Created by Adam Spunberg & Shylah Addante
Designed by Sam Cushion
Oh, how had it come down to this?
It had been your idea to break off into groups. It was the only logical way to solve the mysteries of the horcruxes in any reasonable amount of time. It also made sense that the others who had some knowledge about the horcruxes, like Harry and Ron, lead other groups of tributes. But how had you wound up with them?
Viktor Krum leans lazily against the rail at the top of the staircase in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, looking surly. He's been assigned to your group, much to Ron's chagrin, because few other females can concentrate on horcruxes in the presence of an international Quidditch star.
Rounding off your trio is Cormac McLaggen, who positively oogles you as you pace back and forth trying to come up with ideas. He rubs his lower lip between his fingers and gives you a cheeky smile, as if Krum isn't even there watching.
Surely either of them would protect you if there was a threat of some sort, but in the safety of Fred and George's shop, you really wish you could just think under an Invisibility Cloak.
"Thankfully, the locket is one of the few things we have some information about," you rationalize aloud. It helps calm your nerves. "It was taken from You-Know-Who by a man with the initials R.A.B., but we don't believe it was ever destroyed."
"Who is this R.A.B. fellow, then?" Cormac asks dumbly.
"How vould Hermy-own-ninny know?" Viktor replies roughly. "Ve cannot exactly valk into the Ministry of Magic to look."
Cormac stares at Krum blankly for a moment, then turns back to you. "I'm sorry, but I have no bloody clue what he just said." Sadly, you realize, Cormac is completely serious. Krum shoots him a moody glare.
"We've got to look into everyone with those initials," you say. "There are a few options. Technically, we can stroll into the Ministry, but it's risky. I can think of one other option as to where we might find extensive histories related to important figures in You-Know-Who's past--"
"Vhere?" Krum interrupts, more out of shock than rudeness.
"It's 12 Grimmauld Place-- the former headquarters of The Order of the Phoenix, also known as the Black family residence. They were very involved with the Death Eaters, and Mrs. Black fancied herself a bit of a historian."
Cormac chuckles with a false lightness. "So our choices are the Ministry, where we'll likely be caught and killed, or a little house with private bedrooms?" His eyebrows hitch up. "I think you know which one I'd choose!"
You bite down on the inside of your cheek and take several slow breaths. It's all you can do not to vomit all over the shop.
"It's not that simple," you squeak out once you've regained some composure. "Since the Death Eaters took over, they may have discovered the property. It could be rigged with curses and enchantments. Or we may have to fight off protections put on by the Order."
"So we're making the choice between two death traps?" Cormac doesn't seem the least bit impressed by the situation.
A.) Go to the Ministry of Magic?
B.) Go to 12 Grimmauld Place?