He who must not be Loved. [d.m]

7-3

"Merlin, Y/n. That's one perk of being his daughter."

I apparated right into the living room— or what I assumed to be the living room. I turned around— quickly screaming to see three figures ahead of me. They flinched, turning back with their wands upright. Merlin's sake, it was Harry, Hermione and Ron. I sighed in relief.
"Stupefy!" Hermione shouted. Right, my hood was on. I groaned softly, pulling my hood off. "Y/n!?" Harry shouted, running towards me. "Hello, Harry." I said, giving him a short smile before he pulled me in for a hug.

Hermione forced me to sit down while I told them about everything. ".. so you're a deatheater now?" Ron asked, scrunching his nose slightly. I glared at him, pursing my lips. "Fuck's sake, Weasley. I'd just begun to like you." I sigh, rubbing my head. "Uhm— no, I'm not saying anything." He stammered. "Your face sure is." I said.

"Look, I know this looks bad. But I had no choice. I didn't even want this!" I shouted, looking at the three. Hermione sighed. "How can we trust you?" She asked. "Let's see, Granger. Well, for starters I'm not going around killing mud bloods, am I?" I asked, harshly. She pursed her lips. "Fine." She sighed before getting up.

"I think I've found something." Harry said. When did he get there. I walked towards him, reading the label on the door. "Regulus Arcturus Black. Who's that?" I said. "R.A.B." Ron said. Well, I missed a lot.

"I have stolen the real hocrux and intend to destroy it." Harry said, reading the small sheet of parchment with a locket beside him. "Let me get this right— Voldemort has seven horcruxes. We have to find them, destroy them and then we can kill him..?" I asked, looking around. "And those horcruxes can be anything. Like, literally anything." Hermione said. I sighed.

There was soft rustling from the corner as we all stood up. Harry slowly walked towards the little door, opening it. Kreacher. He quickly pulled the elf, keeping a hold of him as I made my way to Harry. "Been spying on us, have you!?" Harry shouted, glaring at the elf. "Kreacher has been watching." He snarled. "Maybe he knows where the real locket is?" I asked. "You ever seen this before?" Harry asked, the fake horcrux in his hands.

The elf wouldn't respond. "Kreacher?" I warned. He looked up at me, eyes widening slightly in fear as he recognised who I truly was. I suppose everyone knew by now. "It's Master Regulus's locket.." he muttered. I took a step closer as he backed away. "But there were two. Where's the other one?" I asked. "Kreacher doesn't know." I glared at him, clenching my jaw. "Kreacher swears!" He stammered.

"Merlin, Y/n. That's one perk of being his daughter." Ron said. I rolled my eyes.

"Did you ever see it? Was it in this house?" Hermione asked from behind me. "Filthy mudblood!" He spat. I rolled my eyes, pointing my wand at him. "Quiet, Kreacher!" I yelled as he stopped speaking. "Answer her." Harry said. "Yes.." he muttered. "It was here. The most evil object. Before Master Regulus died, he ordered Kreacher to destroy it.. but no matter how hard Kreacher tried, he could not." He said.

"So you know where it is?" I asked. "He came in the night.. he took many things. Including the locket." Kreacher said. I sighed. "Who did?" Harry asked. "Mundungus.." he said. "Find him." I ordered. He mumbled something before vanishing away.

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By the next day, news had spread about my disappearance. With the whole of the Wizarding World knowing— the aurors were out to kill me. And the Deatheaters were out to kill Harry.

"Found one more." Ron sighed, placing newspapers from the Daily Prophet with my picture.

"Y/n; He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's only living heir.
Wanted DEAD."

I swallowed softly at the headlines. I didn't blame them. Who would believe Voldemort's daughter to be on the good side?

Hermione and Ron began playing the piano. A ridiculous tone— if I may add. I sat on the couch, my arms folded as I thought of Draco. Was he in trouble? I couldn't send him letters. He could be dead for helping me escape. Voldemort would kill him.

There were sudden shouts, snapping me out of my trance as all of us rushed towards them. "Harry Potter, Y/n! So long it's been!" Dobby's voice would never go unrecognised. My face lit up at the familiar elf. "Hello, Dobby." I said. "Get off me!" Shouted who I assumed was Mundungus. Kreacher was clawing at his throat while Dobby stuck to his leg.

A quite hilarious scene if you weren't being tracked down by the Wizarding World. "Expelliarmus." Hermione shouted, getting a hold of his wand. "What are you playing at? Setting a pair of house elves after me?" He shouted as Dobby hopped on to the table, sitting facing me.

"Dobby was simply curious and then Dobby heard the mention of Harry Potter and Y/n Riddle!" Well, if there's one other person who'd treat me normal— that'd be Dobby. "Dobby knows Y/n is no harm! Dobby believes Y/n." He said. I smiled. "Thank you, Dobby." I said. "And then Dobby saw the thief." Mundungus cut him off. "I'm no theif!" He shouted. "You're a thief, Dung. Everyone knows it." Ron said, startling me with his sudden presence as his shadow towered over mine. "Master Weasley, so good to see you again!" Dobby said as they shook hands.

"Could I help it that Mad-Eye fell off his broom!? I panicked!" He said as I widened my eyes. "Mad-Eye's dead?" I said. "There's a lot you've ought to be caught up on, Y/n." Ron said. I rolled my eyes. "When you came here, you found a locket. Am I right?" Harry asked. "Why? Was it valuable?" He asked. "You still got it?" Ron spoke.

I sighed, pulling away as I stopped listening to the next conversation. My head began paining. I rubbing my temple, closing my eyes.
"Y/n."
I opened my eyes again, widening them as I heard the familiar sound. Voldemort. He was in my mind.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Hermione asked. I nodded my head. "Uhm.. I think I need some water." I muttered. She nodded quickly giving me her steel water bottle.

I took a large gulp, trying to get rid of the pain and his voice. She rubbed my back as I sighed in relief. It was gone.

My eyes landed on the newspaper ahead of us. Umbridge. Thought the centaurs had killed her two years ago. "Okay. We have to get the locket from her. Not at all hard." Ron said. "Except she works in the Ministry and both Harry and I would be as good as dead if we stepped foot in there." I scoffed. "Exactly why a Polyjuice potion comes in handy." Hermione said, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.

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