Chapter Six: R.A.B

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27th October 1981

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27th October 1981

Months after the Fidelius charm was casted Voldemort had been on the hunt for the Potters. He had attempted an attack with the McKinnon's but with the help of an unknown spy the family had been warned about the attack and managed to flee before they could be murdered.

Nearing Halloween the Order had gotten good news. They had found the last Horcrux.

Benjy held up the locket triumphantly, "Had to drink the most disgusting drink, honestly if Marls and Cas weren't there I don't think I would have made it, the amount of Inferni that were there." he told the Order.

"Well done, Mr Fenwick." Dumbledore said, he pulled a long white fang out of his pocket. "I managed to get my hands on a Basilisk fang."

"Oh my god, I can't believe we've actually done it." Benjy said, a grin bearing on his face.

"Don't get too excited Ben, we've still got to destroy them."

"And we've got all the components, it's too easy-"

"Don't jinx it!" Dorcas said, shaking her head. "Where do we start?"

An hour later the Horcruxes had been destroyed leaving only one.

Sirius was handed the Basilisk fang and the locket. 

"Make it count." Marlene told him, patting his shoulder.

He held a tight grip on the fang, looking at the locket for a moment before stabbing it. His brows furrowed as nothing happened.

"What did you do?" Benjy asked.

"Nothing-" he noticed a folded piece of paper that had fallen from inside. He opened it up, reading the words carefully. "Shit."

"What?" Peter asked.

"We need Aries."

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"Are you sure it's him?" Aries asked, looking at the note, the handwriting was no doubt a match.

"It says R.A.B, who else could that possibly be?" Sirius said.

A pit grew in her stomach, she looked up at her brother, "I messed up."

"What do you mean?"

"Regulus... he- he came to me asking for help... what if this is what he needed help with?"

"We don't know that for sure-"

"Sirius-"

"Aries, it's done. This is a fake, we need to find the real thing." he said, holding up the locket.

"Where do you think he hid it?" she asked, ignoring the churning in her stomach.

"There's only one place it could be."

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