AN: Anything you recognize is JK Rowling's.

Sirius POV

Emily was curled up on the couch between Tonks and Jean tear stains on her cheeks. It had been a week since we had saved her and she had taken a shine to the two women in the house. Remus had killed Rabastan and buried him and Emily's parents in a forest that wasn't too far from the girl's house. I had a feeling Voldemort wouldn't be happy when he found out what happened. Remus was sleeping off his night during the full moon. We still had two families to save but I had to wait for Remus to recover.

Herman walked over to me a frown on his face. "What will you do with her?"

"Honestly, I haven't a clue." I whispered rubbing my hand against my eyes.

"She'll have to stay here of course." Tonks said standing from the couch. I turned to her and nodded.

"That's the only thing I can really think of. We really can't send her to America alone. Would you two be willing to look after her?" I asked turning to look at Jean and Herman.

"Of course." Jean said shifting Sebastian who was sleeping in her arms. "But what about after the war. She's an orphan now."

"I'll think of something." I muttered blowing a strand of hair out of my eyes. The problem was I had a feeling she wouldn't be the only orphan by the end of the war.

Hermione POV

Harry and Ron were playing a muggle card game and I was reading Hogwarts a History as some form of comfort. I could barely feel Sirius these days and it was beginning to get to me.

"I still don't understand what fishing has to do with cards." Ron said placing down some cards. I snickered and lowered my eyes to the book.

A deafening crack echoed around us and I jumped up from my spot on the cot my wand in hand. Kreacher was struggling with Mundungus who was trying to squirm away. "Kreacher has returned with the thief Mundungus Fletcher, Master."

Mundungus scrambled up and pulled out his wand; but I quickly waved my wand through the air. "Expelliarmus!"

Mundungus' wand soared into the air, and I deftly caught it. Wild-eyed, Mundungus dived for the tent flaps: Ron rugby–tackled him, and Mundungus hit the ground with a muffled crunch.

"What?" he bellowed, writhing in his attempts to free himself from Ron's grip. "Wha've I done? Setting a bleedin' 'ouse-elf on me, what are you playing at, wha've I done, lemme go, lemme go, or—"

"You're not in much of a position to make threats," Harry said his eyes flashing. He threw aside his cards, crossed the tent in a few strides, and dropped to his knees beside Mundungus, who stopped struggling and looked terrified. Ron got up, panting, and watched as Harry pointed his wand deliberately at Mundungus' nose. Mundungus stank of stale sweat and tobacco smoke. His hair was matted and his robes stained.

"Kreacher apologizes for the delay in bringing the thief, Master," croaked the elf. "Fletcher knows how to avoid capture, has many hidey-holes and accomplices. Nevertheless, Kreacher cornered the thief in the end."

"You've done really well, Kreacher," Harry said smiling as the elf bowed low.

"Right, we've got a few questions for you," Harry told Mundungus, who shouted at once.

"I never meant for my plan to get Mad-Eye killed!" He yelled his eyes darting around. "Killin' me won't bring 'im back!"

"As much fun as that sounds I don't want kill you Dung." Harry said sarcastically keeping his wand on Dung.

"Well then, why the 'ell am I being 'unted down by 'ouse-elves? Or is this about them goblet I took from Sirius? I ain't got none of 'em left, or you could 'ave 'em—"

"You stole from my husband?!" I yelled my eyes widening.

"Hermione not now." Harry muttered barely glancing at me. "It's not about the goblets either, although you're getting warmer," Harry said "Shut up and listen."

Harry's wand was now so close to the bridge of Mundungus' nose that Mundungus had gone cross-eyed trying to keep it in view. His temper had been so close to the surface lately I was surprised he hadn't hexed Mundungus yet.

"When you cleaned out his house of anything valuable," Harry began, but Mundungus interrupted him again.

"Sirius never cared about any of the junk—"

There was the sound of pattering feet, a blaze of shining copper, an echoing clang, and a shriek of agony; Kreacher had taken a run at Mundungus and hit him over the head with a saucepan I had brought.

"Call 'im off, call 'im off, 'e should be locked up!" Mundungus screamed, cowering as Kreacher raised the heavy-bottomed pan again.

"Kreacher, no!" Harry shouted his eyes wide.

Kreacher stopped his thin arms trembled with the weight of the pan, still held aloft.

"Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?"

Ron laughed and I snorted. Who knew Kreacher had a sense of humor?

"We need him conscious, Kreacher, but if he needs persuading, you can do the honors," Harry said.

"Thank you very much, Master," said Kreacher with a bow, and he retreated a short distance, his great pale eyes still fixed upon Mundungus with loathing.

"When you stripped this house of all the valuables you could find," Harry began again, "you took a bunch of stuff from the kitchen cupboard. There was a locket there." Harry said his voice thick. "What did you do with it?"

"Why?" Mundungus asked, "Is it valuable?"

"You've still got it!" I cried my eyes wide.

"No, he hasn't," Ron said shrewdly. "He's wondering whether he should have asked more money for it."

"More?" Mundungus said, "that wouldn't have been effing difficult... bleedin' gave it away, di'n' I? No choice."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked his eyes wide with shock.

"I was selling in Diagon Alley, and she come up to me and asks if I've got a license for trading in magical artifacts. Bleedin' snoop. She was gonna fine me, but she took a fancy to the locket an' told me she'd take it and let me off this time, and to fink meself lucky."

"Who was this woman?" Harry a small frown on his face.

"I dunno, some Ministry hag." Mundungus considered for a moment, brow wrinkled. "Little woman. Bow on top of her head." He frowned, then added, "Looked like a toad."

Harry dropped his wand in shock and hit Mundungus in the face. His eyebrows caught fire and I waved my wand putting out the flames automatically. But I was in shock. We all were. Dolores Umbridge had the Horcrux. How the hell were we going to get it from her?

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