Wicked Lestrange

The real locket

Cassondra's POV

I woke up before anyone else. I snuck out of the living room and upstairs. I walked into the room with the tapestry. I looked over it. I traced my fingers over Aunt Andy's burnt picture. My eyes trailed down to my mother. A little vine connected her to another picture. It was me. I looked back up at the whole tapestry.
Everyone who rebelled, had been burnt off. I grabbed my wand and lifted it to my picture. I burnt it. I smirked as all that was left was just my name and a burnt mark.

I left the tapestry room and made my way to Regulus room. I opened the door and was met with a bedroom that looked like the boy version of my room back at Malfoy Manor. Now if I was a teenage boy trying to defeat the dark lord where would I hide my diary? I looked at the bed. The mattress was a moved a little to the left. I smiled and walked over to the bed. I reached down and felt a leather binding.
I grabbed it and pulled it up. Sure enough it was a black book with R.A.B engraved into it.

I opened it. The page I opened it on was dated 8/1/1970. Seven years before he died, he was eleven. I read the page written by a nervous eleven year old Regulus on the first day of going to Hogwarts. He wrote how he hoped he was put in Slytherin so he wouldn't be punished like Sirius was.

I flipped to the very first page. He started writing when he first turned eleven. I read through the first two years of his life before I heard everyone start getting up downstairs. I bookmarked my place and made my way downstairs with the book in hand. He was just a scared little boy. Who had to watch his older brother, his hero get tortured by his parents. He just wanted his parents to be proud of him.

I made my to the kitchen where everyone was sitting. I sat down next to Harry.
" You got up early." Harry looked at me.
" I needed to find something." I told him.
" Did you find it?" Harry asked.
Now everyone was listening. I nodded.
" What is it?" Ron asked.
" The only person who even came close to killing Voldemort. The Diary of Regulus Black." I gently placed the book on the table.

Their eyes all widened. Harry mouthed opened but I cut him off.
" This one stays with me. This is my cousin. My family. Let me deal with this one, please." I said sternly.
Harry gave Hermione a look I couldn't quite read.
" Fine, it stays with you." Harry nodded.

I grabbed the book and placed back in my lap.
Harry took out the locket and read the letter again.
" So did Regulus actually destroy the real horcrux?" Hermione asked.
" The diary ends a day before he died. Before he drowned in the cave." I explained.
" I wish there was someone with him that day that made it." Hermione looked down in defeat.
I thought about my vision. He wasn't alone. He had Krecher.

Suddenly there was a rustling noise in the pantry. We all slowly stood up and walked towards it. Harry opened it and pulled out Krecher. Just the elf I needed to talk to. Harry threw him and Krecher ran and hid behind the table.

" Been spying on us have you?" Harry spat.
I slapped his arm for being rude.
" Krecher has been watching." Krecher said.
" Maybe he knows where the locket is." Hermione suggested.
Harry grabbed the locket and showed Krecher.
" Have you ever seen this?" Harry asked.
" It's master Regulus's locket." Krecher replied.
" But there were two weren't there where is h the other one?" Harry asked.
" It was here. In this house." Krecher said.

" Where is it now did someone take it?" Harry asked.
" He came in the night. He took it." Krecher said vaguely.
" Who was it!" Harry started sounding annoyed.
" Mundungus. Mundugus Fletcher." Krecher hesitated.
" Find him." Harry told him.
Krecher looked up at him.
" Krecher find him." I told him.
He looked up at me and apparated away.

I grabbed the diary again and walked into the living room. I started reading again.

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About an hour later we were still waiting on Krecher. Harry and I sat on the couch his arm around me as I read and he looked at his snitch. Hermione was trying to teach Ron how to play the piano. Keyword trying. Hermione came over to us.

" They have flesh memory you know. That's why I think Dumbledore gave it to you. I thought it would open at your touch." Hermione explained.
Harry looked at it. Then we heard a crashing sound in the kitchen. We all rushed in to see Krecher holding Fletcher and Dobby holding onto his leg.
" Harry Potter!" Dobby exclaimed happily.
Dobby's wide eyes looked at me.
" Cassondra Lestrange!" He smiled.

I smiled at the small elf who made up most of my childhood.
" Good work." I told them.
Dobby jumped on the table.
" Dobby was only trying to help. Dobby saw Krecher in Diagon Ally. Which Dobby thought was curious and then heard him mention Harry Potters name. Then he saw Krecher talk with the thief-" Dobby started.
" Thief?" Fletcher cut him off.

He tried grabbing Dobby. I blasted him into the chair in the corner of the room. The golden trio crowed around him and started asking questions about the locket.
" Who took it?" Harry asked.
" I don't know. A woman dressed in pink. Look like a toad." Fletcher told them.
My head snapped towards them.
" Umbitch." I mumbled.

I left the kitchen and went to Hermione's bag. I reached down and felt for a small trunk. I found it and pulled it out. I opened it and there was hundreds of bottles of potions. The golden trio crowed around me.

" What are you doing?" Harry asked.
" We have to get the locket. And it's not like Me or you can just waltz right in and take it." I looked through the potions.
" So what are we doing?" Hermione asked.
" We're going to waltz in and take it." I found to the right bottle.
They looked at me confused.
" As other people." I smirked and held up the bottle.

They looked at each other with concerned faces.
" It's genius!" Ron said.
" It's crazy." Hermione said at the same time.
" Exactly!" I told them.
" Wait which one?" Harry asked.
" Both." I smirked even more as I pushed past them towards the door.

This was going to fun.