Harri gave a small snort at the expressions everyone made as she closed her eyes again, choosing to use her magic to 'see', instead of her actual eyes.

This way, she could feel out everyone's intentions and feelings, and possibly cancel any spells sent to her without casting one of her own. It was useful, and Harri needed to practice with that ability a bit so she decided to keep doing it for the time being.

"Why?" Remus asked, and Harri fought down a twitch. Really, being in an alternate universe was weird enough, but seeing her parents, godfather, and honorary uncle as teenagers? Even weirder. Harri was struck with the thought that she wouldn't be born for another two years.

"Why what? Why make my dagger extra deadly? Why have one in the first place? Why use a Basilisk fang as the blade?" Before he could reply, Harri continued. "All very good questions, all with the same answer: I can, so why the hell not?"

There was a bark of laughter that Harri knew came from Sirius. "She's got you there, Moony."

Harri finally put her dagger (it still slightly amused her that she had grabbed the highly lethal one and not the regular dagger in the same boot) back its sheath in her boot, surreptitiously using the movement from that to repower the charms sewn in as runes between the compressed layers of her clothing. She had to repower them at least once a day, lest she suddenly fall while flying around or climbing up a wall.

Harri had sewn runes into her clothes- as had Neville since the two of them made the clothes together, along with a male version for him- as she made them, giving the clothes a modified sticking charm, the charms used on a broomstick (again modified to fit her purposes), comfort charms, cushioning charms (just in case she fell or wanted to make a dramatic landing or something), and temperature charms. The sticking charm would only activate if she wanted it to, so she could just put her foot on a wall and walk on up or be like a spider or something. The charms from a broom were so that she could give off the illusion of unsupported flight (thus why she also had sticking charms on the inside, not just the outside, so her clothes wouldn't just fly off of her when she activated the flight charms).

Her clothes themselves were Basilisk hide and acromantula silk woven together, making tough, durable, yet lightweight and flexible clothes.

So maybe Harri and Neville chose to fool the wizarding world into believing they were gods using underhanded methods like what they did to win, but oh well. It was astonishing how many people refused to fight them because they thought they could do anything. Well, actually, it made sense.

Pushing aside her thoughts, Harri focused more on her magic swirling around the room. Dumbledore's was amused, and knowing, and Harri knew that he knew what she was doing. Moody's was also knowing, and slightly irritated, so he knew as well. Harri couldn't care less.

The marauders- dammit Peter was here, she'd just have to ignore him for the time being then, as he wasn't a traitor yet (Harri couldn't feel the dark mark, and she knew it well enough to feel it even without using her magic like this)- were all mischievous, James' was a little protective, Sirius' was bold and brash. Just like the man himself, Harri thought fondly. Remus' had a slightly wild feel to it, it was most likely due to the fact that he was a werewolf, and Peter's was timid.

Lily's magic was fierce, protective, yet warm and welcoming. It reminded Harri slightly of the hugs Mrs Weasley always gave her, but… more. Harri wondered if that was the feeling of having a mother. If it was, then Harri could definitely get used to it.

Dung's magic was sneaky and had the feeling of untrustworthiness, just like him. McGonagall's was stern, Doge's was, well, tired, for lack of a better word, and she didn't really care for any of the others.

Jolting back to reality, Harri realized she had been feeling out the Order's magic for a minute or so, and there was a discussion of the war going on. Listening to what was being said, Harri decided that she didn't care to hear it.

Instead, she thought over what horcruxes would exist currently. The diary would be at Malfoy Manor, as Lucius was seven years older than the Marauders and already received it, the locket would be in the basin in the cave, the diadem would be in the RoR, the goblet would be in the LeStrange vault already, seeing as Bellatrix was older than Malfoy, the ring was in the Gaunt hovel, and that was it. Nagini wasn't made a horcrux until Bertha Jorkins' or that muggle's death in the summer before her fourth year, and Harri obviously wasn't one anymore.

Concluding such, Harri stood, deciding there was no time like the present to go begin their collecting. "I'll be back shortly, don't ask where I'm going, you don't want to know."

She left the building, ignoring the protests of the others, and concentrated on the lands around Malfoy Manor, which she had seen once or twice. With a quiet pop, she was there. Casting silencing, invisibility, and concealment charms over herself, Harri stopped for a few minutes to work with the wards to ensure she could get in and out without being detected (thank goodness she had Black blood in her due to Sirius blood adopting her or else messing with the Manor wards wouldn't work, as Malfoy Manor had actually been part of Narcissa's dowry, therefore ancestrally it was a Black home), then walked across the grounds to the front door.

Going inside, she made sure to cast a localized version of an anti-house elf ward on herself so those crafty little buggers couldn't get to her.

Making her way through the manor before finding the dressing room, Harri decided that the Malfoys were worthless rich kids. She already knew this, but it was nice to have confirmation that it was true in both universes.

Harri pulled up the rug and searched for the hidden trap door. She smirked in triumph and sifted around in the mess below the trapdoor.

She didn't care for anything here but the diary.

Harri found it and took it from the small little hidden room and put everything back the way it was, then left the same way she came. She took a small detour to drop by some random forest clearing and stab the thing with her Basilisk dagger before going back to the meeting place.

Harri apparated back to the house the order was in currently, absently dropping the charms to hide her as she strolled in and tossed the diary onto the desk.

"What?" Dumbledore asked, somewhat blankly, staring at the diary. "What is this?"

"That," Harri stated, reclaiming her old seat and sitting position, "used to be half of Voldemort's soul. Now it isn't, because it's dead."