Lucius Malfoy had almost forgotten about the little cup but the second he took it of his person he felt lighter. Almost as if a large rock that was weighing him down emotionally had been cut loose. "This is one of the objects he gave his inner circle for safe keeping. I had gotten a diary, I thought it was cursed and used it further an agenda of mine. It has since been destroyed... That was one Horcrux, however we have reason to believe he might have made more than one... we don’t know how many... He’s living in my house! He’s planning to initiate my son!" Lucius had gotten enraged with the silence and helplessness and fear he had gotten up and had begun to pace around the patio