Hope Mikaelson Goes to Hogwarts

Chapter 8: R.A.B.

Hope's POV:

The four of us fall asleep in the front foyer that night. Hermione and I on the couches and Ron and Harry on the floor next to us. I remember falling asleep with my hand in his last night, but when I wake up, it's gone...more like he's gone. Opening my eyes I notice that I'm the only one left in the room. 

Standing and stretching I go to exit the room to search for my friends and boyfriend when I hear Ron call out. "Harry? Hope? Hermione, where are you? I think I found something." Sighing, I exit the room and make my way upstairs to where Ron is waiting by a door that's opened. 

I've never been in this room. It was one of the off limits ones that Sirius kept locked. We all look inside to see that the room has been ransacked. "Lovely." Hermione mutters. Ron pulls the door closed and points to the name on the door. "Regular Arcturus Black." Hermione reads. 

"R.A.B.." I breathe, eyes widening. The three of us head down to the kitchen and Harry takes out the fake locket. "I know I will be dead long before you read this. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it." He reads. "R.A.B. is Sirius' brother?" Ron asks. 

"Yes. Questions is, did he actually destroy the real Horcrux?" Hermione asks. "We don't know, which is why we should just assume we're still searching for it." Suddenly there's a sound coming from the cupboard beside the door. The three of us stand wearily. 

I step in front of my friends, hands at my side, ready, just in case. Walking closer and closer to it, I hesitantly raise my hand. Glancing back at my friends, Harry nods that he's ready in case anything jumps out. "Icaeus." The door flies open and Kreacher stumbles out. 

I race forward and grab the house elf by the shoulder, hauling him out of the closet and drag him to a chair on the other side of the room. "You've been spying on us, have you?" Harry asks, angry. "Kreacher has been...watching." 

"Maybe he knows where the real locket is." Hermione suggests. Harry grabs the locket off the table and comes to stand next to me. He holds the locket out in front of him. "You ever seen this before?" Harry demands. Kreacher gasps. "Kreacher." I warn. 

"Uh, uh, it's Master Regulus' locket." He says. "But there were two, weren't there. Where's the other one?" I ask. "Oh, Kreacher doesn't know where the other locket is." "Yes, but did you ever see it? Was it in this house?" Hermione asks, stepping forward. 

"You filthy mud blood! Death Eaters are coming!" He spits at her, walking forward. Ron lunges for him, but Harry and I hold him back. "Ah! Blood traitor Weasley!" He yells. "Answer her." Harry snaps while I make sure Hermione is calming down Ron. 

"Yes. It was here...in this house. A most evil object." "What do you mean?" I ask. "Before Master Regulus died, he ordered Kreacher to destroy it, but no matter how hard Kreacher tried, he could not do it." "Well, where is it now? Did someone take it?" Harry asks. 

"He came in the night. He took many things, including the locket." "Who did?" I ask. No answer. "Who was it Kreacher?" Harry tries. Kreacher sighs. "Mundungus. Mundungus Fletcher." My jaw tightens. "Find him." At Harry's words the house elf vanishes. 

"That lying, thieving, cowardly, son of a bitch." I spit under my breath, storming out of the room. I spend the rest of the day in my old room here, thinking. Last that evening, Harry comes to find me. "Hey, mind if I come in?" He asks, standing in the door way. I smile softly. "Sure." 

I scoot over on the edge of the bed, making room for him. Once he's sitting I lay my head on his shoulder while his arm wraps around mine. He presses a kiss to the top of my head. "What's on your mind?" He asks, mumbling into my hair. 

"I'm trying to make a plan of action. Where do we go from here? What is Mundungus doesn't have the locket? Where can the other Horcruxes be? So many unanswered questions and we don't have a  lot of time to figure this out." I tell him. 

"Remember what you said? We'll figure this out together. We do this, together." I nod, lifting my head. "We can't lose this Harry. That's not an option." "I agree. This fight...whichever way it goes, will be the outcome. One fight for everything." "That's a lot to put on your shoulders." 

"Someone has to shoulder it." "No, not someone." "What do you mean?" "I mean, that you're right, we're shouldering this...together. The weight of that pressure would crush anyone, even if they're the most powerful person in the world." "I just...I don't want anyone else to die." 

"One thing I had to learn to accept very early on is that everyone dies. Even immortal beings can die. But those are the people you fight for. People who fought for you, fought to give you a chance to live." I say. "But what if I'm not worth it?" I look up into his beautiful eyes. 

"You're more than worth it Harry." "It's just...I get the feeling that one of us is gonna die in this." He mutters. I give him a small smile, trying to lighten the mood. "Hopefully it's me, I mean, I have a get out of death free card." He doesn't laugh, but his frown deepens. 

"But you don't want to be a vampire yet." "I came to terms with me becoming a full tribrid long ago Harry. I'll be ok. As long as we fight this together, I'm sure everything will be fine." "But-" I am quick to cut him off. 

"But nothing. We have something important that Voldemort doesn't have...true companionship. His followers follow him in fear, our friends fight for you because they trust and love you. Love is more powerful than he realizes and it will be his downfall. I know it will be." 

We sink back into silence as I lay my head back on this shoulder. We have to get through this...because I don't know what I'm gong to do if he doesn't.