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Y/N: DOWN!
He suddenly shouted, as two Killing Curses flew past them.
Y/N got back up, his wand pointed straight at their chests.
Y/N: Interitus!
He shouted, as blue flames erupted from the tip of his wand, turning one of them to a pile of fuming ashes.
Hermione: Petrificus Totalus!
She shouted, paralyzing the remaining one.
Y/N was looking at the pile of ashes, panting.
Y/N: Harry, Ron, Hermione are you alright?
He asked.
Ron scoffed.
Ron: We should be asking you that.
He said.
Harry: You're shaking like a leaf.
He pointed out.
Y/N: Nah, I'm fine. Anyway, what are we going to do with that idiot over there?
He said, glancing at the paralyzed guy on the floor.
Harry: We'll erase his memory.
He said.
Ron: You're the boss.
He said, shrugging.
They then looked at Y/N, waiting.
Y/N looked at them.
Y/N: What?
He asked, raising a brow.
Ron: Are you waiting for an official invitation?
He asked.
Y/N: Wait, who ever said I had to do it? Why not Hermione?
He asked.
Harry sighed.
Harry: Y/N, just do it already.
He said exasperatedly.
Y/N looked at the Death Eater, sighing.
Y/N: You should burn in Hell. All of you.
He spat venomously at him, raising his wand.
Y/N: Obliviate.
He muttered, as the Death Eater's eyes went dull.
He then turned around.
Y/N: Guys, we can't keep going like this. They're after us. We can't risk wandering through the city all day. We need a place to use as a base. A place only we know.
He said.
Harry smiled.
Harry: I know the perfect place.
He said.
Without delay, they apparated in Grimmauld Place. After Sirius' Death, Harry had inherited his house, and even Kreacher.
They waited, as the building appeared before their eyes, and then got in. Just as the door closed behind them, the dust on the floor started floating in the air, forming a tall figure.
The tall figure, vaguely resembling Dumbledore, started making its way towards them, but then, before it could reach them, it faded away.
Y/N gulped.
Y/N: I suppose that was Moody's doing.
He muttered.
Hermione nodded.
Hermione: He set that thing as some sort of guard to scare Snape, if he ever decided to come back here.
She said.
That night, they all slept together in the Living Room.
The following morning, Y/N was suddenly woken up by the sunlight filtering through the curtains.
He shifted to a sitting position, rubbing his eyes lazily.
When he turned around, however, he couldn't see Harry. His gaze shifted to Ron and Hermione, who slepts close together, their fingers brushing against each other.
He decided to get up and search for Harry. But to his surprise, he hadn't gone far.
He was standing in front of a closed door, on the upper floor.
Y/N: Harry, what are you doing here? And most importantly, how the fuck are you up so early in the morning?
He asked, startling the boy.
Harry let out a sigh.
Harry: Don't scare me like that, Y/N!
He hissed.
Harry: Anyway, I finally found out who R.A.B. is.
He added, pointing to the door in front of him. On the door was a golden plaque with the words "Regulus Arcturus Black" etched on it.
Y/N's eyes widened.
Y/N: Regulus Arcturus Black... R.A.B. is Sirius' brother?!
He said.
Harry nodded.
Harry: Slughorn mentioned him, last year.
He muttered.
Y/N: Wait... So this means the real horcrux must be hidden in here, somewhere!
He said.
Harry: KREACHER!
Harry shouted.
Kreacher slowly made his way towards them.
Kreacher: Master has called Kreacher?
He asked, before muttering insults and curses under his breath.
Y/N took out the fake horcrux, and showed it to Kreacher.
Y/N: Have you ever seen this before?
He asked.
Kreacher eyed the fake horcrux, clearly in difficulty.
Kreacher: It used to be here... Before that guy took everything away. It was with the all the things he stole from my Lady!
He said.
Y/N: Who stole it?
He asked.
Kreacher: That Mundungus Fletcher scum stole it.
He hissed venomously.
Harry: Bring him here. Can you do this for me? We'll punish him, I promise you.
He said.
Y/N's eyes glistened maliciously.
Y/N: Ooh, I'll make sure to punish him real good.
He said slowly, smiling evilly, causing Harry to sweat drop.
Harry: That's a bit excessive, Y/N.
He said.
Kreacher looked at Y/N, his eyes shining.
Kreacher: Kreacher will bring him here.
He said, as he vanished into nothingness with a feeble pop.
Harry looked at Y/N.
Harry: Do you really want to punish him for stealing those things?
He asked.
Y/N: I still want to make that bastard pay for leaving Moody to die, and yes, no one steals from your grandfather and gets away with it. Not while I'm still alive.
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