Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Five Nights at Freddy's belongs to Scott Cawthon.

"Hello, my dear." -Golden Freddy/Rose Evens

"Hello? Hello?" -Phone Guy/Someone on the phone

'Dear Harry...' -Writing

"Hey there, Harry..." -Aya

Yawning as she walked toward the door due to knocking, Michelle sighed as she scratched her lower back. "I'm coming, I'm coming... hold your horses." She pointingly ignored the animatronics except to shoot them a glare. "You could answer the door you know."

Olive looked up with a blink from her coloring book that she was working hard at keeping within the lines in, and blinked. "But Auntie Michelle, Mommy told us not to answer the door if someone knocks."

That caused her to stop and blink for a moment as her tired mind worked away at that. "Wait, Erika told you that? Really?" When Olive nodded, Michelle blinked as she tried to process it before she grunted. "Huh..." Hearing that the knocking was still going on, she sighed and walked up to the door. "One moment..." A moment later, Michelle opened it and sighed. "Hey, look, I-"

She promptly got glomped by a woman who greatly resembled her and wore red rimmed glasses. Utterly missing the fact that the surprised Michelle was windmilling her arms, the woman tightened her hug. "Oh, Michelle! I was so worried when your father said that you were working at Freddy's! But then Faith explained everything and I am so proud of you!" Then the woman pulled away a bit and examined her from head to toe as she held the unamused Michelle in place. "Let me look at you, honey. Hmm... it seems like your taking care of yourself..."

Poking her head out of the den, Olive blinked at the woman and pointed at her. "Er... Auntie Michelle? Who's this?"

Just as Michelle was about to say something, the woman raised and eyebrow. "And who do we have here and why are they calling you 'Auntie'? Hmm?"

A moment later, Olive waved at her. "Hi! I'm Olive Otterly Perks! And Auntie Michelle is my Auntie because Mommy says she's like a sister and so is my auntie." With a blink, the small animatronic tilted her head to the side. "Are you Auntie Michelle's big sister?"

Squealing, the woman rushed over to her and picked her up easily which caused Olive to blink. "Eeee! Aren't you a little cutie! And no, dear, I'm Michelle's mother, Rebecca, but everyone calls just calls me Doll. But you can call me Great Auntie Doll!"

Her eyes wide, Olive gasped before she started to wave her little arms in the air. "YAY! I GOT A GREAT AUNTIE!"

Michelle meanwhile stared with a blank expression at her dad who stared back with an identical expression on his face. "So... you picked up mom and didn't bother to tell me... That was why you rushed out of the house..."

With a shrug as both Olive and Doll babbled in the background, Mike rolled his eyes. "You know what your mother is like. She wanted this to be a surprise for you. Also, expect her to spoil the animatronics now that she knows most of them are actually kids."

A sigh escaped Michelle as she pinched her nose. "Right..." Looking over her shoulder, she noted that her mom was still swinging the giggling Olive around in the air. Michelle also spotted several other animatronics poke their heads into view to see what was going on. "Mom... you're going to get hurt."

However, Doll only snorted at her before she looked back at Olive. "Oh, come off it. This little sweetie pie wouldn't hurt me, right?" Getting a nod from her, Doll set her down before she walked up to Michelle with a grin that caused a shiver to go down the younger woman's back. "So... what's this about a boyfriend that I heard from your father and Faith? Hmm?"

Eyebrow twitching, Michelle turned toward her father and the specter on his shoulder, both of whom turned away from her and whistled innocently. And both of whom hid their smirks at how her teeth could be heard grinding. "Really now..."

While her grin widened, Doll leaned in over her shoulder. "So then... tell me all about this Harry fellow and why you hid that you were dating from your dear old mother..."

As she felt like her face was on fire, Michelle suddenly grinned as she got an idea for revenge. "We're not dating, mom. But first maybe you should talk to dad about swearing in front of the animatronics and Faith about hitting on people inappropriately in front of them. They are children after all."

Mike and Faith both froze as Doll turned to them with narrowed eyes. "Oh, they did, did they...?"

The expressions on both her dad and Faith promised vengence as they tried to fend off an angered Doll. All Michelle could do was cackle internally. 'Oh, bring it on!'

Hearing a grunt that night while at her job, Michelle looked up from where she was taking a bite of Chica's pizza and raised an eyebrow at her father who had a sandwich on a plate. "Seriously? You went and made a sandwich?"

Mike turned and Michelle could see Faith hanging off his shoulder as he raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with a sandwich?"

All that did was cause Michelle to roll her eyes as she set down the slice of pizza and flicked through the cameras. "Bit of a waste what with Chica having gone through all the trouble of making us a pizza is all. The least that you could do is to at least try it."

Ripping a chunk out of his sandwich, Mike chewed for a moment and held up a finger. Once he swallowed, he gave his daughter a look. "I don't trust that chicken."

While she facepalmed, Michelle shook her head. "Dad... get over yourself, Chica is not dangerous to you in any way whatsoever. Hell, she's more in danger from you most likely then you are from her." Getting another grunt, Michelle rolled her eyes. "Besides, mom tried some and she liked it."

Snorting, Mike waved a hand around. "You know how your mother can get..." He then frowned a bit as he looked around. "Speaking of, where is she anyways?"

For a moment, Michelle stared at her father and blinked. "... You don't know?"

His eyes narrowed, Mike gave his daughter a stern look. "Know what, exactly."

Unseen by him, Faith had spotted something and was staring. A second later, Michelle pointed in the same direction with a raised eyebrow. "Mom's over in Pirate's Cove with Foxy, Eric, and the twins. They're all playing pirate."

There was silence from Mike until he turned toward Pirate Cove and blinked. Mainly because there on top of the ship was his wife dressed up as a pirate as she used a plastic sword against Foxy, the other animatronics cheering her own as she did so. "Arr! Foxy, I, the dread Pirate Doll, shall defeat yeh! And then make yeh walk the plank, arr!"

Clashing his blade with hers, Foxy growled. "Yeh not be man ta defeat the likes of Captain Foxy, arrr! It shall be yeh that walks the plank!"

A second later, he was sent sprawling as Doll shoved him back. "Good thing that I not be a man, then. I be all woman!"

From where she was, Faith slowly nodded with a strange chuckle that caused Michelle to inch away. "Oh, she's all woman alright... and what a woman at that."

Giving her a look, Mike sighed before he held his face in his hands. "Dammit Doll... do you have to do this to me..." After he gathered himself, he took another look at her. "And that costume looks ridiculous on her."

On his shoulder, Faith nodded. "Yeah, I like the one she has for the bedroom much better..."

Michelle started to choke on her drink before she glared at the spectre. "Too much information there, Faith! I really don't want to know what my parents get up to!"

Beside her, Mike only nodded as he tried not to start cursing. Then Faith just shrugged. "Eh, everyone likes to spice things up in their own way, Michelle. Maybe one day you'll have something like 'The Dark Lord having captured the Heroine' type deal with Harry." She paused for a moment. "Or maybe turn that around with you being a Dark Lady and him the dashing hero..." Now slightly green, Mike was about to tell Faith off as she continued. "Besides, I haven't gotten into the whole 'Cabin Boy Schmidt' bit yet, whoops!"

Eyes wide, both Schmidts there with her turned and shouted. "FAITH!"

In reply, she only cackled in amusement.

Heavy breathing came from the figure on the bed in the orphanage dormitory. Then it hopped off and rushed over to one of the doors on either side and stopped. After a moment, it opened the door and produced a stick. "Lumos."

Much to the figure's terror, a shadowy creature at the end of the hall ducked out of sight. Slamming the door shut, the figure shook before it rushed back to the bed. Hearing something, it shone the stick behind it to reveal two demonic looking teddy bears before they sucked back under the bed. Another sound forced it to look at the other door and it looked out to see a form duck behind a corner. "N-no.. No, no, no! You won't get me! You won't! Do you realize who I am?!"

Slowly, the figure backed toward the bed, wild eyes looking either which way. "They won't get me... They can't..." The creak of a door caused it to rush to the closet me open it to reveal a demonic, robotic looking fox. Closing the doors for a moment, the figure reopened them to reveal that the creature was gone. Suddenly, a breeze blew past and shakingly the figure turned toward the window.

The window that was now open.

Backing away from it, the figure stilled as it heard a childish giggle. "Get away from me!" He then jumped back only to hit something. Utterly still, the figure jerkingly, as if against their will, tiled their head back.

Pure horror could be seen on the figure's face at the sight of a fox similar to the last one except for being a bloodstained golden color. Then it opened it's mouth to reveal two rows of sharp, metal teeth. And behind that was a rotting face that glared at him with dead eyes before it opened it's own mouth to reveal sharp teeth.

Sharp teeth that buried themselves in the screaming, red eyed figure's head as the fox let out an unholy screech.

Gasping, Voldemort sat up in his bed shaking. He was so out of it that he had not noticed that the wounds on his forehead had opened up and begun bleeding. 'What sort of dark magic is this... What is this accused magic and how does Dumbledore know it?!'

A childish giggle sounded through the room and he stilled. "Not so nice when others make you cry, huh? You made so many cry, but can't help but hate it when it's you."

Seeing the shadowy form in front of him, Voldemort snapped and shot off a Killing Curse, only for a giggle to echo through the room when it hit. "Why don't you bother someone else! Begone!"

The figure was soon joined by two others that towered over it before it shook it's head as it's green eyes became saddened. "You are broken..."

Suddenly, the one on the left with two red eyes, but the hint of yellow shook it's head. But you can be only fixed through your own efforts. We cannot fix you."

On the other side, the pitch black figure glared at Voldemort with hate in it's eyes. "But you won't let yourself be fixed, too afraid of what would happen. And so in the end you'll meet the same fate as all broken things that cannot be fixed..."

Almost as one, all three figures spoke. "Tossed onto the scrapheap and forgotten."

With an enraged scream, Voldemort leapt from his bed and started flinging spells everywhere. "I WILL NEVER BE DESTROYED AND FORGOTTEN! I AM IMMORTAL! ALL SHALL KNOW ME AND FEAR ME!" However, just like he had not noticed the blood flowing from the scar on his head, Voldemort also had not noticed both that the figures had vanished and that one of his Death Eaters had peeked in and then closed the door.

After all, inviting his wrath would give one a ticket to see the Grim Reaper, Death Eater or not...

Leaning back into his chair, Sirius took a look at the calendar and smiled. 'Already the 18th... Harry's here for Christmas and I'm going to be able to enjoy New Years as a free man... life is good." A glance showed him a bottle of whiskey that he slowly reached toward only to pause as a scream ripped through the house. Sirius then leapt from his chair as he recognized the scream. "Hermione?! HARRY!" It took him only a few moments to find himself in Harry's room to see his Godson seeming to have some kind of fit. "What's happening?"

A sigh behind caused him to turn to see a serious expression on Dumbledore's face. "I was rather afraid that this might happen." Waving his wand, several ropes bound Harry to the bed and he walked over. "Unless I'm wrong, Tom is attempting to use his connection to mentally attack Harry... possibly even possess him."

However, a growl caught all their attention. "Like the fucking hell he is!" Much to the surprise of those who had not met her, Aya appeared with an enraged expression on her face as she stalked toward the bed. "I/We have had enough of this bastard! We/I will take care of him!"

Dumbledore frowned and was about to ask when he heard whispers and looked up as did the Weasleys, Hermione, Mad Eye, Tonks, and Kingsley. Other then Sirius and Remus, those where the only members of the Order there and they froze at the sight of the black mist on the ceiling.

Then it opened a multitude of bloodshot eyes and mouths before it glared down toward Harry and growled. Backing against the wall, Tonks gulped. "What in the name of Merlin is that thing!?"

With his throat dry, Sirius croaked a bit. "I've never seen it before, but from the descriptions Harry gave me... that would be the Black Mass." At the looks, he continued. "They're the merged spirits of all the night guards who died at Freddy's. According to Harry, they're pretty much insane and protective of him..."

Nodding, Dumbledore barely noticed Veronica appear alongside Rose and the two stiffen before they looked around the room. "I see... and how are you going to take care of Tom?"

Aye turned and glared. "How else? I'm/We're going to evict his ass from the premises."

Once she said that, she walked over and seemed to dive into Harry followed by the Black Mass also diving in. If anything, that caused Harry to struggle even more and he opened both eyes. One was red with a slit and full of fear while the other was pitch black except for a white pupil. The pitch black eye seemed full of righteous rage. "Get... the... bloody... fucking... hell... out of... my... body... VOLDEMORT!"

Behind the group, Veronica looked around breathless. "Rose, do you feel that?"

Her eyes narrowed, Rose nodded as she fixed her gaze on a spot of the floor. "Yeah... if that presence that we're sensing with Harry's is Voldemort, then he's somewhere else in this place as well. It's weak, but it's almost like it's... resonating with what's happening with Harry? That's the best that I can describe it."

That caught Albus' attention and he whipped around to stare at the two. "You can sense his presence somewhere else in the building?" At their nods, he grimaced. "Please... I hate to ask you to leave but find it and quickly, it's presence here is possibly part of the reason why Voldemort's connection to young Harry is strong enough for him to attack."

Growling, Rose's eyes went black with a white pupil. "You don't even need to ask. Veronica! Teleport right there and I'll be there as soon as I can."

With a nod, Veronica vanished and Rose took off, a few seconds later, they could hear Kreacher's screeches and bangs as if there was a fight elsewhere in the house. But what caught everyone's attentions was that Harry's struggles became even more violent. Despite the bindings on his body, it still thrashed back and forth. With narrowed eyes, Dumbledore noticed small wisps of smoke coming from Harry's body. 'The darkest of magics and the lightest... please, Harry... make it through this. I don't want to do what I may have to if Tom manages to win...'

As always when she entered Harry's body, Aya found herself surrounded by warmth as motes of light sparkled along her form. If anyone ever asked, she would liken it to sinking into a warm bath. Sinking ever deeper, she penetrated past that first layer with a trail of the energy that composed it following her like a tether. Part of Aya noted the larger form of the Black Mass behind her, a whale following a dolphin. But with one major difference...

This whale and dolphin duo had rather large teeth and were more vengeful then Moby Dick.

Slowly, the darkness around them lightened as they could hear Harry's shouts. If anything, that caused Aya and the Black Mass to speed up their descent and soon the darkness lightened to reveal a familiar security office. Grabbing the tablet, Aya quickly flipped through the cameras and narrowed her eyes as she noted how the curtains to Pirate's Cove were open with nothing in there. Finally, she opened the main camera in the Party Room to show the place wrecked with Harry fighting Voldemort. "Got you now, you son of a bitch..."

Meanwhile, Harry struggled as threads of darkness that extended from Voldemort wrapped around him. The Dark Lord meanwhile grinned as he stepped forward. "Well, well, Potter. I must admit that you put up a greater fight then what I expected, and with a developed mindscape as well! It truly is a shame that you never took me up on my offer..."

He paused for a moment as both him and Harry heard running footsteps and he turned to see Aya, who appeared as a blazing white spectre due to the energies surrounding her, leap into the air with one foot toward him. "BOOT TO THE HEAD, NAH! NAH!"

Said boot slammed into his head at high speed and sent him flying into the stage as Aya landed in a crouch. Thankfully, the blow also freed Harry who now stood up and looked at Aya with a grunt. "What took you so long?"

The spectre only shrugged. "Was taking a walk in the woods."

Harry could only raise an eyebrow at her. "You... were taking a walk in the woods..."

Nodding, Aya took note that Voldemort was slowly rising to his feet with rage in his eyes. "A very enthusiastic walk in the woods as it turned out. But I'll tell you more later once we deal with the snake face bastard." She then shook her head as she looked him over. "Seems that not only did you fall out of the ugly tree, but you hit every branch on the way down."

A snarl split Voldemort's face as he glared at Aya. "So it's the creature who's been keeping me out..." He narrowed his eyes a bit as he fingered his wand. "No matter, once I've dealt with you, Potter will be easy. Then Dumbledore will kill Potter in order to stop me."

With a raised finger, Aya chortled. "Anyone tell you that you talk too much? Oh well, odds are in our favor."

Sneering, Voldemort shot off a spell that both defenders dodged. "Perhaps in many circumstances it would be, Lily Potter, but not in this case."

That caused Aya to blink as she rolled to her feet and looked at Voldemort in confusion. "What did you just call me?"

Flinging another spell at her before shielding himself against one of Harry's spells, Voldemort snorted. "It's obvious that you are somehow that accursed Mudblood. Or perhaps an impression she had left behind to guard her son. No matter though, I'll just kill you a second time."

Much to his anger, Aya only laughed at him as she threw a chair that got blasted apart. "Boy, aren't you in for a shock. Besides, it's not just me and Harry you need to worry about."

Just as Voldemort was about to demand she explain herself, something massive impacted the side of his head and the whole world seemed to tilt before he went skidding across the floor. Getting to his feet, Voldemort was about to attack when the words died in his mouth. Close to where he had been was a skeleton composed of shadow and encircled with motes of light the size of a giant. Except it's eye sockets were filled with dozens of eyes and there were skeletal arms composed of shadow that kept reaching out from between the ribs. Completing the sight were the rows upon rows of teeth that showed every time the thing open it's mouth or grinned at him.

A grin that Voldemort knew was anything but friendly

This was shown a few moments later as it charged, throwing tables and chairs aside as an unholy shriek ripped it's way out of the being's throat. When the spells he was throwing didn't do anything, Voldemort was about to just lay waste to Harry's mind. But he didn't get the chance as said wizard, having been forgotten, flung out a spell that tripped Voldemort for just enough time that Aya jumped on him. Moments later, her clawed hands circled around his neck. Aya's sharp, burning talons dug deep in an ever twisting grip as the two combatants seemed to rise upwards. "If you're not coming out peacefully, then I'm just going to have to drag you out!"

Now fearing for his life, Voldemort barely saw the massive monstrosity in Harry's mind grab the small cord that extended from his mental representation and off into the distance. Said cord connected what was in Harry's mind to his own and so he focused his power on an attempt to break free. With a final burst of magic, he pulled himself out of Harry's mind leaving behind what amount to a shade of himself. What was left behind was much like a oil filled balloon and Aya tightened her grip on it until it finally burst. splashing fetid goo everywhere. Harry's mental representation's eyes widened as he saw a shadow shoot away from the now destroyed shade and head up through the ceiling. "What in the bloody hell was that!?"

Looking up, Aya blinked as she barely noted that the Black Mass was following the smoke up toward where she knew the real world awaited. "Now that, Harry, I don't know..." Suddenly, she blinked as the motes of light surged into new brightness and the goo left from the destruction of Voldemort's shade hissed like water on a hot skillet as they seemed to evaporate. Then they were gone and the whole mental construct brightened. Slowly, the rundown pizzeria repaired itself until it looked like it was newly opened. All of the damage missing. "Huh... will you look at that now..."

Slumped against one of the tables and seemingly out of breath, Harry only nodded. "Yeah..."

He found himself embraced by Aya a moment later as the spectre gave a sigh of relief. "I'm just glad that we got here in time and that you're safe..."

For a few moments, everyone could hear the noises downstairs increase along with what sounded like explosions. However, their attention was then grabbed by Harry's back arched against the ropes holding him down to the point where he started to bleed from his wrists. Then his scar seemed to burst. Black ichor streamed down his head as a black, screaming mist was expelled from his forehead.

Said mist didn't get far as the Black Mass shot out of Harry and grabbed it. Then if anything, the screams from the mist increased as the ghostly thing was dragged through the wall by the Black Mass, even as the composite spirit tore at it. Moments later, an exhausted Aya also floated up from Harry before she sat in the air above him. "There... whatever that thing he was using to connect with Harry is gone..."

Rushing over, Hermione used her sleeve to wipe away some of the black substance from the unconscious Harry's head and blinked. "His scar... it's... lighter?"

Eyes wide, Dumbledore walked over and thus missed Veronica holding a struggling Kreacher and Rose with a locket walk into the room. Several waves of his wand, first to vanish what was left of the ichor and then to examine the scar more closely, and Dumbledore let out a smile. "Yes... and so is his burden..." A happy tear escaped from his eye as he nodded. "And so is his burden..."

Aya scowled as she entered the Black Library through the wall. Seeing the looks directed at she from not just the wizards, but Rose and Veronica, her scowl only grew. "That Pomfrey... won't let me stay in the same room as Harry while she examines him."

There was a look of sympathy on Sirius' face as he nodded. "She is the best though..." Suddenly his expression changed to a scowl as he looked at Kreacher. Then he glared at Dumbledore. "Speaking of... What in the bloody hell happened back there, Albus. And you better give me straight answers."

Leaning back in his chair, the Headmaster seemed to be all his age of almost a century. "And I will of course give you those answers though I suspect that you may have an inkling already." With a sigh, he folded his hands in from of his face as he stared at the locket on the table. "Before I do, have you asked Kreacher where the locket came from? It is part of the explanation I'm afraid."

Eyes narrowed, Sirius shared a look with Remus and then grunted. "No, I've even know gave him an order to reveal what he knows. But all he'll do is mutter that he's unable to and how that makes him happy."

Much to Sirius' surprise, Dumbledore only nodded as if he suspected such. "Perhaps then, we might try a different method?" At the slow nod, Albus turned toward Kreacher and smiled. "Order him to tell me the story. If it is as I suspect..."

Unsure, Sirius turned toward a now nervous Kreacher and frowned. "Kreacher, I hereby order you as head of House Black to tell the story behind the locket to Dumbledore." For several moments it seemed like the old house elf attempted to fight the order, only to scowl before he launched into his story. By the end of it, an emotional Sirius blinked back tears as he slumped back. "Of all the times for my brother to finally show bravery... Merlin, after all these years of thinking he just got cold feet..."

Allowing Sirius several moments to gather himself, Albus finally sighed and stared at the locket. "It is as I always feared..."

Sirius, after having calmed himself, ran a hand through his hair and shuddered. "Merlin... Voldemort made Horcruxes... multiple ones..."

Blinking, Remus tried to lighten the mood some. "Is it Horcruxes or Horcruxi?" At the looks, he shrugged a bit and hung his head. "Sorry about this..."

Meanwhile, Rose looked at the locket in confusion before she picked it up and held it in one paw. "Okay... what in the hell is a Horcrux and what does it have to do with what just happened to my nephew?"

While he stared at the locket as it spun this way and that in the air, Dumbledore grimaced. "A Horcrux is among the darkest of magics for what it does... in many ways, it's similar to what has happened to you and the others in the automatons." That cause the three undead's attention. "The creation of a Horcrux requires the act of cold blooded murder to create a tear in one's soul. After which, the rest of the magic acts to tear the soul in half with half remaining with the dark wizard or witch and the other half being placed into an object. The half in the object will act as an anchor of sorts, keeping the rest of the soul from passing on unless destroyed."

Several moments passed as the three undead considered this before Veronica slowly nodded. "Like how our souls being bonded to our suits keep us from moving on then."

Nodding, Dumbledore had a slight look of disgust on his face. "While I never received confirmation, during the war with Grindlewald, some of his notes hinted at him having used the method of creating Horcruxes as a basis for the soul entrapment of his mechanical Inferi." At the looks, Dumbledore shook his head. "I personally destroyed all his notes that I found as did others. Magic such as that should not be known and is better off forgotten."

As she grunted, Aya looked at her hand. "Obviously not that forgotten... and I remember reading a saying somewhere where forbidden knowledge has a way of making itself known."

To that, Albus gave a nod. "Quite."

Clearing his throat, Remus had a haunted look on his face as he brought them all back to the real issue. "You said that the story of the locket was part of the explanation behind what just happened tonight. Are you telling us that Harry..."

Dumbledore closed his eyes in regret and nodded before Sirius practically exploded. "YOU KNEW THAT ONE OF THOSE THINGS WERE INSIDE OF HARRY AND DID NOTHING?! DID YOU NOT EVEN CARE!?"

A moment later, Sirius was pushed back into his seat as the bookshelves shook and rumbled due to the wild magic that came from a finally angry Dumbledore, showing why he was so feared by dark beings. "Do not assume that I did not care for Harry in this case, Sirius. Ever since I have had my suspicion as to what happened to Harry that Hallowe'en, I have attempted to find some way to remove it without him possibly dying. I have delved into magics that I would have never touched otherwise to try and come up with a method. As well, I have exhausted every single contact that I have had to try and find a way of saving him." Getting up in a swirl of his robes, Dumbledore stalked over to a wall and leaned against it. "Every avenue though turned up empty except for one method which could work. One that I have often raged against fate and destiny for leaving it the only way I have found."

Quietly, Rose spoke up in a whisper. "And what method was that?"

Silence descended on them all before Dumbledore shook his head. "I investigated methods through which Tom might return to physical form many years ago. The method he used is the best we could hope for as the blood he took from Harry forged a tether of sorts. If Harry was to allow Tom to use the killing curse upon him in a act of self-sacrifice, the act of Tom using the Killing Curse against a living Horcrux of his would be akin to unknowing reconciliation of the soul. This would strengthen Lily's protection and, along with the tether between the two due to Harry's forcibly taken blood, it would give the greatest chance of survival for Harry." Turning from the wall, all of them could see a relieved expression on Dumbledore's face and a slight wetness around his eyes. "However, I am thankful that is no longer needed as Aya here has solved the issue. The Horcrux has been removed from Harry and so he's both alive and safe."

All of them lapsed into thoughtfulness as they allowed Dumbledore time to compose himself. Sitting back into his chair, the elderly wizard poured some tea for them all and passed the cups around except for Aya who waved it off. While she sipped her tea, Veronica nodded. "You're not the only one who is thankful... though if you had told us that Harry would need to possibly die to be free, I have my doubts that we could control ourselves in what we would do."

If anything, that brought a nod of acknowledgement from Dumbledore. "And I would not blame you for any actions you took."

Thoughtful, Sirius looked at the locket and shuddered. "I still can't believe that he created more then one of those abominations. That locket, Harry, and if what he described as being true, that diary."

Remus shook his head. "Three is a powerful magical number..." He trailed off as Dumbledore shook his head. "... Please tell me he only created three."

With a frown, Dumbledore considered things, but he trusted each of them if only because those there would do anything for Harry. "You're quite correct that he was after a powerful magical number. But... having talked with Arthur after the attack, I am now certain that Negini was also one and then the 'Master soul' would also be one. Thus, if that was true then we would be looking at four as I suspect that Tom would not know he made Harry into one. Four is not a powerful magical number, but the next powerful magical number is both the most likely and most powerful he could reach..."

A swear ripped out of Remus' mouth as Sirius paled and shook. "Seven... that bloody mad bastard created seven of the things..."

Having taken a sip of his tea, the Headmaster nodded. "That is what I believe as after creating six Horcruxes, Tom's soul was unstable enough to splinter as shown by what happened with Harry. Seven, or eight as the case may be, is very likely the limit for him." As his wrinkled hands stroked the cup, Dumbledore stared into it's depths. "Ever since that night when he was first defeated, I have been doing research into Tom's past in order to find out what they could be. Alas, it has left me with only hints. However... recent events have given us an oppotunity to find them as even those hints could help greatly."

Confused, Aya looked up. "How?"

Smiling, Dumbledore's eyes twinked a bit. "Rose and Veronica were able to sense the Horcrux hidden here in Grimmauld, simply because according to them it resonated with the fragment in Harry... If I could test something?"

Both animatronics shared a look before Rose nodded. "Go ahead, if it's what I think you're thinking, then it might work..."

As he nodded, Dumbledore summoned Fawkes and used his fire travel to go back to Hogwarts. Several minutes later, he returned with an old and beaten up book that had a hole seemingly burned through it. Placing it on the table, he looked up at Rose and Veronica who blinked. "Well, do you sense anything?"

The two closed their eyes for a moment before they opened them and nodded, Veronica speaking up. "It's a lot weaker then with Harry, but... it seems to be causing the same resonance..." Interested, she narrowed her eyes. "It's almost like how us animatronics can sense that another's possessed, but different. Like a high pitched hum is the best that I can describe it as."

Clapping his hands, Dumbledore grinned as the twinkle in his eye increased. "Excellent! I believe that if I use my connections to bring the remains of Tom's snake, then that should increase this... resonance that you speak of. If possible, I would like either or the both of you to accompany me to some suspect places..."