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IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER??????

Harry startled awake as a wave of dark energy washed over them. They sat up from their spot on the floor, careful not to wake either Ron or Hermione who were sprawled out next to them. They had fallen asleep while watching movies on their mini dvd player. Still, the most pressing matter was the annoying buzz of dark magic polluting the air in the room.

They forced themself to stand and stepped through the messy tangle of limbs that their best friends made up. That buzzing energy grew stronger as they padded through the halls of the house. Dark energy poured from the library as the buzzing grew louder and louder. A loud creak emanated from the door, causing them to wince slightly before stepping fully inside.

A silver locket with a large amber stone lay on the floor in front of one of the locked cabinets. Whispers filled their head as they stepped closer, promises and threats in equal measures. They stopped in front of the locket, a small grimace present on their face. After a second of deliberation, they picked up the locket.

"Well, it had been quite some time since someone other than that blasted house elf has seen me," an older version of Tom Riddle stood between them and the door. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties and the eye bags he sported comforted the petty side that they hid so well. "Though I must ask who you are?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. I do have a question for you though, what exactly are you?"

"And why would I tell some unnamed child that? Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Do you want me to answer that honestly? Well, it doesn't matter. I've dealt with something just like you before and I can do so again."

Harry ignored the angry questions from the man in front of them as they spoke to Geegee, his shadow companion who was named by Hermione. She had no clue if she could destroy the thing inhabiting the locket, but was game to try. The two decided that she would take the form of a dire-wolf; they had been playing a lot of video games with Hermione recently.

They were brought out of their mental conversation by Riddle grabbing their arm. Now, this would have ended far differently had this happened a year before. During the school year, Harry had done mandatory mind healing with Snape and was taught self defense by Sirius and Remus. So, Riddle had just fucked up, badly.

Without a word, Harry gently grabbed the man's wrist before twisting themself around and throwing him over their shoulder. They proceeded to slam their foot into the man's throat to keep him pinned to the floor as they tossed the locket at a particularly large group of shadows in the corner. Geegee leapt out and snagged the locket midair.

The man screamed in pain as the dire-wolf crunched down on the locket. Flickering and fading before disappearing, Harry moved to help his companion while she hacked and coughed trying to get rid of the bad taste. He easily helped her transform into a more human form: she had black hair that went down to her waist, brown eyes, and a crooked smile. She was taller than them by a few inches and could easily pass as their older sister.

"Let's get something to drink. We could probably convince Kreacher to make hot chocolate for us!"

"Fine, but I want at least twelve marshmallows after the hell you just put me through!"

Remus found the two leaning against each other at the dining room table, fast asleep with two empty mugs sitting in front of them. Kreacher had placed a blanket over the two at some point, but it couldn't have been comfortable by any means. He shook the two awake and sent them stumbling back to Harry's room where they collapsed into the pile of teenagers on the floor.

It was around ten when the four teenagers finally made it into the dining room, half awake and very hungry. Kreacher had made them pancakes, as requested by Geegee, and also had cut up fruit ready. The four devoured their breakfasts, mostly ignoring the two adults who watched them with a mix of concern and exasperation.

Plates and bowls were passed between them almost too fast to keep track of. There were no words spoken, they just knew when to catch and where things got passed to. At some point Harry had poured themself coffee without ever missing a pass. Overall, it was pure chaos but no one got hurt.

"And how was your night?" Sirius's teasing comment received four matching glares and one very rude gesture from Hermione.

"I killed a man and fed him to Geegee. We also had hot chocolate, so it went pretty well."

Amid the sputtering coming from Sirius and Remus's desperate attempt at remaining calm, they told the story of the locket. Geegee grimaced when they mentioned her part in destroying it, the taste still lingered. The two adults were already making plans to confer with Snape on what the locket could have been, and they were given some of the remaining pieces to use!

"Hey Siri, could we go to the park? It's only a few blocks from here!"

"That's fine, but you all need to be home by three," Remus called out as he dragged his mate to fire call Snape. "And no magic outside of the house!"

"We know!"

The four got dressed in muggle clothes, Harry finally having an excuse to wear some of their new wardrobe, and raced to the nearby playground. Ron won, unsurprisingly, with his freakishly long legs. They collapsed into a pile of heavy breathing and laughing.

The four spent their day at the park playing stupid little games, some taught to them by Hermione and others they made up. They weren't the only ones at the park, but they made sure to stay away from the younger kids, not wanting any upset parents or accidental injuries.

At three exactly, they returned to Grimmauld, still laughing and joking happily. They made it inside and had been in the process of taking off their shoes when someone had come around the corner. Snape had been moving too fast for them to realize who it was and he hadn't anticipated the loud shriek from Harry. Said shriek was followed closely by a shoe.

"I'm so sorry! You startled me and it was the first thing I could grab!"

"At least you've taken your self defense seriously," Snape groused, holding an ice pack to the bump on his head. He glared at Sirius who was still wheezing and laughing. "At least someone is prepared in this house."

"So what was the locket? I've been dying to know!" Hermione cut in before Sirius could respond to Snape's taunt.

"The locket was a bit of very nasty dark magic called a horcrux. We believe there are more and that they are what is keeping the Dark Lord alive."

"Like the diary! If we find all of these things we could actually get rid of Tim Roddle!"

The group spent the day discussing what could have been used as a horcrux. The topic, while grim, didn't stop the teens from cracking jokes and laughing. Even Hermione made a few. The only real issue they could see was Dumbledore's interference, but they had some leverage over the old man. This was the beginning of the end for Tim Roddle aka Moldywart.