leave him behind.
"Oh, that's right." He said aloud as he stopped at the door, his face wearing an expression that implied he just remembered something. Without warning, his hand shot into a nearby bush. There was a moment of furious hissing before it became abruptly silent as Tyki ripped out Nagini's brain.
"I dislike reptiles." He told the dead snake that had been innocently sunbathing with a charming smile as he tossed the brain over his shoulder.
"Better, so much better." He muttered to himself, unknowingly helping out the opposing side. As he continued walking, his mind drifted back to Allen, as it was wont to do, and he let loose one last perverted smile.
"Mmm, wait for me darling." He hummed before slipping through the heart shape door that Rhode had so kindly left open for him, that vanished as soon as he stepped through.
In the vast corridors' of Hogwarts, Allen felt an unholy shudder go through him before he sneezed.
"Well, that was weird." He sniffed whipping his nose slightly. "I swear Ravi, if you're thinking up perverted thoughts about me. . ." He let the threat hang ominously in the air.
Somewhere else in the castle, a red headed bunny shuddered.
Deciding the shrug the incident off, Allen continued on his way to the Gryffindor Tower when he heard his stomach roar.
"Ah, I suppose it is that time." He said lightly as some internal part of him instinctively knew there was still an hour for lunch. Without further ado, he headed to the Great Hall to quench his hunger. Slipping silently into the hall, he paused at the dilemma presented to him.
On one hand, he could go sit down at the Gryffindor table by Ron and Harry. He'd just pretend nothing had happened; except neither Harry nor Ron looked very happy. Both held letters in their tightly clenched hands that matched their grim faces.
Turning his head, Allen looked at his other choice. Seeing Draco's gray eyes look back at him, urging him to go to the Gryffindor table, he glanced once more upon the table that was still down in the dumps about their points and made his choice.
He'd just have to deal with Draco staring into the back of his head, he decided as he swiftly sat down next to a few Slytherins that shifted to make room for him.
Meanwhile, across the room, Ron and Harry were reading the letters that had come in about 10 minutes ago. It had taken them 5 to actually work up the guts to break the seals, but on the brightside, neither of them had recieved a howler.
"At least she didn't send you a howler." Harry tried to console Ron, who had become so pale; he almost blended in with the ghosts. "Surely, it can't be that bad?" Harry questioned.
"It's worse." Ron whispered out, pausing for dramatic effect and then slumping down low in his seat.
"It's from my dad." Harry barely heard his best friend say and winced in sympathy. Arthur Weasley, while a kind and loving father, was not a person you wanted to anger. All his children knew this and preferred their mum to dole out the punishments. Not because Arthur's reprimands were worse, but because he was able to show them how disappointed he was with them. It hurt much more than any angry screams their mum let loose. "He says he's writing because mum is so upset, she can't put pen to paper without tearing up and burning it. They're not coming down to get me, but he says he already owled Dumbledore a letter saying that if I so much look at a teacher wrong to pull me out and pack my bags. They're still deciding on what to do with me when summer comes." Ron ended so miserable and quiet that only Harry could hear him. "You?" The red head asked.
Harry hesitated. Compared to that, his sentence seemed like a slap on the wrist. Then again, he had never lived with Sirius before. The older man probably didn't want to alienate Harry by being too harsh.
"He says he disappointed, but can't really say much because he did stuff like that all the time when he was my age." Harry explained.
"At least one of us got off easy." Ron sighed.
"Not really." Harry admitted. "He wrote that just because he understands doesn't mean what I did wasn't dangerous. I'll be cleaning the house all summer, grounded to my room, and no friends whatsoever." Harry ended softly, secretly wondering if Remus hadn't been there when Sirius received the letter. Many of these punishments sounded like something he'd recommend.
"I see you both got your letters." A familiar voice said and both boys turned to see a slightly disheveled Hermione holding her own crumpled letter. Silently, they both moved so she could sit. After taking a moment to fill her in, she spoke up.
"I also received my parents' response. The owl kept pecking at my window. It woke me up." She explained which also helped them understand why she looked rumpled.
"Lay it on us Hermione. How bad is it?" Ron asked and regretted it the moment tears filled her eyes.
"It's really not much different from Harry's." The girl said in a shaky voice. "I'm grounded to my room, no friends, I have to clean the house top to bottom, and they took away all my books, save my school ones." She tried to stay strong but in the end she had to wipe away a tear that escaped. "It's really not that bad." She tried to convince them. "Anyway, let's not talk about this anymore. I think we've had a miserable enough day as it is." The two boys agreed and they spent the next half an hour talking about idle things as they half-heartedly picked at their food. They didn't notice their housemates casting weird looks and whispering to each other until they heard someone clear their throat.
"Hey." The unmistakable voice of Draco Malofy was heard as they turned around. There he was in his pale glory, not looking the least bit uncomfortable at being a lone Slytherin in Gryffindor territory.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked tiredly, praying against all odds that the blonde hadn't come over to start a fight.
"What I want," Malfoy started slowly in a cool tone, "Is for you to fix it."
"What?" Ron asked, confused as the other two at the statement. The Slytherin sighed in annoyance and all three couldn't help but feel that he secretly thought they were extremely stupid.
"Do you see that?" He asked them in a slightly hostile voice as he jabbed a finger at his table. Their eyes followed and they saw Allen devouring all the food in sight. "Do you see what I see?" He asked them.
"Allen eating, like he normally does?" Ron questioned cautiously.
"Good so far." Draco applauded as is talking to a small child. "Now, do you see the problem?"
"Just stop it Draco and tell was you want." Surprisingly, it had been Hermione who snapped at him. He shocked them in return by answering her in a civil tone.
"The problem is he's not over here. The problem is that he came to us this morning, nervous, and actually asked if he could sit there; as if he thought we'd reject him. Oh! Screw this formality stuff, it's not working!" He raged, losing the polite composure that he had apparently been working hard to keep up.
"Listen morons," He started out harshly. "I don't know what you did to him- I don't care what you did- but you shook his self-confidence really bad. Which is a feat in and of itself because Walker's confidence is as big as his appetite. I don't know what you said to him, but you need to apologize, and quickly at that."
"Why?" Harry asked, not because he didn't want to apologize, but because he didn't understand the rush for it.
"Because Potter, for some strange reason, the rest of my housemates actually like him." Draco sneered in disgust conveniently forgetting to mention that he liked Walker to. "So unless you want to know what it's like to have virtually all of Slytherin come down on you, you'd better fix it and fast because I assure you, my friends can get very creative very quickly when it comes to correcting perceived wrongs." Draco ended seriously.
"And you came here to warn us?" Hermione asked. All three of them blinked when a blush lit up the boy's pale face.
"Take it any way you want Granger." He muttered gruffly, turning on his heel to head back to his table. A hand shot out and grabbed his sleeve. Snarling, he turned to see brown eyes looking into his grey.
"I just wanted to apologize for anything we've done over the years to you." Hermione said sincerely, ignoring the jaws dropping around her. Allen's words from that first night in the common room had haunted her.
"Feh." Malfoy scoffed lightly, jerking his hand out of her grasp. "Don't apologize to me, apologize to him." He said in what almost could be called a friendly tone before wandering back to his table, ignoring all the looks aimed his way.
"Hermione! What the hell?" Ron hissed. "You didn't need to apologize to him! He should be apologizing to you! To us!" He finished, Harry nodding in agreement. Hermione looked at them with a look in her eyes that neither could place.
"Sometimes, the road to forgiveness starts with an apology- even when it's not your fault." She told them sternly, repeating Allen's words verbatim. "He's right we need to apologize, but not here. Later, in a more private place."
They spent the rest of dinner dutifully ignoring the enquiring minds of their fellow Gryffindors who had no idea what just happened and were confused as all get out.
As it turns out, that more private place happened to be an empty classroom.
Allen had been walking back to the dorms feeling a little irritated at Draco, who had come over to mock him after the blonde had gone to speak with the Gryffindors (Allen had no idea what he said to them and that worried him; especially when Draco just grinned and said "Not telling."). It worried Allen to the point that he stayed cooped up in the library to distract himself until dinner.
Dinner hadn't been much better.
He sat with the Slytherins again simply to give the trio time to cool off. He may not have known them for very long, but it was obvious that every time they and Draco met up, someone got incredibly angry over extremely stupid things.
So after dinner, as he contemplated his thoughts, he was rather shocked when three pairs of arms came out a nearby door and dragged him inside, one hand covering his mouth while he watched on hopelessly as the door magically shut its self and he heard the deadbolt lock into place. Not that he would have a problem picking it, but against three opponents it would up the challenge. He was surprised when the hands let him go. Immediately he spun on his heel, his wand out pointing at three sheepish Gryffindors that he hadn't spoken to since last night.
"Hi." Harry said with a small wave after a short silence had descended.
"Oh. It's you guys." Allen blinked stupidly before putting his wand away. "What's up?" He asked casually, because he couldn't think up anything else to say.
"Eh, aren't you going to ask why you were just dragged into a room against your will?" Ron asked. The three had discussed the best way to corner Allen alone all afternoon. After many arguments over how to approach him, they decided to flip a coin. Heads was to walk up to him and ask him for a moment of his time. Tails was to kidnap him.
Tails won, so they went with it.
"You're not the first to randomly drag me into a deserted room and you won't be the last." He told them with that polite smile that held so much darkness behind it the trio wondered not for the first time what he had suffered through. "From experience, most of my 'nappers explain why took me. I imagine it will be the same here."
"Just what kind of life have you lived?" Ron asked, taking in the other boy incredulously.
"If I told you, you would end up in the psych ward." The still smiling exorcist told the taller boy. "So don't ask, 'kay?"
"Allen," Hermione said softly, only continuing when blue eyes looked at her. "We just wanted to apologize to you."
". . . so much that you had to resort to kidnaping me?"
"As much as I hate saying yes to that, it is true. We really are sorry about how we reacted to your arm." She told him sincerely.
"Oh." He replied, a small frown replacing his smile as his eyes flickered to his arm for a brief second. "It's fine. People have reacted far worse than you guys did." He told them with a small, fake smile.
"That doesn't make our reaction ok." Harry spoke. "I know what it's like to be the odd one out. You're arm . . . we don't think it's disgusting, we were just shocked- we never meant to hurt you."
"I'm telling you its fine." Allen insisted.
"No it's not mate." Ron said stoutly. "It wasn't right by us and you deserve an apology, so that's what we're doing. I'm sorry too; you trusted us and we unintentionally betrayed that trust. Please forgive us."
"Alright, alright, you're forgiven!" Allen told them desperately. "Just, please, stop apologizing!" He watched in bewilderment as all three looked like a huge weight had been lifted off of them. "Goodness, did it bother you that much?" The exorcist asked, one white eyebrow raised.
"We also feel bad about the forest trip." Hermione explained. "We know you were trying to discourage us at the Three Broomsticks. I just hope we didn't make your job more difficult. I mean, you could have spent that time looking for the Innocence; instead you guys were making sure we didn't die."
"Ah? We already found the Innocence." Allen told them.
"What?" Hermione asked bug-eyed. "But it was in the forest and that is a huge area of trees! How?" She stuttered.
"Luck?" He shrugged sheepishly, unsure if he should tell them about the room.
"I wish it was that easy to defeat Voldemort." Harry moaned, not caring that Ron flinched at the name. "At the rate things are going, I'll end up dead before I finish school."
"I'm sure you'll live to be at least 80." Allen tried to cheer him up.
"I don't even know how to defeat the bloody bastard!" Harry shouted, ignoring Hermione's gasp at his language. Allen silently contemplated the boy before him.
"What's the time?" He asked aloud.
"Almost 8. Why?" Hermione asked after conjuring up a time charm.
"Good, there's still time before curfew." Allen muttered to himself, but the others heard it all the same. "Follow me." He told them as he tried to open the door. "Er, unlock the door. Then follow me."
"Where are we going?" Harry asked Allen as they climbed onto one of the moving stairs.
"A special place. I think I know how to help you." Allen told him mysteriously. Upon reaching the 7th floor, the trio followed him until he stopped in a hallway.
"Ok Harry, here's what's going to happen, you are going to walk down this hall three times. And the only thought going through your head should be 'I need a way to defeat Voldemort'. Got it?" Allen asked cheerfully giving the green eyed boy a small push in the right direction.
"Wait, I don't understand-"
"You will. Trust me." The white haired boy cut him off. The three friends looked at each other in confusion before Harry gave a heaving sigh and began walking. The others watched in silence until Harry turned the corner.
"What's this all about mate? Some sort of strange revenge?" Ron asked.
"Oh course not!" Allen yelped, offended at the accusation. "Just trust me. Who knows, you might not even have to worry about Voldemort anymore after tonight."
"Might?"
"Well, worse comes to worse, Harry will look like an idiot walking down the same corridor three times in a row, but I doubt it."
Harry, though, did feel like an idiot walking in circles chanting the same phrase over and over in his head.
'A way to defeat Voldemort.'
'A way to defeat Voldemort.'
'A way to defeat Voldemort.'
After the third time, he was ready to stop and ask where between the kidnapping and the staircases that Allen went insane, when he heard a strange rumbling. The trio stared much the same way Allen did when he first discovered the door earlier in the day.
"Allen, what is this?" Harry asked not taking his eyes off the door.
"Open the door and see; I promise nothing bad will happen." Allen responded kindly and Harry saw no reason to doubt the white haired boy. Opening the door he stepped inside a saw a finely furnished living room of gold and a vibrant red. In the middle under a chandelier sat a lovely coffee table that had a lone book sitting on it. Surrounding the table were several velvet seats of dark red that looked soft and inviting. Along the walls, several fine paintings and weapons where help proudly on display.
"Sweet Merlin on a stick!" Harry heard Ron gasp. "What is this place?"
"It's called the Room of Requirement." Allen responded back and Harry could hear the quiver in his voice, trying to hold back his laughter. Hermione, of course, recognized the name immediately and was quickly explained the room's function to Ron and Harry. "I must admit though, it looks much more inviting than last time." Allen finished, looking around curiously as he sat down on one of the chairs.
"This room is nice and all, but I don't see how any of this will help defeat Voldemort." Harry sighed dejectedly as he sat down hard on the couch. Though he wasn't much of a reader, his eyes found their way to an innocent looking book sitting on the coffee table. He wasn't sure why but he felt a strange pull towards the book and before he realized it, it was in his hands, the cover already open.
"Destroying Horcuxes for Dunderheads" Harry snorted tossing the book back on the table. "Sounds like Snape wrote that."
"Professor Snape is a very smart man." Allen chided, picking up the book and turning the pages. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he began to read the introduction out loud.
"Dear Stupid," It started out, "If you're reading this book then you're in some deep shit." Allen stopped for a moment to mumble darkly that it sounded like his Master had penned this, before continuing.
"If you don't know what a hocrux is, I'll give you the run down. Admittedly though, I'm surprised you can read at all. A horcrux is an object that a wizard or witch put a piece of their soul in an object to seek immortality. In a way, it's like giving blood; except instead of giving to save a life, that life more or less forces itself on something else. Oh yeah, you have to kill someone too, I suppose that's important to know. So maybe it's more like sexual harassment and murder had a love child. It's hard to tell; the lines tend to blend together."
"Who the hell wrote this?" Allen asked, stopping in his reading to look for the author's name but found nothing. He was almost positive it was somebody related to Cross. The man probably had a child of every type of nationality under the sun, so it was plausible.
"Keep reading!" Hermione insisted. "It had some good information if you ignore the ramblings."
"If a witch or wizard who created a horcrux dies, they can call upon the item in question to keep their soul grounded until a new body is found. Anything can be used to make a horcrux, even a living being. So if you're human and a hocrux, then it sucks to be you."
"Why do I feel like that was aimed directly at me?" Harry wondered aloud and was shushed by Hermione.
"To destroy a horcrux, you need Basilisk venom. There are other ways, but this is the easiest one to go with, that and I'm tired of writing. That's all you need to know. Don't you feel silly? Now go away. Merlin, I hate idiots." Allen flipped through the pages, his expression becoming more confused.
"Well blimey, that is all there is." He said scratching his head.
"What?"
"All the other pages are blank, see?" He held the book up for them and they saw that after the first two pages, the rest were pristine white.
"What a rip-off." Ron complained.
"Oh come off it Ron. It's not like you paid for the book." Hermione snapped, annoyed that the author wasted those pages.
"So Voldemort has a horcrux? I suppose that explains why he won't die." Harry said before rubbing his temples. "If only we knew what the object was."
"More like objects." Allen said, making the trio focus their attention back on him. The exorcist had a troubled look on his face as he read a loose leaf of paper that had fallen out of the book. After he finished, he gave Harry a look that made his blood run cold. Allen looked at him with fear and sorrow as he slowly handed the paper over to him. "Read it." He urged softly, so Harry did. The paper didn't have a title or anything to signify its importance but the moment he read through, he understood with perfect clarity.
Tom Riddles Diary (1942-43), Victim: Moaning Myrtle. (Destroyed by Basilisk Venom)
Marvolo Gaunt's Ring (1943), Victim: Tom Riddle Sr. (Active)
Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem (1945), Victim: Albanian peasant (Active)
Helga Hufflepuff's Cup (1946), Victim: Hepzibah Smith (Active)
Salazar Slytherin's Locket (1946), Victim: Muggle tramp (Active)
Harry Potter (1981), Victim: Lily Potter (Active)
Nagini (Snake) (1994), Victim: Bertha Jorkins (Destroyed by severe trauma to the brain)
A cold sweat ran down his forehead. Really? After all he had done these past few years to ward off Voldemort, this is the thanks he gets? Finding out he's one of the madman's trinkets?
"Well," He said after a moment of silence, trying hard to ignore how pale bone his friends had become after reading the list over his shoulder. "This was unexpected."
Most unexpected, indeed.