Triad

The Dark Lord.

A/N: I hate that it takes me so long to update, but I can't help it right now.

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Harry remained functional for most of the night, coming up with a plan with Snape to meet with the Dark Lord. The Potions Master insisted this was a bad idea until the girl's stubbornness wore him down. However, the moment Severus left, she collapsed.

Everything was too much, the knowledge that she would soon be dead, the nausea that came with drinking too much vodka.

Hugging her knees, Harriet cried until her eyes swelled so much that she was no longer able to see a foot in front of her. Crying brought no relief, however. As her sobs gradually subsided, the girl got a cold sense of emptiness, of being alone.

There were more pressing matters to be resolved than her suffering, steps Harry needed to take before going to Voldemort to deceive him. A shiver of discomfort shook Potter's body at the thought.

She had yet to gather the rebellion leaders and talk about what she was about to do, but for one night, the girl chose to be selfish over practical. She decided to focus on the things she wanted to know.

She couldn't stop thinking about Regulus' betrayal, and she also would definitely need the help of the boys trapped in the locket if she was to have a chance of succeeding.

Tom wasn't there when Potter entered the locket, and the setting also didn't match the urban district where she always found them. There was only Regulus, flipping through a book whose cover the girl recognized as part of the collection that Dumbledore had taken from the Restricted Section of Hogwarts and hidden in his own office.

Harry immediately identified the location as a graveyard. The low grass was immaculate, and the marble statues adorning tombs and mausoleums followed her steps with judgmental glances. ''Alphard Black'' was the name that read on the grave to which Regulus kept company. He was seated on the ground with a posture as rigid and perfect as that of the monuments.

The instant his cold eyes lifted to the girl, she felt her throat tighten. She was still angry, and the surprise on his face hinted at how stupid Harriet was for getting back there so quickly.

''Harry''. Regulus mumbled with some reverence, getting up from the ground.

"You said you were sorry. I want answers." She replied, impassive. But as soon as the demanding words left her mouth, the girl felt ridiculous. He could laugh at her petulance or lie blatantly again. And that's what Harriet believed he would do until Regulus proved otherwise.

'' Okay ''. The boy said, closing the book to join her.

It was still hard to face him and know that she had trusted him enough to share her deepest secrets, things that neither Ron nor Hermione knew. Before she ended up attacking him again, Harriet cleared her throat and put her hands in her pockets. "Where's Riddle?".

There was a pause before Regulus replied. " Not here. "

Potter's eyes narrowed. "I meant it when I said I'd destroy the locket if you tried to drain me again."

"I'm not lying to you. I don't always know where Tom is. He made a mistake, creating the first Horcruxes. This place has some rules but not many."

Harry knew that the soul was a taboo subject in the magical world. There weren't many studies about it, especially in dividing it.

Taking this into account made it reasonable to believe in Regulus. Voldemort was the only Wizard who had managed to make more than one Horcrux known to history, and he hadn't gone around writing articles on the topic.