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Harry's POV
After Percy's little speech, we all trooped outside. The sun was just starting to peek above the horizon.
A couple of goat men, which I had learned over the weeks were Satyrs, were playing volleyball. A few campers were walking around, but we paid no attention. We walked up to Thalia's Pine. Hermione and Ron were beside me. Chiron trotted ahead with Percy and Annabeth and were talking in low tones. Nico, as usual, was walking alone. Once at the Pine, we said our goodbyes to Chiron. Chiron stepped away and said, "Good luck heroes. I will send the rest of the Seven later on. We all depend on you."

The demigods clasped our arms. I held Percy's, while Ron held Nico, and Hermione had Annabeth.
"Ready?" I asked my friends.

"Yes!" They answered. We closed our eyes and I thought of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. I felt the familiar squeezing sensation. Percy tightened his grip as we dissappeared from Half-Blood Hill with a pop.

I opened my eyes. I saw the familiar London streets. I looked around. Percy was standing next to me and I saw the blurry shapes of Ron, Nico, Annabeth, and Hermione. I realized that my glasses had fallen off. I hurriedly put them on again. I gazed at my Godfather's house and I felt the overwhelming feeling of sadness and pain.

"Welcome to Grimmauld Place!" Ron smiled and pointed.

Nico's POV

The demigods all stared at the empty space between Houses 11 and 13. We were in a small square with dim street lamps lighting the path. I looked toward where Ron was pointing. There was nothing there.

"Oh, right!" Hermione cried, slapping herself. "We haven't told them where it is!" She hurriedly took out a parchment and quill. She scrawled something on the parchment and enchanted the words so that they were in Greek. She beckoned us to her. I stared at the words.

The former headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.

I looked up at the houses. Where there was previously nothing between Houses 11 and 13, was a growing door. The houses on each side were pushed apart to make room for 12, Grimmauld Place. After the house grew in its place, we all walked forward to the door. The black paint was peeling off in strips. Harry inhaled and turned the knob slowly. We all stepped into the threshold. The second the door snapped shut and Harry took a step forward, a voice echoed through the room. "Severus Snape?" a voice whispered through the gloom.

"We're not Snape!" Harry croaked out before something washed over us, something cold. My tongue curled back over itself, almost choking me. My tongue unraveled almost instantly. By glancing back at my friend's faces, they had experienced the same unpleasant feeling. Harry took another cautious step forward, us following. I sensed something shifting beyond the shadows before I saw it. Something swirled out of the carpet and took the shape of an old man. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and strangely Percy, gasped in recognization. I glanced back at the terrible dust colored figure. It glided toward us, long, waist-length hair flying behind. The figure stared at us with its empty eye sockets. It reached its rotting arm towards Harry. I noticed that he was gasping and hyperventilating. I stepped forward.

"Stop." I commanded. The ghostly image of the man I had now realized was Dumbledore stopped five inches away. It cocked its head curiously. "We didn't kill you, Dumbledore."

"Demigods." Dumbledore rasped and exploded in a cloud of dust. I sighed in relief and turned back to my friends. They all stared at me in shock except Percy and Annabeth.

I shrugged. "I'm the Ghost King." I explained to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They nodded numbly and walked to kitchen, us following behind.

Harry's POV
Being back in Sirius' house was kind of unnerving. It felt like someone had been here before we came. The Troll's leg in the corridor had been knocked over and the chairs in the kitchen were pushed back. I went upstairs, all of us keeping quiet. I peered into the drawing room. The room was messy. The drawers in the room were open and the contents were strewn all over the floor. Someone had obviously searched the house. I looked at Ron and Hermione and asked them quietly,"Snape?"
They nodded back at me. I turned toward the demigods and saw that they were looking around. Annabeth was studying the Black Family Tree still pinned on the wall. Nico was trying to get comfortable on the floor. He looked sleepy. Percy, on the other hand was studying a glass bottle full of red liquid. I realized that the bottle looked familiar and I immediately remebered the time when we spent a summer cleaning out the house. We had found pretty interesting things including a music box that made us drowsy and a locket we couldn't open...

I gasped. "Ron, Hermione, do you remember that locket we found when cleaning the Drawing Room?" Hermione was slowly putting the pieces together.

"I remember now! Do you think...?"

"But we threw it away!" Ron exclaimed. Percy and Annabeth were looking at us strangely. I didn't blame them, we probably made no sense.

"Kreacher!!" I yelled. He kept some of the stuff right? But if he didn't... No, I couldn't think that. With a loud cracking sound, Kreacher appeared. Percy immediately drew his sword, and Nico yelped with surprise.

"Wha-? Monster attack!" He yelled standing up quickly. He fell over a table leg and crashed to the floor.

We snorted with laughter at his expression... That is until he glared at us angrily. We shut up instantly. You can't blame us. When he glared, his dark brown eyes had darkened even more to a swirling black. The shadows started creeping toward him. Percy had told me that Nico was a son of Hades, one of the Big Three. I didn't know what that meant. Now I do.

Percy and Annabeth only looked amused. Apparently, they weren't affected by the scariest thing we'd ever seen.
"Oh, Nico. Stop it. You're scaring them!" Annabeth chided.

"Oh, I know." And that single statement terrified us the most.

PERCY POV

I turned back to the creature after laughing some more at Nico and the Trio. It was short and probably around 2-3 feet tall. It looked old and had disgusting white hair sprouting out of its batlike ears. It had large tennis ball sized eyes and a squashed tomato for a nose. It wore only a single thing, which was a filthy rag wrapped around his waist. If it had a gender, I would think it was a male. I had never seen a monster like this before and he didn't look very dangerous but you never know. He turned toward Harry and I stepped forward with Riptide to slice off his head but before I could, it spoke.

"Master." He croaked bowing a little at Harry's feet though he obviously didn't like it.

"Kreacher." Harry said, distastefully.
"back in my mistress' old house with the blood traitor Weasley and the mudblood. There are some strange people.. Strange..." Kreacher muttered quietly. I turned back to Harry.

"He's not a monster is he? Because I can kill him for you if you want." I offered. Even though he had only been here for a few seconds, I had already started despising him.

"Naw... We need something from him. And I forbid you to call anyone blood traitor or mudblood Kreacher. Alright Kreacher, let me ask you a question. And I order you to answer truthfully." Harry odered firmly.
"Yes Master." Kreacher bowed low again, though I could still faintly hear Kreacher muttering insults.
"Did you see a big gold locket here two years ago? Where is it?"

"It's gone."

"What do you mean!?" Harry asked again, more urgently this time.

"Mundungus Fletcher. He stole it all. He stole the locket! Master Regulus's locket! Kreacher did wrong. K-Kreacher failed in his orders!" Kreacher let out a blood curdling scream and lunged for the poker. Due to my fast reflexes, I jumped forward with Harry a few moments behind. I grabbed the poker and held it out of the little elfs' reach.
Harry yelled, "Kreacher I order you to stay still!" He got up slowly from where he had flattened Kreacher to the floor. I looked around. Hermione was watching Kreacher with her hand over her mouth and tears in her eyes. Nico and Ron looked slightly repulsed and Annabeth was studying Kreacher with pity.

"How do you know that Mundungus stole it? And why do you call it Master Regulus's locket? I order you to tell me everything about the locket and what Regulus had to do with it!"
(I'm gonna skip the story because I'm sure you know it and it will be just boring to read again. Also, Im lazy! )

After listening to his tale, all of us, even Harry was more sympathetic towards him.

"Kreacher, would you please go and find Mundungus Fletcher and bring him back here? We err need to find out where Master Regulus's locket is. To-to make sure he didn't die in vain." Harry told Kreacher.

"Find Mundungus Fletcher? And return him here, to Grimmauld Place?" Kreacher croaked, disbelief evident in his bullfrog like voice.
"Yes. Do you think you can do this?"

"Yes, Master." And with that, Kreacher dissappeared with a loud Crack!

"Well, let's go to sleep shall we?" I asked my friends.
So, first of all, I wanted to say thanks for all the votes and support. I also wanted to say that while this story is a fanfic of the last Harry Potter book, not everything will happen. Ok?

I also started school so I might not be able to update frequently.