Alexandra paced nervously back and forth in front of her front door. Any minute now, the person her mother was sending to pick up the necklace was going to be at her doorstep.

Maybe it's not too late, Alexandra thought to herself. I have other gold chains around here…I could just give away one of those and keep this one…

But somehow, she knew that wouldn't work.

There was a knock at her door. She glanced through the peephole and saw a tall, bearded man who she did not recognize. Her better judgment fleeing her body, Alexandra opened the door.

"H-Hello?"

"Ms. Dursley," the man said curtly. "I've come to pick up one of your mothers possessions."

Alexandra felt the necklace in her pocket. Slowly, she pulled it out.

"Here," she said softly, dropping the necklace into the man's hand.

"Good day, Ms. Dursley," the man nodded. He turned on his foot.

"Tell her I'm done!" Alexandra called after him, surprising herself. "Tell her to never contact me again!"

The man did not look back, though. Alexandra watched him walk to the end of the driveway and then disappear into thin air.

…

"I've just finished using those intruder alert spells on my house," Harry said, walking into Hermione's office. "And nothing came up. The only people that have been in the house in the last four months are family. Do you think Ron may be right about it just vanishing out of my drawer like the sword of Gryffindor could?"

"I don't think so," Hermione said.

"Well then what do you think happened to it?"

"I-I don't know, Harry," she admitted.

"Claridina's got to be behind it somehow," Harry mused. "But why would take such a risk and have that necklace taken? It can't be too meaningful to her if she let it sit at the Malfoy place for years."

"No," Hermione agreed.

"Do you think she somehow summoned it back to her?" Harry frowned.

"That's one possibility," Hermione nodded. "Though she'd still have had to have someone standing relatively close to your house…a necklace flying through Britain would attract quite a bit of attention."

Harry felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end at the thought of Claridina or one of her followers so close to his home.

"There has to be something about the necklace we missed," Harry said. Then he had a horrible thought.

"Hermione," he said slowly. "What if-what if Claridina's making Horcruxes like Voldemort, and that chain was-"

"Harry, do you remember that locket?" Hermione asked, cutting him off. "Slytherin's locket?"

Harry nodded. "Of course."

"We had that thing near us for months," Hermione said. "And we felt it. We felt Voldemort's soul inside it. That's why when you would wear it, you couldn't bring yourself to produce a Patronus and it's what caused Ron to-to leave. When we saw the necklace that day at Gringotts and when we examined it here at the Ministry we didn't feel any of that. It's not a Horcrux, Harry."

Harry smiled, relieved. "That's at least one worry I can get off my mind."

Hermione smiled back at him. "I've got that list for you; of every event that's taking place at night that could possibly be where Claridina unleashes her plan." She handed him a large roll of parchment. "I've already sent memos to Kingsley about all of them, and hopefully we can get a majority of them canceled. It'll be hard to call all of them off, though. Kingsley will have to discuss the rest of the Quidditch season with the Department of Magical Games and Sports, and I'm sure the warlocks won't like us canceling their induction ceremony next month."

"Kingsley will get it all sorted out," Harry said. "He always does."

….