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ew　Dumbledore's　family　too。　Be　pretty　interesting　to　talk　to；　wouldn't　she？〃　There　was　a　little　too　much　understanding　in　the　smile　Hermione　gave　him　for　Harry's　liking。　He　took　back　the　letter　and　the　photograph　and　tucked　them　inside　the　pouch　around　his　neck；　so　as　not　to　have　to　look　at　her　and　give　himself　away。　〃I　understand　why　you'd　love　to　talk　to　her　about　your　mum　and　dad；　and　Dumbledore　too；〃　said　Hermione。　〃But　that　wouldn't　really　help　us　in　our　search　for　the　Horcruxes；　would　it？〃　Harry　did　not　answer；　and　she　rushed　on；　〃Harry；　I　know　you　really　want　to　go　to　Godric's　Hollow；　but　I'm　scared。　I'm　scared　at　how　easily　those　Death　Eaters　found　us　yesterday。　It　just　makes　me　feel　more　than　ever　that　we　ought　to　avoid　the　place　where　your　parents　are　buried；　I'm　sure　they'd　be　expecting　you　to　visit　it。〃
〃It's　not　just　that；〃　Harry　said；　still　avoiding　looking　at　her；　〃Muriel　said　stuff　about　Dumbledore　at　the　wedding。　I　want　to　know　the　trutha133〃
He　told　Hermione　everything　that　Muriel　had　told　him。　When　he　had　finished；　Hermione　said；　〃Of　course；　I　can　see　why　that's　upset　you；　Harry　…〃
〃I'm　not　upset；〃　he　lied；　〃I'd　just　like　to　know　whether　or　not　it's　true　or　…〃
〃Harry　do　you　really　think　you'll　get　the　truth　from　a　malicious　old　woman　like　Muriel；　or　from　Rita　Skeeter？　How　can　you　believe　them？　You　knew　Dumbledore！〃
〃I　thought　I　did；〃　he　muttered。
〃But　you　know　how　much　truth　there　was　in　everything　Rita　wrote　about　you！　Doge　is　right；　how　can　you　let　these　people　tarnish　your　memories　of　Dumbledore？〃
He　looked　away；　trying　not　to　betray　the　resentment　he　felt。　There　it　was　again：　Choose　what　to　believe。　He　wanted　the　truth。　Why　was　everybody　so　determined　that　he　should　not　get　it？
〃Shall　we　go　down　to　the　kitchen？〃　Hermione　suggested　after　a　little　pause。　〃Find　something　for　breakfast？〃
He　agreed；　but　grudgingly；　and　followed　her　out　onto　the　landing　and　past　the　second　door　that　led　off　it。　There　were　deep　scratch　marks　in　the　paintwork　below　a　small　sign　that　he　had　not　noticed　in　the　dark。　He　passed　at　the　top　of　the　stairs　to　read　it。　It　was　a　pompous　little　sign；　neatly　lettered　by　hand　the　sort　of　thing　that　Percy　Weasley　might　have　stuck　on　his　bedroom　door。
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cExcitement　trickled　through　Harry；　but　he　was　not　immediately　sure　why。　He　read　the　sign　again。　Hermione　was　already　a　flight　of　stairs　below　him。
〃Hermione；〃　he　said；　and　he　was　surprised　that　his　voice　was　so　calm。　〃Come　back　up　here。〃
〃What's　the　matter？〃
〃R。A。B。　I　think　I've　found　him。〃
There　was　a　gasp；　and　then　Hermione　ran　back　up　the　stairs。
〃In　your　mum's　letter？　But　I　didn't　see　…〃
Harry　shook　his　head；　pointing　at　Regulus's　sign。　She　read　it；　then　clutched　Harry's　arm　so　tightly　that　he　winced。
〃Sirius's　brother？〃　she　whispered。
〃He　was　a　Death　Eater；〃　said　Harry。　〃Sirius　told　me　about　him；　he　joined　up　when　he　was　really　young　and　then　got　cold　feet　and　tried　to　leave　…　so　they　killed　him。〃
〃That　fits！〃　gasped　Hermione。　〃If　he　was　a　Death　Eater　he　had　access　to　Voldemort；　and　if　he　became　disenchanted；　then　he　would　have　wanted　to　bring　Voldemort　down！〃
She　released　Harry；　leaned　over　the　banister；　and　screamed；　〃Ron！　RON！　Get　up　here；　quick！〃
Ron　appeared；　panting；　a　minute　later；　his　wand　ready　in　his　hand。
〃What's　up？　If　it's　massive　spiders　again　I　want　breakfast　before　I　…〃
He　frowned　at　the　sign　on　Regulus's　door；　in　which　Hermione　was　silently　pointing。
〃What？　That　was　Sirius's　brother；　wasn't　it？　Regulus　Arcturus　a133　Regulus　a133　iR。A。B。i！　The　locket　…　you　don't　reckon　a150a150　？〃
〃Let's　find　out；〃　said　Harry。　He　pushed　the　door：　It　was　locked。　Hermione　pointed　her　wand　at　the　handle　and　said；　〃iAlohamorai。〃　There　was　a　click；　and　the　door　swung　open。
They　moved　over　the　threshold　together；　gazing　around。　Regulus's　bedroom　was　slightly　smaller　than　Sirius's；　though　it　had　the　same　sense　of　former　grandeur。　Whereas　Sirius　had　sought　to　advertise　his　diffidence　from　the　rest　of　the　family；　Regulus　had　striven　to　emphasize　the　opposite。　The　Slytherin　colors　of　emerald　and　silver　were　everywhere；　draping　the　bed；　the　walls；　and　the　windows。　The　Black　family　crest　was　painstakingly　painted　over　the　bed；　along　with　its　motto；　TOUJOURS　PUR。　Beneath　this　was　a　collection　of　yellow　newspaper　cuttings；　all　stuck　together　to　make　a　ragged　collage。　Hermione　crossed　the　room　to　examine　them。
〃They're　all　about　Voldemort；〃　she　said。　〃Regulus　seems　to　have　been　a　fan　for　a　few　years　before　he　joined　the　Death　Eaters　a133〃
A　little　puff　of　dust　rose　from　the　bedcovers　as　she　sat　down　to　read　the　clippings。　Harry；　meanwhile；　had　noticed　another　photograph：　a　Hogwarts　Quidditch　team　was　smiling　and　waving　out　of　the　frame。　He　moved　closer　and　saw　the　snakes　emblazoned　on　their　chests：　Slytherins。　Regulus　was　instantly　recognizable　as　the　boy　sitting　in　the　middle　of　the　front　row：　He　had　the　same　dark　hair　and　slightly　haughty　look　of　his　brother；　though　he　was　smaller；　slighter；　and　rather　less　handsome　than　Sirius　had　been。
〃He　played　Seeker；〃　said　Harry。
〃What？〃　said　Hermione　vaguely；　she　was　still　immersed　in　Voldemort's　press　clippings。
〃He's　sitting　in　the　middle　of　the　front　row；　that's　where　the　Seeker　a133　Never　mind；〃　said　Harry；　realizing　that　nobody　was　listening。　Ron　was　on　his　hands　and　knees；　searching　under　the　wardrobe。　Harry　looked　around　the　room　for　likely　hiding　places　and　approached　the　desk。　Yet　again；　somebody　had　searched　before　them。　The　drawers'　contents　had　been　turned　over　recently；　the　dust　disturbed；　but　there　was　nothing　of　value　there：　old　quills；　out…of…date　textbooks　that　bore　evidence　of　being　roughly　handled；　a　recently　smashed　ink　bottle；　its　sticky　residue　covering　the　contents　of　the　drawer。
〃There's　an　easier　way；〃　said　Hermione；　as　Harry　wiped　his　inky　fingers　on　his　jeans。　She　raised　her　wand　and　said；　〃iAccio　Locket！i〃
Nothing　happened。　Ron；　who　had　been　searching　the　folds　of　the　faded　curtains；　looked　disappointed。
〃Is　that　it；　then？　It's　not　here？〃
〃Oh；　it　could　still　be　here；　but　under　counter…enchantments；〃　said　Hermione。　〃Charms　to　prevent　it　from　being　summoned　magically；　you　know。〃
〃Like　Voldemort　put　on　the　stone　basin　in　the　cave；〃　said　Harry；　remembering　how　he　had　been　unable　to　Summon　the　fake　locket。
〃How　are　we　supposed　to　find　it　then？〃　asked　Ron。
〃We　search　manually；〃　said　Hermione。
〃That's　a　good　idea；〃　said　Ron；　rolling　his　eyes；　and　he　resumed　his　examination　of　the　curtains。
They　combed　every　inch　of　the　room　for　more　than　an　hour；　but　were　forced；　finally；　to　conclude　that　the　locket　was　not　there。
The　sun　had　risen　now；　its　light　dazzled　them　even　through　the　grimy　landing　windows。
〃It　could　be　somewhere　else　in　the　house；　though；〃　said　Hermione　in　a　rallying　tone　as　they　walked　back　downstairs。　As　Harry　and　Ron　had　become　more　discouraged；　she　seemed　to　have　become　more　determined。　〃Whether　he'd　manage　to　destroy　it　or　not；　he'd　want　to　keep　it　hidden　from　Voldemort；　wouldn't　he？　Remember　all　those　awful　things　we　had　to　get　rid　of　when　we　were　here　last　time？　That　clock　that　shot　bolts　at　everyone　and　those　old　robes　that　tried　to　strangle　Ron；　Regulus　might　have　put　them　there　to　protect　the　locket's　hiding　place；　even　though　we　didn't　realize　it　at　a133　at　a133　〃
Harry　and　Ron　looked　at　her。　She　was　standing　with　one　foot　in　midair；　with　the　dumbstruck　look　of　one　who　had　just　been　Obliviated：　her　eyes　had　even　drifted　out　of　focus。
〃a133　at　the　time；〃　she　finished　in　a　whisper。
〃Something　wrong？〃　asked　Ron。
〃There　was　a　locket。〃
〃What？〃　said　Harry　and　Ron　together。
〃In　the　cabinet　in　the　drawing　room。　Nobody　could　open　it。　And　we　a133　we　a133　〃
Harry　felt　as　though　a　brick　had　slid　down　through　his　chest　into　his　stomach。　He　remembered。　He　had　even　handled　the　thing　as　they　passed　it　around；　each　trying　in　turn　to　pry　it　open。　It　had　been　tossed　into　a　sack　of　rubbish；　along　with　the　snuffbox　of　Wartcap　powder　and　the　music　box　that　had　made　everyone　sleepy　a133〃
〃Kreacher　nicked　loads　of　things　back　from　us；〃　said　Harry。　It　was　the　only　chance；　the　only　slender　hope　left　to　them；　and　he　was　going　to　cling　to　it　until　forced　to　let　go。　〃He　had　a　whole　stash　of　stuff　in　his　cupboard　in　the　kitchen。　C'mon。〃
He　ran　down　the　stairs　taking　two　steps　at　a　time；　the　other　two　thundering　along　in　his　wake。　They　made　so　much　noise　that　they　woke　the　portrait　of　Sirius's　mother　as　they　passed　through　the　hall。
〃iFilth！　Mudbloods！　Scum！i〃　she　screamed　after　them　as　they　dashed　down　into　the　basement　kitchen　and　slammed　the　door　behind　them。　Harry　ran　the　length　of　the　room；　skidded　to　a　halt　at　the　door　of　Kreacher's　cupboard；　and　wrenched　it　open。　There　was　the　nest　of　dirty　old　blankets　in　which　the　house…elf　had　once　slept；　but　they　were　not　longer　glittering　with　the　trinkets　Kreacher　had　salvaged。　The　only　thing　there　was　an　old　copy　of　iNature's　Nobility：　A　Wizarding　Genealogyi。　Refusing　to　believe　his　eyes；　Harry　snatched　up　the　blankets　and　shook　them。　A　dead　mouse　fell　out　and　rolled　dismally　across　the　floor。　Ron　groaned　as　he　threw　himself　into　a　kitchen　chair；　Hermione　closed　her　eyes。
〃It's　not　over　yet；〃　said　Harry；　and　he　raised　his　voice　and　called；　〃iKreacher！i〃
There　was　a　loud　icracki　and　the　house　elf　that　Harry　had　so　reluctantly　inherited　from　Sirius　appeared　out　of　nowhere　in　front　of　the　cold　and　empty　fireplace：　tiny；　half　human…sized；　his　pale　skin　hanging　off　him　in　folds；　white　hair　sprouting　copiously　from　his　batlike　ears。　He　was　still　wearing　the　filthy　rag　in　which　they　had　first　met　him；　and　the　contemptuous　look　he　bent　upon　Harry　showed　that　his　attitude　to　his　change　of　ownership　had　altered　no　more　than　his　outfit。
〃Master；〃　croaked　Kreacher　in　his　bullfrog's　voice；　and　he　bowed　low；　muttering　to　his　knees；　〃back　in　my　Mistress's　old　house　with　the　blood…traitor　Weasley　and　the　Mudblood　…〃
〃I　forbid　you　to　call　anyone　'blood　traitor'　or　'Mudblood；'〃　growled　Harry。　He　would　have　found　Kreacher；　with　his　snoutlike　nose　and　bloodshot　eyes；　a　distinctively　unlovable　object　even　if　the　elf　had　not　betrayed　Sirius　to　Voldemort。
〃I've　got　a　question　for　you；〃　said　Harry；　his　heart　beating　rather　fast　as　he　l