The Journal of Regulus Arcturus Black

Chapter 32. Kreacher's Sacrifice

Dear Regulus,

I need you to know it brings me great displeasure in having to tell you that You-Know-Who made more than one horcrux. It's probably a good idea that you're dead right now because I can imagine the outrage you must be feeling. Just know that your efforts were not in vain and I still plan on uprooting Him. I think there's no, one person, that could possibly know more about the horcruxes that You-Know-Who other than Slughorn.

I have come to really appreciate Professor Slughorn over the course of this academic year, so it'll be hard having to break his trust. Rest assured that I will be one hundred percent Slytherin with him because I think that he'll appreciate it. There's nothing more to do than wait for an answer.

But this is bad, because it means just destroying him is going to be harder than we initially thought. There was a cup, it belonged to Helga Hufflepuff and it was in Bellatrix's vault. I have access to the Lestrange vault and that it a story for another time, but I was in the Chamber of Secrets (I'll tell you about that at a later date too) after Pansy was cursed by Potter (also another riveting story, I can assure you) and Kreacher emptied most of her vaults.

We found a cup in there and I tried to destroy it. I used a bunch of spells but it wouldn't break. It was impenetrable, we both just initially thought that it was cursed, with some sort of ancient magic. We were right of course, we just didn't suspect that it would have been You-Know-Who's horcrux.

I destroyed it of course, I was privy to a basilisk tooth right there so it wasn't hard. But I did it. That's another horcrux destroyed but it also begs the question, how many were made?

Your godson,

Draco Black.

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The next time that Draco woke up it was because of some familiar ruckus going on upstairs. There was the high pitched cackle coming from his aunt, some sort of tussle from her prisoners and shouting. Always shouting. Draco turned his head to the side, wincing with the crink in his neck. Luna and Garrick both helped him sit up properly, "time anyone?"

"Breakfast," Garrick said, sliding a tray of porridge over.

Draco rolled his eyes but bent down, scooping the porridge into his metal spoon and trying his best to stomach it all down. He was really hungry and even though the food tasted of nothing, he finished his entire bite before there were more shouts and another pair of footsteps came down to the dungeons with Wormtail's.

"Dean?" Luna asked, once Peter shoved the boy into the room.

Draco looked up at Dean Thomas, who seemed worse for wear. In reality, he looked a lot better than the rest of the group, just a few scratches here and there, with the occasional leaf and twig tangled in his locks. "No offence, but you look horrendous. What have you been doing? Camping?" Draco gave a grin, waving from his place still on the floor.

"Oh my god Draco?!" Dean raced over, kneeling down and trying to help Draco stand up.

"Do I need to stand?" Draco asked. "I'd quite like to save my energy."

"Harry's here," Dean said.

Draco immediately stilled, which didn't help Dean, who was scooping him up from under his armpits. Luna came and took to Draco's side, helping him finally stand. Draco winced, feeling his kneecaps crack into place and hold him steady whilst he turned to Dean. "So Harry's here?"

"Yep," Dean said, wrapping an arm around Draco's back and trying his best to make the blond lean against the wall. "Ron and Hermione too. Pretty sure Sirius Black was there? With that said, something definitely happened to Harry's face."