The Lost Twin ( Harry Potter Fanfic)

The calm before the storm

Packing really isn't my forte.

Well actually, doing anything that I can't do with my wand isn't my forte.

Lazy, I know.

I stood in the empty girls fifth floor dormitory, staring out the window, at the distance snow capped mountains and thinking about how much my life had changed in the past few months. It felt nice to be alone for a while, the school year had just finished and even though I missed Harry, I knew I had much more important things to do.

Like hunt down Lord Voldemort's Horcruxes and destroy the dark magic that had taken over and nearly destroyed my life. I was going to kill him. I was going to rid the world of the sorcerer that had caused suffering, grief and sorrow.

Given I was supposed to be packing as Dumbledore has requested because of the upcoming adventure (as I liked to call it), yet all I could think of how I had died and came back to life.

How I had escaped Voldemort's wrath again.

How I wasn't safe anywhere and how I knew that Voldemort craved my death, possibly even more than Harry's.

How that I wasn't going to down without a fight, and hell I wasn't going to die without making sure that Voldemort too was on the brink of it.

Groaning, I realized that I didn't actually need anything and packing would be useless, considering I wasn't actually going to take it with me anywhere. I put my black hair up in a ponytail, grabbed my cloak and my new lovely wand courtesy of Dumbledore and looked around the dormitory once more before walking down the staircase and to Dumbledore's office.

Knocking on his office door always gave me an ominous feeling, mostly because Dumbledores length of intelligence and power scared me. Of course I would never admit that to him. Or anyone for that matter.

"Enter," came a low voice from the other side of the door.

Strolling in, I smiled brightly at the headmaster and beamed while I held my wand up, "Ready to go kill some horcruxes?"

He looked at me grimly, "Rose this is not a joke or an adventure or something were doing fun, I need you to be completely serious -

"Of course I'm serious! Do you realize how much I want him dead? Sir, I've never taken anything as serious as I do this!"

Dumbledore smiled and sat down, looking up at me, "Seeing you grow as been one of the greatest pleasures of my life, Rose. You know who you are now, you know what you stand for and I can't stress how important that is."

I sat down, "I know sir, and thank you, thank you for saving me."

He blinked rapidly consecutively giving me the impression that he was truly touched at what I had said and I felt something pull at my heart. Five years ago this man had saved me from the ghastly orphanage, then again from Voldemort and then again, now it was my then to repay the favor. I would take down Voldemort, for Dumbledore, for Harry - for my parents.

Dumbledore stood up suddenly and reached above the giant ornate window behind his desk, above it he reached for the Sword of Gryffindor, that had been laying in its cage since the first day I had stepped into his office.

Before I could question what he was doing, he said, "Rose can you go open that closet?" He pointed to a large cupboard on the other side of the room that I had failed to ever notice. As I walked towards it I realized how strange of a shape it was in, it was made out of gold but it wasn't a normal square-rectangular closet, but a round hole in the wall that opened to contain empty space.

It was a vault.

And it wasn't empty. As I looked in, a gasp left my throat as I reached in for the object that was in the vault. I looked down at it and then back up at Dumbledore. Yet what amazed me the most was the not the clever smile lining Dumbledore's face, but the fact that he had come up with the idea to make a duplicate.

I held the duplicated great Sword of Gryffindor in my hands and wielded it around, pointing it at the ground.

"This is the cleverest thing you're ever done," I said grinning at the fake sword.

Dumbledore let out a chuckle, "it's definately up there."

Dumbledore reached over grabbing the fake sword from my hand and threw me the real one, I spun it around liking the feeling of holding such a powerful object. Yet not because I could destroy basically anything with it but because this was the weapon that Voldemort could be destroyed with and there have me no better pleasure in life to know I had the weapon to kill him in my hands.

Dumbledore took the fake which didn't look any different from the real and placed it back in the cage above his desk, the swore shining, keeping its secrets within it.

I smiled and looked up, "Weapon? check! Wand power? Check! Where too Dumbledore?"

He smiled and picked his wand up turning around and looking out at the dark clouds that ladened the sky, "Were going to go visit Little Hangleton."

"Little Hangleton? Why are we going there?"

Dumbledore smiled, "The Gaunt Shack."

"The Gaunts...Gaunts, why is that name so familiar," I asked mostly to myself trying to remember where I had the name before.

Dumbledore looked at me inquisitely as if waiting for me to answer my own question and blinked in surprised when I jumped in realized.

"The Gaunt Shack? As in Marvolo Gaunt? Voldemort's grandfather! He buried the horcrux there?! The town where his father lived?

Wow that was an easy one, Voldemort really didn't think that one through did he sir?" I asked slightly rambling.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded,"I'm not completely sure, but I do believe so. I'm guessing you know all about Penelope and Tom Riddle Sr.?"

"Bloody hell, I never realized that's what the Voldemort was talking about all those times! He would mention how he was descended from the Gaunts and he accidently slipped and told me his name was Tom Riddle a few years ago! But who's Penelope?"

"Voldemort's mother, if I have the story right, then she either cursed or made Tom Riddle Sr, fall in love with her, conceived Voldemort and left him in an orphanage," Dumbledore paused and sighed, "The power of love, Rose, it's chaotic, yet it's the force that binds everything, that makes the particles that we are."

"Yet it's so destructive," I replied thinking about how that young baby they had conceived was now a mass murdering sociopath.

Dumbledore nodded, grimly, looking at out at the window as if he was making sure it was the right time. The clouds were rolling fast up in the sky and the night was turning darker by the minute.

"Wait where is Little Hangleton?" I asked suddenly confused.

Dumbledore stretched his arm out, holding it out for me to grab and said, "You're about to find out."

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IM SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN SO LONG I TRULY AM I was going to make this chapter longer but then i figured making the next chapter all about finding the horcrux and what it does to Dumbledore and Rose finding about the deathly hallows (yes that's all happening in the next chapter!!!) so I really hope you guys like this one it's just a bit of background, okay enjoy!!

- this isn't edited, but I really want to post it so I'll edit for it grammar tomorrow :) xoxo