(Under Construction) Team Horcrux: a Harry X Voldemort|Tom

The Chase...

A/N: Parseltongue and Newspaper/Letters and Canon Divergence

Narrator's POV

Harry sat with Locket in a hotel room in a nearby city since the Shack was not a place one would want to spend a night, Diary and Ring were talking across the room.

Harry looked at Locket, "So where to next, Locket?"

"The other two horcruxes I know of are in Hogwarts and Gringotts, so I think it would be a better idea to go after Voldemort next." Locket answered

Harry gulped, he was hoping to delay that for awhile, "So soon?"

"It'd be better to defeat him and force him to rejoin the soul, get his memories to find out if there us a seventh Horcrux and go from there. I could probably pose as him for awhile once solid since I can portray him best to get Chalice since he's in the LeStrange Vault." Locket informed

"Oh." Harry muttered

"Everything else should be simpler from there." Locket said

Harry laughed nervously, "Yeah."

***

Ring and Diary were sitting on the windowsill, talking quietly.

"So you're in a relationship with Harry?" Ring asked

"Yes." Diary said

"Because Locket seems more like his boyfriend than you do at the moment." Ring said, planting a seed of doubt and jealousy in Diary's head

Diary turned to see the pair on the other side of the room, Harry laughing at something Locket said, jealousy rising.

Ring smirked while Diary was distracted, he really didn't care about wooing the boy like the other two were, but Locket presented the better plan so he was helping him steal Harry away.

***

Draco looked in the mirror, splashing water from the hotel room sink into his face, he was currently at the Leaky Caldron and he had spent all day looking for Harry Potter in Diagon and Knockturn and all the surrounding Wizarding Area, so he would be moving on to Muggle London in the morning.

Which would be in three hours, might as well sleep.

Draco looked in the mirror once more, there was no way he could sleep tonight, not with his family's lives on the line.

"Stupid Potter, making my life difficult at every turn." Draco muttered, splashing more water on his face

***

Albus Dumbledore was a man who had many many many secrets, but none as big as the one in his office.

His familiar, Fawkes, contained his biggest secret, the fact that Fawkes was actually Gellert Grindlewald in disguise.

He and Gellert had been in a relationship since they were teenagers, since little before Ariana died.

A century earlier, Albus and Gellert sat in a clearing talking about there plans for the future.

"ALBUS, WE HAVE TO TALK!" Aberforth Dumbledore shouted, running into the clearing that they were in

"What's wrong, brother?" Albus asked

"YOU HAVE NEGLECTED ARIANA FOR LONG ENOUGH! MOTHER AND FATHER LEFT HER IN YOUR CARE AS THE ELDEST AND YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING!" Aberforth shouted

Ariana suddenly entered the field, "ABERFORTH, STOP THIS!"

"Go away you two, Albus and I were talking. Shoo." Gellert deadpanned

"YOU GO AWAY! ALL OF THIS STARTED WHEN YOU SHOWED UP!" Aberforth shouted

Annoyed, Gellert cast "Crucio" on him, making Aberforth scream in pain.

Once the curse ended, Aberforth got himself up, and pulled out his wand, "Go hide, Ariana, this won't be pretty."

"I'm not going anywhere." Ariana refused, as three-way fighting began between the three males

Gellert and Aberforth threw curses at each other while Albus defended both —as annoyed as he was with his brother, he didn't want him to die.

Tired of this pointless fight, Gellert raised his wand, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

"NO!" Albus screamed, casting a spell to stop the curse from hitting his brother

And while he was successful in saving his brother, but unfortunately, the curse redirected to hit Ariana —who had refused to hide.

Aberforth looked to his older brother in horror, "ALBUS, HOW COULD YOU!"

Albus froze, "It was an accident."

"YOU'RE FRIEND SURE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS GOING TO KILL ME, BUT NO, YOU KILL HELPLESS ARIANA INSTEAD!" Aberforth screamed

***

Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, watched as hid most loyal followers tortured a traitor, Wormtail cowering nearby,
—not that he cared.

He was no closer to finding Harry Potter, his useless followers not capable of finding one seventeen year old boy....