A/N: Any long part in the chapter, and the rest of the stroy, that is in italics, is a Harry POV. It's a flash back. Harry thinking back on what happened as he writes.

Chapter One

The Escape

July 6th-We were caught again. A week into the holidays Ron, Hermione Ginny and I tried to leave Grimauld place. I had my doubts about telling my friends about the Horecruxes, but I also knew that I didn't really have a choice. My desire to leave without them was just a fantasy, nothing more. But it was a good one, nontheless.

I was surprised at the way they took it actually. I never expected Ron could be so...calm.

My pants are damp, soaking up the sweat that, surprisingly, found it's way to my palms. I stare at the damp prints on my jeans, avoiding the inevitable. I told them. I told my friends everything Dumbledore told me. And I was horrified. I had imagined this scene a million times in my head: when they became angry at me for not telling them throughout the year, the many times they almost cry at the hoplessness of it all, and the one time they just smiled. Despite all this, I still wasn't prepared to look up.

My arm watch ticked, catching my attention, so I stare at that too. I hear some movement from above me but can't make it out. There is some shifting, cloth on cloth I think, and something hard scraping stone. Then a deep sigh as Ron said, "Harry mate," drawing my head up, "You know what this means, don't you?"

I blink. Odd, the only thought floating it's way past my brain is the lack of thoughts in my brain...Beside Ron the girls just stare at me. I don't know what they are thinking but Hermione's gone awfully pink and looks sick.

"We find the Horecruxes." Ron's voice shoves it's way back into my head, both comforting and surprising, "It's that simple."

We tried to leave without them knowing. It's not that we don't want them to know we're gone, they'll find out soon enough, we just decided it's best not to tell them. Dumbledore didn't and Hermione pointed out that there had to be a reason for that. So, decision made, we weren't going to tell them. The only trouble is, they caught us.

Last time it was Lupin. He turned an ugly green colour when he realized what we were doing. Afterwards, I wasn't allowed to sit in any order meetings. A pity really, but something I can live with. It wasn't like I learned much anyways. No one really knew what they were talking about. Dumbledore's infinit knowledge on the subject wasn't there, and their only spy was gone. Turned traitor. As it was, sadly, I knew more then all of them together.

This time, it was Kretcher. You would think he would be happy to see us leave. But no. He had to cause a ruckus. I think he enjoyed seeing us suffer, stuck in this house. I think the thought of more punishment must have been almost too much to handle, almost too good to be true to him.

He smashed his cup on the floor. Woke up Mrs. Black's painting in the process. Then he smiled that evil little grin of his, the one that makes me want to wring his neck... (I don't like him to much these days--as if I ever really did--not after how he lied to me last year) and not even 10 minutes later, all four of us were locked in our rooms...Again.

That's where I find myself right now. Sitting on my bed, across from Ron. Despite how annoyed I am at the punishment I am happy that I was able, with the help of my friends, to talk the order into letting me stay at Grimauld place. It wasn't that hard. But it wasn't easy either. No one wanted me to stay at the Dursleys, but everyone knew I was there every other summer; and none of them ever thought there wasn't a reason. I suppose there is something to be said about theire free will. I mean, I had hoped they would just accept things when they were told--like they did with Dumbledore--but i guess that (doing what you were told idea) worked only with him.

After a little persitance I was allowed to stay at grimmuld Place. Again, as I said, it wasn't that hard. A little "please" and "how do you know it's important?" followed by "he never mentioned a reason" got me my way. Although, in retrospect, I strongly suspect that none of them really know the importance of why I was staying at the Dursley's. I think only me, Dumbledore and Snape know that...Do you think this make me a bad person? Letting them assume what I want them too...

Hermione's parents are here too, for their safety. Both Ron and Ginny have decided to keep me company. They didn't say, but I suspect it's for their safety too. The fact that the rest of the Weasley's are here doesn't add to my suspicions in the least.

I'm not too upset that we didn't leave last night…Now that I think about it. We don't know really what we are looking for, let alone how to find it…Well, besides going to Godric's Hollow. Hermione said it's best to start at the begining. So, voila, that's what we are going to do. There's no beating her logic.

Honestly, I agreed to this, not just because it's where it happened--that's the one reason why I don't want to go there-- but because I have this perverse want to see it. The place I spent a whole year of my life in. My Home.

July 10th-Not much has changed. We're still locked (not locked really, it's in our "best interest" to stay put) in the house and everyone is still furious at us.

Mrs Weasly and Lupin are the worst though. That's to be expected, I suppose. Mrs Weasly keeps shooting me those hurt looks. I didn't mean to hurt her, but I don't want to be here. What am I supposed to do? Go up to her and explain that no, I don't have a death wish and yes, I understand how I'm hurting you but, you see, there are such a thing as Horecruxes. And Voldemort, you know him, the psycotic man who has this perverse desire to be called "lord". Well, he has seven of them, and it's my job to destry them all and then kill him. See, a cinch.

It's not that bad if we can avoid those too. At least we still can roam the house. I was afraid after the little stunt we pulled a few days back we would be locked in out bedrooms...

Of course, they don't know why we tried to escape…if they did, there attitude would be ten times worse…

July 11th-Hermione keeps muttering to herself. She is sure there is something in the Black library that will help her. I don't have the guts to tell her she might be wrong...

On another note, the extentable ears are, again, useless against the kitchen door. They had thought, since the twins were both in the order, that they didn't need to make the door impenitrable. I don't know why I care...They are just making stabs for the answer. I think it might be because I'm not allowed into the kitchen that grates...Anyways, since they had stopped blocking the meetings off for a little while, Hermione, Ron and Ginny had been listening in, now though, after the last stunt we pulled, they started re-blocking it.

The first time we tried to leave we had no plan. When we were caught we tried to come up with a lie, said I had a nightmare and wanted to go for a walk…I don't think Lupin believed me though. I also don't think it helped that Ron was hoisting me up through a window at the time…

But, contrary to everyone's beliefs we learn from our mistakes and the last time we used extendable ears and learned, to the best of our extent, the Order's plans and set up a time and date. Only we didn't count on Kretcher. He said he only woke Mrs. Black, wishing to tell her of our leaving because, he "feared for your life master". I really don't like him. I can't belive they actually let him in this house...

In the mean time we are scouting the Black's library for any mention of horcruxes and a person known as R.A.B. No luck.

July 15th-I swear we have read through EVERY SINGLE BOOK in this library…We did find something useful though! We got this excerpt from a book.

Horcruxes have a certain magical signature that portends to a person. It is theorized, though never proven, that if a person was to have more then one horcrux that they would, therefore, all have the same signature. In relation, all horcruxes can be used to track others, even if they are not from the same person, because each horcrux is attracted to any other horcrux.

I'm assuming, or more accurately Hermione assumes, that is we can find one of Voldemort's horcruxes, that we can find the others. I wish I had never givin the diary back to Lucius...DAMN!

This would help if we knew how to track them.

Or how to find them.

Or even what we were looking for...

July 16th-I really thought I would be a Godric's Hollow right now…This is depressing. They are keeping a tighter reign on us now more then ever. It's like they think we're going to make another run for it...We are, but still, what ever happend to trust?

To make matters worse Professor McGonagall keeps trying to make me tell her what Professor Dumbledore told me…She's even being very blunt about, to go as far as to sit me down and actually ask me...

"Harry," Her eyed poured into mine, pleading with me. She fiddled with the teacup in her hand, "I'm aware Professor Dumbledore spent much of last year in your company." She sighed and set the cup down, folding her hands in her lap. "What I want to know is: Did he tell you anything."

I shake my head. I know nothing as far as she is concerned. Dumbledore told me to tell no one. I'm not sure if he ment until he died, or if it still holds true after his death. I choose to belive the latter.

"Anything at all?" I'm silent as she speaks, "Any mention of...Well, of anything!" Her disbelife was evident but I promised. A promise is a promise, and all her pleading leads me to wonder how desperate they really are...

What's worse then that, many, many times worse, is Minister Scrimgeour. He's doing the same thing…Although I heard that from an Order meeting.

A/N: I am currently fixing up the rough draft of the first bit of this story. So if it's a little choppy, please forgive me. I hope that wasn't to confusing…but shrugs I hope you like this story, please review