When They Meet

Chapter Three-Trading Memories

Ron's POV~

Once we arrived at 12 Grimmuald Place and took turns telling the story of the last six years. He continued to amaze us by telling us who was behind each event and how it had been done before we finished the story. The entire time Hermione was staring at him with an amazed look on her face. When we finished telling our story he glanced at Hermione, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"One because your brilliant, two because I've wanted to meet you for almost seven years."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a very bad man. He would take people and strap them to bombs, he forced them to speak for him. He wanted the amazing detective to solve his puzzles. One time he took a little girl, almost eleven. He gave the amazing detective twelve seconds to figure out one of his puzzles or the little girl would be blown up. With a second to spare he solved the puzzle. The girl was saved. The next day she got a letter telling her she was a witch and she went to a special school and devoted her time to becoming smart cause she wanted to become brilliant, she wanted solve puzzles, just like the detective. Six years later she leaves school to help her best friend with his impossible quest to save the world from the horror of a dark wizard and suggested that they ask the amazing detective to help, because no matter how hard she try's she'll never solve puzzles like him."
The three of us looked at her shocked, "Yo-you were the little girl?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes."
"Would like to know what happened to the bad man?"
"Yes."
"One day he had me standing on the roof with him. He had snipers ready to kill the three people that mattered to me in the world, Greg, Mrs. Hudson, and John. My choice was to jump or they would be killed. The only way I could save them was by either convincing him to call them off or jump. He knew this and after his speech shot himself. Leaving me to make a choice."
"What did you choose?" I asked.
"I jumped, but I made it due to some help from a few friends. I faked my death and stayed dead for two years. I traveled during that time, I went around killing everyone part of the bad mans ring, I guess I could describe it like that."
"Wow," the three of us said together.
"What was his name?" Hermione asked timidly.
"Jim, Jim Moriarty."
"Oh."
We all sat there grimly. "Okay so I guess you should tell me more about this Tom guy and what you guys believe he has for his 'objects' as we've taken to calling them."
Hermione smiled bitterly, "We know there are six-"
"How did you say they were made?"
"By spitting your soul after killing someone."
"Then, there's seven."
"Wha-"
"Just tell me what you know and I'll explain."
"Okay so, we destroyed his diary and his grandpa's ring. We know one of them was a necklace. A necklace that once belonged to Salazar Slytherin. We believe that another one is his pet snake that he takes with him everywhere. So that makes four."
"He was rather fond of Hogwarts, was he not?"
"Yes, he was," Harry said.
"Then wouldn't it make since that he would like to use the different symbols for the house. He couldn't use the sword, obviously, but did the other founders have similar objects?" he asked.
"Well, it's rumored that Rowena Ravenclaw had a magical diadem and Helga Hufflepuff might have had a cup."
"Those two are most likely the other two horcruxes. Now you said that Tom returned to Hogwarts after he finished school?"
"Yeah," Harry once more answered.
"Okay, what are the odds he hid one in the school? Do you know any places where it could have been hidden?"
We sat there for a bit. Then suddenly Hermione turned to Harry, "Harry, you hid that potions book in the Room of Requirements, correct?" He nodded. "Well the room you his it in, you think it looks like a logical place to hide something like that?"
"Yeah, now that I think about it, there where all kinds of weird stuff in there. Its quite possible for it to be in there."
"Okay then, now we need to figure out the locket and the cup. Now, you said someone with the initials R.A.B. took the locket?"
"Yes, but we haven't figured out who he is yet."
"Well, your godfather said he didn't get along with his family correct? He said he didn't get along because he wasn't a Death Eater?"
"Yes, that is what he said," Harry answered.
"Did he have any brothers?"
"Yes, they have rooms in the house, maybe we can go look around."
"Well, let's go!" he said jumping up and heading towards the stairs. We got up and followed him. When we caught up he was standing in front of a door with the initials R.A.B.
"Wow, never would have guessed," Harry muttered.
Sherlock pushed the door open and looked around. "You guys said there was a House Elf that belongs to you, Harry?"
"Yes, his name is Kreacher."
"Call him please."
"Kreacher! Come here!" Harry said.
There was a slight pop, then Kreacher was standing in front of us. "Now, I understand you know what became of the locket?"