Chapter - 51 : Fraudulence Part - 9

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It took ten minutes for the boa to return and when it did it was without the Gaunt family ring.

"I cannot reach the ring, Speaker," it hissed unhappily.

"Why not?"

"It is hidden under the nest."

Harry frowned. "Describe the nest."

A long green tail pointed at one of his newly-erected walls. "It is like this, only with wooden ground as well."

"The human dwelling is the nest?"

"Yes, Speaker."

"And the ring is under the... wooden ground?"

"Yes, Speaker. I can taste that it is there, but the wood is smooth and I cannot reach it."

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. After nearly succumbing to evil wards that tried to make him kill his ex-girlfriend and fighting hundreds of very poisonous snakes the obstruction that stopped his every effort and stalled his success was a floorboard?

A litany of curses slipped from his lips and he only noticed he had slipped into Parseltongue when the boa started commenting on a few physical impossibilities.

"Fine," he snarled. Why had he ever thought he could do this? None of the horcruxes back home had been easy either. Clearly the Gryffindor approach wasn't working.

He'd had a little success playing Slytherin, though. What did that leave? He didn't couldn't lie out of his arse when there was no one to listen-

Harry stilled. Oh. The Slytherin creed as applied by a Gryffindor: when all else fails, bluff.

Quickly he found a somewhat round pebble and a piercing curse left a nice big even hole in it. The next ten minutes he poured his every effort into permanently transfiguring its shape so that it resembled the Gaunt ring. He couldn't transfigure it to gold, but a few colouring charms stopped that from being a problem.

The cold weight of the ring in his palm, every dint and scratch on its surface, the sensations were all forever etched into his mind, even if he had only held the thing for the briefest of moments. It had been a harrowing one, though and at the moment it helped him remember enough to create an exact replica.

Next, he pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment and conjured himself some ink and a quill and set to forging a replica of a very familiar note.

To the Dark Lord,

I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that once you meet your match, you will be mortal once more.

Harry bit his lip. He had to warn Dumbledore, but didn't want to make his job easier by pointing him at Regulus Black. Perhaps signing it with the initials of a non-existent Death Eater would be best?

The face of a golden-haired ponce flashed across his vision and he smirked as he settled for Gilderoy Lockhart. The peacock liked claiming other people's achievements anyway.

G.L.

P.S. May you rot in hell for that last Withering Curse.

There, that should get Dumbledore's attention and hopefully distract him enough that he didn't realise the real Horcrux was still in the shack. And in the event that he did notice, well, he was now warned about the Withering Curse. More help than that the man really didn't deserve.

Harry folded the note into a square and then rolled it up until he could slide the ring around it.

"Here," he said as he held out his hand to the boa, who carefully took the thing between its teeth. "Place that on the ground in the dwelling above where you can taste the other ring. After that, guard it."

It tried to hiss something in response but failed with the ring and parchment in its mouth. Instead, it nodded and slithered off.

Now, for a final touch. Leaving the thing unguarded would be suspicious, after all.

Harry drew a deep breath and then started casting Serpentsortia over and over again. Copies of many of the snakes he'd killed half an hour earlier started appearing, all eyeing him curiously.

"Inside the human dwelling nearby is a ring. Help your nest-mate there guard it from any who try to take it."

"Yes, Speaker," they all obediently replied and Harry watched them go before vanishing his defensive walls.

Two minutes later the area looked as if someone had built a bonfire that got a little out of hand but besides that no hint remained of anything extraordinary.

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