Harry rushed through the air, mind racing. The images Fawkes had sent him were a but unnerving. He was headed towards the Himalayas, the fabled mountain range of the East. Evidently the next Horcrux was inside a long forgotten temple, in a pass, high in the mountains, unreachable by any than the flying birds, and in Harry’s case, flying wizard. He reached Nepal the following morning, landed in a heavily wooded area and lay down to get some rest. He was tired, extremely tired, in fact. Well,...