A/N: Ha bet you weren't expecting this huh? Two chapters in two days? I'm on top of things this week!!!

Chapter 22: Living Horcrux? Part 3

"Gold cup?" Sirius repeated hours later as they sat at the kitchen table. The bedlam that had occurred after the initial message was massive. There had been so many people in and out of the house with so many different things to say, some hysteric others pissed, that there was no chance of any of them making sense out of it. Dumbledore had showed up for maybe two seconds to tell them the meeting was going to be at 6 in the morning and had left. "What's so exciting about a bloody cup?"

"Who knows." Remus sighed looking into his teacup. "But if we have to be up at 6 don't you think we should be entertaining the thought of going to bed?" Sirius looked up at the clock, midnight.

"I guess." He shrugged but didn't feel tired at all. He had a foreboding feeling about tomorrow.

"Harry's fast asleep..." Remus began. "...I don't like the thought of what Dumbledore is going to tell us tomorrow. I don't think Harry's to keen on it either." He brushed the hair out of his eyes with a sigh. "Come on...we've been working too hard as it is. Let's just get some sleep." They both got to their feet and made for their respective bedrooms. Neither slept a wink, but pondered the different shapes on their ceilings instead, maybe tomorrow wouldn't be so bad...

The most amusing thing about six am is how odd everyone looks when they've been sleep deprived. Indeed most present weren't even out of their pyjama's yet. Harry looked by far the funniest though, he was half passed out on the table top, eyes barely open. His large shirt dangling over the fingers of his left arm as it hung lifeless from the table, the right arm curled around his head as a makeshift pillow.

"Harry...up boy-o" Sirius nudged him slightly as Dumbledore took his seat at the head of the table. Harry sat up groggily and looked over to Dumbledore with little interest. At six in the morning the only interest he had was in his bed.

"My apologies for having you all up at this unfortunate hour." He nodded slightly to everyone. "However it is extremely necessary to do so. Since there is no point in beating about the bush I shall jump right into the point of this meeting. I have told you before that Voldemort has made 6 Horcrux's aside from himself."

"Up until now we only had a slight idea what the objects may be, one which has already been destroyed, the locket that Sirius had in his boyhood home. The other five have eluded us until now. Though I do not know where they are at this precise moment, save two, I do know what they are." He looked around the room slowly. "Voldemort has always had a fascination with the founders of Hogwarts, especially his ancestor Salazar Slytherin, and I now have proof that he has hidden a piece of his soul in an object that was special to each of them."

"You mean a heirloom of the Founders?" Remus spoke up.

"Precisely Remus." Dumbledore nodded slightly to him. "Before I get too far into that particular arena I would like to point out the other two objects. The first of course was the locket I mentioned earlier, the second being Nagini." There was a whispering between each other at this statement. "It has come to my attention that since his resurrection, the snake has stayed very close to him, has even fed him when he was in dire need. It also explains why Harry sees things from a floor view when he has his nightmares of the Department of Mysteries."

"So we have to kill a snake?" A tall blonde boy questioned. "How hard could that be?"

"Do not become full of yourself Adrian." McGonagall warned. "Remember never judge a creature by it's appearance. I highly doubt the Dark Lord would have an ordinary snake for a pet."

"Too true Minerva, even I do not know the exact properties that the snake possesses, but she is indeed not an ordinary one." Dumbledore looked around the room again as though assessing what should be said next.

"Well?" Sirius snapped. "What are these Heirlooms then?" Dumbledore smiled slightly.

"Very well Sirius. Thanks to the picture we took from Goyle's body last night I was able to confirm my theory that Voldemort did indeed hide his soul in the Founders Heirlooms. The picture you all saw was that of Helga Hufflepuff. And as it stated on the back, her golden cup is now a Horcrux."

"Wait, I've seen a picture on the 5th floor of her, the cup was in the background!" A plump witch spoke up. "But it would be impossible to find it now."

"Not impossible Heidi, just difficult."

"Any idea where it's at?" Flitwick asked. "Any at all Albus?"

"Unfortunately not yet. I am hoping to find something out this evening."

"What are the rest?" McGonagall looking curious.

"The Ring of Salazar Slytherin is the next. I do know where this one is located though I have not decided on a way to go about getting it. It is in a difficult location indeed."

"Well at least we know where's it's at." Sirius smirked. "Better get a move on it though or old Voldie's gonna get it before we do."

"Voldemort is not aware of it's location." Dumbledore smiled slightly. "Which I am sure has gotten him rather upset."

"Good." Sirius growled. "It's about time someone irked him a bit."

"The next Horcrux is the silver bowl of Rowena Ravenclaw. You may also recall this portrait in the hall on the 5th floor Adrian. The object however isn't exactly a bowl, but an old version of a Pensive, empty now of Rowena's thoughts but still priceless to us. Voldemort is unaware that it is indeed a pensive so he has no hopes in finding it."

"And Griffindor's?" Remus asked. Dumbledore sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair. Everyone immediately tensed. It was never good when he sighed like that. He removed his glasses and began to clean them on his sleeve.

"Griffindor's would have been his jewel encrusted sword but that has been sealed in the sorting hat for centuries...I searched for years for anything of Godric's, anything at all, but all his possessions were either destroyed or sealed away in Hogwarts. All save one he could not hide nor would anyone suspect." He placed the glasses back on his face and brought his magnifying eyes up to the group. "His bloodline."

"But there aren't any Griffindor's left Albus." Minerva whispered. "They all died out."

"Unfortunately they did not. They merely changed their name."

"What did they change it too?" Aiden could barely speak as he asked.

"Potter." He looked over to Harry. "A great seer was born into the Griffindor family and foretold of an evil that would destroy they world using the founders names. At this they immediately changed their name so to protect the future."

"But the Dark Lord had to know who the Potter's were! He destroyed the whole family, everyone but little Harry."

"Voldemort was not aware of the linage at all actually. He destroyed them merely because they were a powerful wizarding line." He looked over to Harry. "I know this is much to take in Harry, on top of everything else that you have heard and that has happened to you, but you are the last remaining blood relative to Godric Griffindor."

"So?" Sirius sounded annoyed. "What's wrong with that?"

"Don't you see Sirius?" Albus looked around the room, and it appeared that no one knew what he was talking about. "I told you at the beginning. The only thing left of Griffindor's was his bloodline." It took a moment but slowly it dawned on them. Sirius looked as though someone had slapped him, Remus was looking terrified, and the others were staring open-mouthed at Harry.

"What?" Harry asked looking uncomfortable.

"Harry, you are the final Horcrux." Dumbledore said sadly. Harry looked over to him. He was what? "Of course Voldemort has no idea that you are, thus why he continues to try and kill you."

"But...but I'm not evil!" Harry panicked.

"Of course your not." He sighed setting his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"But if you're gonna destroy every one of them...then-then you're gonna have to k-kill me to!" Tears were gathering as Harry got very scared.

"No we aren't!" Sirius snarled. "No, Dumbledore there has to be a way around this! Something-" At this point the whole room exploded with objections and scenarios. There had to be another way!

"Silence!" Dumbledore, though old, made his voice heard and the room went silent. All except for Harry's crying. "Harry...I would never dream of killing you or asking anyone else to do so." Harry looked up to him. "This is just a minor set back. I will find a way to get the Horcrux out of you, it is not doing any damage to you, nor can it turn you evil. That decision lies with you alone."

"It was an accident that you even became one at all. Voldemort certainly has no idea that you are. I am guessing that when he tried to kill you and it backfired, that his soul split one final time. One piece lodging itself into you, the other escaping to some unknown area. Even though he has returned to power he can not collect the bits of his soul that are dispersed across this country and make his whole again." He smiled slightly and everyone looked confused.

"However there is some good coming out of this situation."

"What the hell could be good about Harry being a Horcrux!" Sirius exploded.

"He can see Voldemort. He knows what he is doing, when something is going to happen, he even knows what is happening at the Department of Mysteries. Harry is a spy with out Voldemort knowing so."

"But couldn't he use Harry back?" Minerva whispered.

"That is precisely why it is extremely important for you to learn Legilimens Harry." He turned to the frightened child and felt very bad for him. "Your lessons are going to get harder Harry, much harder, but you have to learn this do you understand?" Harry nodded silently.

"I-I don't want to be a H-Horcrux!" He cried and Sirius grabbed him and held him to his chest. "I don't want to die!"

"Oh...Harry, your not gonna die!" Sirius didn't know what to do with him. He wasn't exactly a pro at raising children. "It's ok. Dumbledore said he was going to find a way to fix it." Sirius looked over to the older man. "Right?"

"If there is a way...yes I will find it Harry." He looked the boy in the eyes. "There is nothing for you to worry about Harry. I promise you. Just put it from your mind right now." Harry nodded slowly but clung to Sirius's robe tighter as he buried his face into it.

"I think that is enough for now." Dumbledore stood. "Sirius, Remus, I will return this evening to speak with you both. In light of the circumstances you are both relieved of your duties today." He looked to the group. "Please everyone, return to your respective homes, and or, places of work." They nodded and were gone. Dumbledore set his hand on Harry's head.

"I know it is hard Harry but I believe in you." He smiled gently at the boy and disappeared.

"Damn it." Sirius sighed resting his chin on the top of Harry's head as he continued to cry.

"Harry...do you want breakfast?" Remus asked sitting on the other side of Sirius and resting his hand on Harry's back.

"No..." He whispered. Remus looked to Sirius. What were they gonna do? How were they going to help Harry through this? They knew nothing about Horcrux's or what could happen to one if a soul was extracted from it. What were they gonna do?

A/N: Ha!! That was so bad! I like the explanation but before you go all psycho on me it makes sense that Harry would be Griffindor's heir, he lived in Godric's hollow, in book 2 he summoned the Sword from the hat and Dumbledore told him only a True heir could have pulled that from the hat.

Chapter 23: Hufflepuff Pansies; The last two chapters were kinda serious so this next one is about how we get the cup of Hufflepuff...it'll be fun.