Adventures with my Parents!

"A man is allowed to keep some secrets." I was smug with my answer, and the awkward situation was ruined when my paternal grandmother, whom I call Nanna (to distinguish from grandma, who is my maternal grandmother), laughed at my father's expense.

Grandpa, who is my maternal grandfather, (as opposed to Granddad, who is my paternal grandfather) had his priorities set right.

"You want to explain yourself young man? You created quite a mess, back home."

And for the next few hours, till dinner, I explained as much as I could about what I found. I had purposely visited the shops like Borgin and Burkes, visited the Department of Trials and Department of Archive, to find legal proceedings, pertaining to the deaths of one Morfin Gaunt, a muggle family living in Little Hangleton where Tom Riddle and his parents were murdered, the mysterious demise of Myrtle Warren and the case proceedings thereof, and finally the death of Hepzibah Smith.

These trails were made to track the life and unlife of one Tom Marvolo Riddle, and when I explained his story, and his source of apparent immortality, Horcruxes.

I explained, that a man of self-indulgence, vainglorious and pompous as Riddle, was bound to choose apparent artefacts and belongings which would represent the strongest known sorcerer's to Britain, not the world. Because in all their glory, British wizards and muggles, alike, were so self-centred that they believed nothing could beat the monumental glory they had achieved.

And I could see, just how narrow-minded the British could be, when there are feats associated to wizards and witches, who apparently did live in this world, unlike being figments of imagination in my previous one.

But despising the British mindset aside, I could see how my recanting of my adventures went superbly, when my parents and grandparents could follow my trail of thoughts and action.

My nanny asked, "So do you know where these Horcruxes are? You seem absolutely certain, these Horcruxes exist, and that too multiple ones. But you have yet to find one."

I answered slowly, "I am sure these Horcruxes exist, and if nothing else, there is bound to be at least one, in Hogwarts. Tom is sentimental that way. But apart from that, I am certain there should have been at least one in Bellatrix's possession. But her vault didn't have one there."

"Did you check her house?" My mother interrupted my train of thought.

"What?" I asked as I didn't process her question.

"Did you check her house?" My mother answered in the same tone.

"Why would I check her house?" I asked, as it didn't make any sense.

"Well, if I am devoted and loyal to my master, and a blood supremacist, then wouldn't I trust myself to protect my master's belonging, better than nasty creatures like Goblins?"

All I could do was gape like a fish, and stare at my mother in newfound light. That made too much sense, and I could almost see the events, which led to Bella putting the Cup in her vault.

She kept the Cup under lock and key in her house, till her master ordered the attack on Longbottoms. The attack went as planned, except for an unwanted factor like Dumbledore or Augusta showing up, before she could kill Frank, Alice and young Neville.

She retreated to her manor, and found out that her master lost to the boy. She was struck with grief and failed to react in time, when she saw the Aurors come to take her to Azkaban.

She floo called her sister Cissy, and told her to hide all her belongings in her vault for her.

She also told her to handle a cup carefully, as it was a dark artefact of the Dark Lord. Cissy, having no problem agreeing to her demands, did exactly as she was told, and the Cup found its place in the vaults.

When Voldy rose the second time, Bella was a wanted fugitive, and Gringotts wouldn't actively collaborate with a fugitive to grant them access to their vault.

Thus she informed her master about it, and he told her to let it be, as the Gringotts bank would keep their vaults safe, and noone would ever know something important to Dark Lord is kept there.

There are going to be multiple variables affecting this plotline, but I could be almost certain, things went exactly this way in cannon.

There wasn't much time left, and if I go hunting now, I might end up finding the Cup in the Lestrange Manor, if it isn't already taken away by Dark Lord to keep it safe.

I looked uncharacteristically serious at my mother, and saw all three ladies had a small smile on their face.

My Nanna, asked me in wild amusement, "So when do you plan to leave sweety?"

I nodded, "After dinner. There is a small window of opportunity here. If you bring a Jade box, preferably encased with lead, and the one who accompanies me knows fiendfyre spell, we can find and destroy upto three Horcruxes. I doubt Tom was successful in making more than five. Split souls takes time to congeal and heal, and you cannot perform that ritual or any ritual pertaining to souls for at least a few years. Since he made his first one at sixteen, I doubt he was able to go above five. But we need to move, and take them out in a fell swoop. If he finds out, he will come after us, and unless we know exactly what how many he made, we cannot defeat him permanently."

And I managed to convince both my parents to accompany me for this Horcrux hunt. This kind of family picnic feels weird!