Because it was a Saturday, Harry slipped on a black turtleneck, and slacks, taking time to make sure to refasten the wand holster over his clothes. He brushed his hair out of his eyes with some frustration. It would be much more convenient and comfortable cut shorter, but emphasizing the resemblance between him and James Potter wouldn't be smart. The way his hair liked to behave was far too distinctive.
He wasted no further time in exiting his room. One step was all it took to see that the wards from the previous night had worked. Harry smirked a little bit, but didn't stop to observe his work.
He made it out into the common room, and after a careful look around and a quick Homenum Revelio to make sure no one was watching, added some finishing touches to some of the wards. He hadn't had the chance the night before because the common room was never empty enough to add enough effects. He wanted to really give the students something to talk about this morning.
He slipped out of the common room without interference and moved through the pre-dawn quiet of the castle from the dungeons to the seventh floor in the quickest route he knew.
He had one more piece to collect before he had every Horcrux that he knew about and could put his hands on. As he walked back and forth opposite the tapestry that depicted Barnabas the Barmy and his unhealthy, if hilarious, obsession with trolls, Harry concentrated on his need for the Room of Hidden Things. Exactly like he expected, a door appeared, where before had just been blank wall. Harry entered quickly to find a somewhat familiar room filled with a huge amount of miscellaneous items. Harry blinked in surprise as he looked up. The room was even more full than he remembered it being. After a moment, he began his careful investigation of the room.
He moved through the room, and decided to try starting vaguely where he remembered finding it last time. Despite the size of the room, having a starting point helped his search immensely.
He spotted the diadem relatively quickly. It was only the work of a few moments to break through the various notice-me-nots, and repulsion wards around the horcrux itself.
On the surface of the diadem was the quote "Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure", and though the surface was tarnished and dull, it was clearly a valuable piece of jewelry, especially with the large blue, oval shaped, sapphire that was affixed to the front.
Harry cast several charms to determine that there were no spells or traps surrounding the artifact, and that it was indeed a horcrux. He quickly conjured another stone box and summoned the diadem right into it, closing it tightly. Glancing one more time about the room, Harry wondered what other secrets the room might hold, and added a thorough exploration to his to-do list.
Unfortunately, there were several major items of concern on his to do list first, and exploration and potential profit schemes would have to wait. In the next moment, Harry disappeared in flames.
ooOoOOoOoo Harry flamed into entryway of the Flamel's house, a location he was becoming somewhat accustomed to flaming into.
Perenelle looked up from a book she was reading in the living room, as she sat at the edge of the couch. "Harry, I wondered if we'd see you this morning. Would you like some tea?" She asked, though she didn't wait for an answer to stand up and head past Harry to the kitchen.
"I didn't expect to see anyone up this early." Harry stated, with a curious lilt to his voice, though he followed her through to the kitchen, carrying the box he had conjured containing the diadem.
"Of course, I tend to be an early riser, though I've never needed much sleep." Perenelle moved to the kitchen and had the kettle of water over the flame on the stove quickly. On his third day with the Flamel's Harry had asked why she didn't use a heating charm on the water, and skip the need to boil. Perenelle treated him to a 15 minute lecture on the proper taste of any drink requiring heat from an external heat source, from tea to coffee, to hot chocolate. And how all drinks required proper boiling and not a lazy heating charm.
Perenelle glanced up from grabbing a pair of mugs, "Is that another one then?" She asked gesturing with a tilt of her head and expression of disgust at the box Harry was carrying, as he set it on the counter.
"It's the last one that I'm certain exists and can get my hands on." Harry confirmed, frowning. Not knowing about the ring bothered him a great deal.
"What about the one you suspect is in the girl?" Perenelle asked, taking the kettle off the heat just as it was about to steam and then pouring two mugs of hot water, before adding a teabag to each mug before passing one to Harry.
Harry took the mug and added some sugar to his tea before settling into a chair at the kitchen table. He stirred his tea slowly, eyes with a far away expression. "I'm not certain. I'll have to figure out a way to be sure."
"You don't know?" Perenelle asked, as she settled down in a chair opposite Harry. She was watching the young man curiously.
Harry shrugged a little bit, "Some of the circumstances seem to be right, though not all of them. And this isn't the kind of thing I want to make assumptions about."
"Some of the circumstances? So some are different? Aside from the obvious." Perenelle nodded her head at him for emphasis though her voice was curious. They'd talked a little bit about the circumstances in the other world, but Harry had been reluctant to go into specifics and they hadn't revisited this specific topic.
Harry frowned thoughtfully and took a sip of the tea. "Well, in my world, my mother, Lily Potter, sacrificed herself to protect me, creating a protection that reflected a killing curse from Voldemort. Now, I admit I'm not an expert on rituals but parts of it makes sense and parts of it don't."
Perenelle regarded Harry intently, "Do tell."
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