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(srry about disappearing like that and taking me and harry out for that long. Harry, are you there??????)

I decided this should go somewhat unorthodox and into an hpff type of story

HE TOOK THEM!

   All three of them grimaced at the sound of the shrieking voice that belonged to Sirius's mother. They went up the stairs and approached the painting cautiously, but it did them no good when she saw them.

"STAY BACK, I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! BLOOD TRAITORS!!"

"What did they take?" Harry asked, trying not to show how much he hated her for hating her son.

"NOTHING THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW, NOW LEAVE MY HOME!!"

"Well actually, it's his home, isn't it?" Ron asked, but Ginny gave him a look that told him to keep his mouth shut.

At that remark, Sirius's mother screamed and the curtains on either side of her closed and there was silence. Harry was troubled, but then he had an idea.

"C'mon, let's go for now, I think I know how to get her to talk."

They went downstairs and left back for the burrow.  When they got back, Hermione was in a better mood but she seemed a little upset that they went somewhere without her. They told her where they'd been and she seemed slightly shocked. She looked at Harry inquiringly and then Harry made a decision.

"Dumbledore told me not to tell anyone else about the events that took place before his death and everything, but he always let me tell you guys, except for you, Ginny, but I think he would be okay with you guys knowing. Remember when I spent all that time researching Horcruxes and everything? Well, I found out."

"So what are they, then?" Asked Hermione and Ron.

"It's a very dark magic in which part of your soul is perserved in an object so that you are immortal. You have to kill someone for it to work though, and if the horcrux is destroyed, you are mortal once again."

Three pairs of eyes instantly turned their eyes on Ginny Weasley.

"How, did you know that???" Asked Harry, shocked at what she had just said.

"Seeing as you're finally opening up to us about all this, I think you guys should know now, even though Dumbledore also told me not to tell anyone, but I am a psychic."

Ron's mouth dropped and it seemed like he was getting ready to swallow a gnome whole. "You-you can read...??"

"Yeah, I can read minds."

Thanks, can't write much today though


When they got to Number Twelve Grimauld Place, the place looked deserted. Although that was the way it had been when the Order occupied it, something told Harry that the Order had never returned even after it was established that the place belonged to Harry.

"They never got around to coming back, and probably won't now that Dumbledore died." Ron said.
"Yeah, there was a discussion about it, but if Snape is really with Voldem0rt, then he can tell him where we were without any problems."

This troubled Harry, but he didn't know why. They opened the door without difficulty; it was unlocked. Ron was about to speak but Harry gestured for him to keep quet, and the Ron remembered Sirius's mom. As they approached the stairs, they heard weeping. Sirius's mom was crying?? Harry figured that since everyone had left, she'd be happy to spend the rest of her miserable existence alone in her glorious house. But, it was definately her crying.

wait, maybe his mom was mentions because of her portrait, but he doesn't have to talk to regulus. It's antoher mystery as to what happens, but i think harry has to look for it again and go to azkaban and have a little talk with mundungus and find out who he gave it to

*Brian suddenly got up and left*

~Harry, we have to go somewhere now. I'll tell you more while we leave.~

what about his parents, though?

i've decided to keep writing because i like to do it...

Harry went down the stairs and took his seat at the table. "Good morning, everyone." There were replies amongst the others at the table. He looked around to watch how everyone else was doing. Ron had been a little too harsh on his twin brothers recently, saying that the incident that took place at hogwarts was all their fault, with their stupid powder. He found it hard to even look at them. Bill was healing nicely, although every now and then, some wolvish side of him seemed to surface in short bursts of temper.  Fleur sat next to her fiance and ate her breakfast silently. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley tried to look happy but everyone had combination of fear and sadness around them. Then Harry looked at Ginny. Although Harry seeemed to feel akward around her ever since the Funeral, she seemed to carry on normally and didn't seem to notice anything at all when they were together. Charlie was off somewhere in the world again on dragon business. And Percy, well Harry didn't really care about him, he was a prat.

After breakfast, the weasley's began to get up and go off on their morning routines. Ron looked over to Harry and said, "Quidditch?"

Harry thought it was a good idea, and it helped keep his mind off of things, and today he felt like maybe he was in a better mood.  "Sure, we'll do a 2 versus 2 with Fre-" Harry stopped short, and Ron winced.

"I don't relaly want to play with them right now."

"Ok, fine we'll get...Ginny and Hermione then..."

"Hermione??"

"Well, yeah...who else?"

"Fine, but you get Hermione, I get Ginny."

Ron seemed to be oblivious to the fact that Hermione was sitting next to him, getting redder every word he said.

"WELL MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO PLAY!" She said and stormed off up the stairs.

Harry and Ron looked at eachother puzzled. Ever since Ginny had cut her off last year saying that she'd just make herself look like an idiot talking about quidditch, Hermione had become a little touchy on the subject.

"She was kind of over reacting, right?"
"Yeah, don't worry about it. Let's just go flying somewhere then."

Ginny walked over to them and said, "Hey, it's getting really boring around here, can I come along?"
Before Harry had time to act odd, Ron said "Sure, get your broom."

"Accio Firebolt!!" Harry's heard a sudden crash, and then he heard a shout "OW, IT JUMPED ME, IT JUMPED ME!!" That was either Fred or George, Harry couldn't tell, but both him and Ron were grinning, and soon laughing. Harry's firebolt soon came whizzing toward harry, landing in his hand. Fred came running down with his hand covering his nose.

"Oy! Your broom just bloodied up my nose! I thought I'd been hit by a bloody bludger"

"You des-" Ron seemed like he was about to turn a funny moment into another argument, so Harry cut him off.

"Go see your mom, I'm sure she'll use her wand to heal that."

"That's not funny either, she has no right to confiscate our wands, why can't you two heeal me?"

"Well, Harry's still underage, and I'm too tired...besides, I have to go get my broom, we're going somewhere." Ron gave a look that said, no you're not invited.

     Ginny and Ron showed up with their brooms and they set off. Harry had no real idea what he was doing, but his dreams had given some ideas, and they set off towards the home of his late godfather.

RAB

Regalas Black

Steals locket

in the fifth book slytherin's lockett is in the rooms of n umber twelve grimauld palace

mundungus fletcher or whatever then sells it into the magic world


now the question is, where is it? they have to go to azkaband to talk to mundungus!!!


oooooooohhh we have the weirdest talks at practice!!!

reading

k...i dunno either no one (and i know that's not true) finished the book yet, or this already sucks...im just gonna stop now

This is really good, keep going

it usualt helps to put the message inside of the codes, not outside...

just thought you'd like to know
instead of
just thought you'd like to know

wizard

*brian watched as Harry clutched the lockett, and thought to himself*

Dumbledore died in vain on many accounts, but the fake horcrux can also be looked at as another lead...I need to find out who R.A.B. is.

The thing about this R.A.B. guy is that, did he go back to the cave a second time? I can't see any other way he could have re filled the thing with the potion, and also replace the lockette with a fake, because he couldnt've known which horcrux was really in the cave when he first went...