Disclaimer: I don´t own Harry Potter or its characters.
Chapter 3.- And so, the search began.
Harry suddenly looked up. Something had just snapped inside him. How hadn´t he thought of that before?
True, they were extremely dark, and he wasn´t even supposed to know about them - but he knew now that´s what made Voldemort immortal.
'Of course!' he hit his forehead mentally several times.
"Of course!" he exclaimed out loud, making everyone turn towards him.
They all seemed surprised, to see him like that after months of brooding, and moping.
He nearly snorted. He had passed that stage long ago, ever since Ginny and him had talked. Everyone was just overreacting, as always.
His thoughts were interrupted by someone.
"What happened, Harry?" Remus asked, concerned, and everyone nodded, as if to indicate that they were thinking the same.
Harry looked at them, his eyes wide.
"I just thought of something. Wi - Hermione, do you remember when both of us studied all those books of Dark Magic, just to be prepared?" he asked, excited, ignoring the looks from the adults in the room, who were both amused and worried about that that question, and the information that it possessed.
Hermione nodded, still a bit confused. "What about it?"
"You remember the horcruxes?" he continued, still as excited as before.
"Of course I remember!" she exclaimed, still confused. "Those horri-" she trailed off.
Hermione opened her mouth in surprise, eyes widening with understanding. "Oh," she said. "I can´t believe I didn´t think of that!"
"I know!" Harry exclaimed, getting to his feet, and pacing, hands placed together - as if praying - but he held them over his mouth. "We need to destroy them - for Charles, and to defeat Voldemort once and for all."
Everyone besides Ginny and Luna were confused, as those two had been there when Harry and Hermione had searched the Dark Magic books.
"What are you talking about, Harry?" Sirius asked, hopeful. Some way to kill Voldemort was good. Besides, Harry seemed to have gathered himself together again. Sirius wanted him to be happy. After all that had happened in his life, Harry deserved to have peace; something that he would only be able to get when Voldemort died. And not only his godson deserved it, but also all the Wizarding world.
"Horcruxes," said Luna dreamily. "That makes sense, Harry."
"Er- what on Earth is an Horcrux?" asked Ron.
"A piece of a soul," Hermione explained, exchanging looks with her fellow accomplices, "The one who makes an Horcrux has to rip a piece of their soul - by murdering someone. It's terrible - oh, Harry, are you sure?"
"Completely," the boy said, vacantly, "it's what he would do."
Hermione sighed. "Yes, I know, but it's just so - cruel!"
Everyone stayed immobile, except for Harry, who was still pacing, now with his hands behind his back. Everyone was just to grossed out to speak.
Making an Horcrux definitely seemed like the worst thing possible. But it was the kind of thing they could imagine Voldemort making.
Harry stopped briefly in his pacing before continuing.
"You think Voldemort made one of this - horcruxes?" Sirius asked, stopping at the end when he forgot the pronunciation.
"Not only one," Harry muttered vacantly as he continued pacing, deep in thought. "More like... seven."
"Seven?" everyone asked. "Why do you think he made seven?"
"Most powerful magical number," Harry explained. "Voldemort would have done this with a hidden significance. Seven means power to him - and he thinks power is everything, the way to greatness."
Remus nodded apprehensively, knowing it did seem possible that Voldemort had made seven links to life, but it was still a thought that wasn´t in their favour.
"That makes sense," added Ron, agreeing with everyone´s thoughts.
"But what are they?" Neville asked, his eyes following their leader´s track through the room.
No-one answered.
"Harry?" Ginny asked, and sighing, Harry finally stopped moving completely. "What do you know that we don´t?"
"Of course!" he breathed excitedly, ignoring his red-headed girlfriend.
"You know what they are, don´t you?" Ginny asked, knowingly.
"I don´t only know what they are," the raven-haired teen said. "I think I know where they are."
And it was then, that the search for the horcruxes began.
They searched for all of them, exactly where Harry had told them. Of course, they got it wrong some times, and Harry had to go through all the information all over again a few times, but finally, they found the first one.
The locket was the first. Sirius proved to be an excellent helping hand. He mentioned his Death Eater brother, Regulus Black. At first, they weren´t sure about it, but as they went to the Black Manor, and searched - er, asked Kreacher, the house elf, they got it in no time.
One gone, six more to find.
Harry opened his eyes slowly, groaning when he noticed it was still dark outside - or so he noticed from the bed, anyway. His emerald eyes travelled around the room, glancing at his still new surroundings.
It would take more time to get familiarised with his new room, in his new house.
Sirius and Remus had managed to create some extra rooms in Sirius´s house, but the space hadn´t been enough so that everyone could have a room. Instead, they had been quite happy to share rooms.
And of course, he had sided with the one red-headed that snored the most.
Harry sat up on his bed, glancing amusingly at the sleeping form of Ron Weasley.
Of course, he hadn´t been that amused the first week.
Shaking his head, the teen got up, and walked to his dresser, quickly choosing some clothes and a clean robe to put over them; and then, silently, he walked to the bathroom. Changing quickly into his jeans, and emerald t-shirt, he washed his face and hair, brushing his hair, and then, as quickly, he pulled over his dark green robe. He pushed aside the thought of brushing his teeth, he hadn´t had breakfast yet. It had no point.
Harry then opened the door, walking through the pass way until he arrived at his room, where he placed his wand into place, and then he put on his sneakers.
Now ready to leave the bedroom area, Harry walked silently to the common room; where he took out a book he had planned to read anyway.
He was halfway the book when it happened.
Someone called at the door. They seemed anxious, as though knocks were hard, and fast. Someone really wanted to get in.
Harry stood up, his curiosity guiding him to the door.
"Who´s there?" he called, wary.
"Night!" the voice said, but Harry didn´t recognized it. It was too blurry, too quiet. "Its Eagle, Moon, and Ivy."
"Eagle?" Harry said, surprised. What was Ivy, Eagle and Moon doing there, outside Sirius´s house? Why they weren´t with the other Midnights? What had happened since he had left?
"Yes, Nightmare, it's me," Eagle said, her loud and familiar voice now more clear. "I´ll explain everything, but you have to let us enter. It's not safe out here."
"Of course!" Harry exclaimed, and quickly opened the door, to reveal the three tired Midnights. "Come in. And tell me, what are you doing here?"
Ivy suspired. "It's kind of a long story." she admitted quietly.
Harry´s eyes wandered towards the sky, which was still dark. "Don´t worry, I have plenty of time."
The ex-Midnights told him what had happened, explaining the meeting that had resulted in their resigning.
"...so then we left." finished Moon, after they had all taken turns story-telling.
Harry was preoccupied. "Are you alright? How did you find us?"
Moon, Ivy and Eagle looked ashamed. "Er - we may have read your profile, and uh, we followed you to here?"
Harry shook his head. Of course. His friends were smart enough to figure out he had gone to the only two people of his past - plus Charles - that he felt he could trust.
"I just hope the group would be able to find the right path in this war." Harry sighed. "Are you sure you are okay?"
They nodded. "We are just a bit tired."
"Oh, by the way," Harry started, his mouth becoming a grin. "You might know that we are calling each others with our true names. We don´t see the point anymore, to hide ourselves. "
The other three grinned.
"Of course, Harold," Eagle teased.
Harry faked indignation. "Hey, my name is not Harold! You know that, Emma!"
Emma hit the back of Harry´s head. "I told you I don´t like that name! I like Freyn more, thank you very much!"
"I know, I know!" Harry admitted, and then turned to look at the other two amused teens. "So, Lily, John, do you want something to eat?"
John and Lily Moon were siblings; their parents had been killed in a car-crash, leaving them with no-one else. Until Harry had found them, of course. They were very quiet, the kind to sit down and watch from the distance. John, was even more calm that Lily, if that were possible. Or maybe it was that John chose to speak, whilst Lily, when she expressed herself, she usually was so - loud about it.
And of course, Emma Freyn Williams was Eagle. She was very loud in her opinions, but she normally thought before expressing them. She was, surprisingly, very ambitious as well. Nobody, but Harry, knew her past. It had always been a mystery as to why she wasn´t with her family, and Harry wasn´t about to tell anyone.
"Tea and biscuits would be great," Lily admitted with a smile, a smile that Harry gave back.
"Come on, then," he said, and they all got up. They were surprised to notice the sun was already in the sky. "The kitchens are this way. Lets hurry up, so we can be ready for the rest of the group. I'm sure they are all getting ready by now."
They exchanged amused glances. "Sure. Wouldn´t want to get between Lightnings and breakfast."
Harry grinned mischievously. "And you haven´t even met Sirius."
"Should we be worried?" Freyn said, mocking fear, as Lily, John and her sat down on the table, while Harry got out the food.
"Harry!" Someone shouted, probably Sirius, or maybe even Ron. "Where are you? Are you already having breakfast?"
Harry turned to look at his amused companions.
"I think you should."
Author Note. (Dont skip this part, please! Its short, I promise!)
Review. Do I need to say more?
No- really, I would appreciate if you would tell me how its it going so far.
Also, If anyone wants to Beta for this, I would be grateful