Chapter 1: Harry Potter vs. October 31st, began as a fairly normal day — arranging raids, crucioing incompetents, lazing about on my throne — yet it seemed that everything my followers did irked me. Bellatrix crouched at my feet, sneaking glances and occasionally emitting dreamy sighs — exactly the sort of behavior that caused me to turn myself into a nose-less snake. Rabastan Lestrange was playing a game called Curse the Recruits, the recruits were screaming, Nott was paging through one of my Dark tomes, and Lucius had disappeared to go brush his hair or something. There are worse ways to spend Halloween, I suppose. I should know; I keep a list of these things.
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By: Melindaleo Harry has to decide who to trust as he moves closer to fulfilling his destiny. Will he be able to find and destroy all the Horcruxes?
And at what price? Will he be able to find the strength within himself? This is for pleasure only, no profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Chapter One Secrets Unraveled Harry slowly raised his head and stared morosely at the familiar visage of number four, Privet Drive. What had already been a horrible day was rapidly getting worse. They were each going to make quick stops at their respective homes before Apparating to Privet Drive. Harry smiled fondly, remembering their show of solidarity.
Although he was desperately worried about them and the remainder of their quest, he had to admit that the thought of some support while facing his relatives was quite nice indeed. Harry had thought it would be better — or at least less embarrassing — if he arrived at Privet Drive first and prepared his relatives for their arrival. The long, hot journey had left him irritable.
So what if the Ministry chucked him out of Hogwarts now? Hermione, always the voice of reason, reminded him that there was no need to give the Ministry an excuse to break his wand, and Harry had to admit that she had a point. Harry had no patience for the man or his politicking. Still, recklessly using underage magic for the sake of mere convenience was a risk not worth taking.
He hated when Hermione was right. Harry had been steadfast in avoiding her gaze. Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans and squaring his shoulders, Harry trudged across the street towards the immaculately pruned garden of number four, Privet Drive. This was what Dumbledore had wanted, and this was what he was going to do. He had no patience for their petty bigotry…he had bigger challenges to face. He wondered what he could expect when they opened the door to find him standing there after his eventful departure last summer.
All in all, he supposed it could be worse. Oh, no, Harry mused, he got off far easier in only having to face the Dursleys.
Harry could picture Ron in the kitchen trying to reason with his mum, and Ginny would be there… Ginny. Breaking it off had been the right thing to do. There was no reason that she should have to put her life on hold just because he did. It could take years to find them all. At the time, it had seemed the perfectly logical thing to do.
But now, away from Hogwarts and facing the unknown…now, nothing was clear. He felt as if he were bleeding continually from an invisible wound. He had too much that he had to do. How could he find the remaining four Horcruxes? Where did he start? How was he to find R. Where did he begin? He fingered the cold, hard metal of the fake Horcrux that he still kept in his pocket.
Harry had found himself using it as some sort of talisman, holding onto it whenever the stress started to build. There had to be a way, and he was going to find it. Scratch that. The first step would be getting through his last confinement with the Dursleys, and the sooner he started enduring that, the sooner he could move forward. Taking a deep breath, he tapped the knocker three times. Here we go. It took only a few moments before he heard footsteps approaching the door. He watched as her eyes widened in surprise before the door swung open wide, and she yanked him inside by the collar of his shirt.
Did you think you could just show up here unannounced? He spared a quick glance at the parlor, noting that nothing had really changed, although there were some crumpled sweet wrappers on an end table, which was unusual for Aunt Petunia. Term still has several weeks remaining. He was even larger than Harry remembered, and his face looked tired and drawn.
His eyes opened wide with shock upon seeing Harry, and he began gaping like a fish. Did they chuck you out? Harry was surprised when Dudley ignored Harry completely and turned his panic-stricken eyes upon his mother. You know that. Him and that freak of an old man who took him the last time — they did this to me.
You know they did something. He threatened you, I heard him. You know what happens when you get too fussed. Aunt Petunia pulled her arm away and began patting Dudley on the back and cooing softly as she led him into the parlor. Once she sat him on the couch and calmed him down, she turned back towards Harry.
Her eyes were filled with such intense loathing that Harry found himself taking a step back involuntarily. What was going on here? Did they ask you to come look at me? What is this all about? His mind was racing, trying to remember all the details from his last trip to Privet Drive.
It seemed like another lifetime ago. Professor Dumbledore had been pleasant, even though it was obvious to Harry that he had been upset by the way that the Dursleys had treated Harry. Dudley appeared to be under the impression that Professor Dumbledore had threatened them, however.
Of course, being the bully he was, Dudley probably assumed everyone was threatening him, since he spent most of his time threatening others.
Still, Harry tried to recall the conversation from the previous year to work out what had wound up his relatives so much. You have never treated Harry as a son. He has known nothing but neglect and often cruelty at your hands. The best that can be said is that he has at least escaped the appalling damage you have inflicted upon the unfortunate boy sitting between you. How could it be, though?
Harry was burning with curiosity to know exactly what the letter had said. He held little hope that Aunt Petunia would tell him, however. Why is she so worried about Dudley being upset, anyway? Not that she ever likes to see her little popkin upset, Harry thought with a grimace. Only one thing to do for it, then. Are you sprouting a tail again? Of course, he has no problem with non-verbal spells, so you never know what he could have been up to," Harry said casually, forcing down the painful lump that lodged itself in his throat when speaking as if Professor Dumbledore were still alive.
Dudley cowered away from Harry and scrambled off the couch faster than his bulk should have allowed. I mean it…you stay away! Why are you so skittish all of a sudden? Lost your nerve, have you? What are you going to do? Before Dudley could answer him, however, the vase on the table next to him started shaking violently. It rattled on the table as it moved closer to the edge. Harry stared at it in surprise. Why was his magic reacting so strongly? Harry was so shocked that he never had time to move.
The heavy ceramic vase slammed into the side of his face with enough force to knock him from his feet. The vase and Harry both landed on the floor with a heavy thud, the vase shattering in several large chunks. Alerted by the noise, Aunt Petunia hurried back into the room and screeched at the destruction.
I know he did. Everything will be all right. I warned you not to upset him," she hissed, her eyes nearly glowing with a burning intensity. Harry groaned as he sat up and put a hand to his throbbing cheekbone. What is going on here? He pulled himself to his feet unsteadily and shook his head in an attempt to clear it.
Seventh Horcrux [HP, AU]
Overview[ edit ] For the definition of a Horcrux, see Horcrux. The entire Harry Potter series revolves around the defeat of the Dark Lord , which cannot be complete until all the Horcruxes are destroyed. This article lists the Horcruxes and details about them as best they are known. Extended Description[ edit ] Intermediate warning: Details follow which you may not wish to read at your current level. Would, perhaps, seven be a better number, as seven has so many mystical properties? Professor Slughorn is revolted at the idea, but Riddle does come away with the idea that it is not impossible.
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By: Melindaleo Harry has to decide who to trust as he moves closer to fulfilling his destiny. Will he be able to find and destroy all the Horcruxes? And at what price? Will he be able to find the strength within himself? This is for pleasure only, no profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Chapter One Secrets Unraveled Harry slowly raised his head and stared morosely at the familiar visage of number four, Privet Drive. What had already been a horrible day was rapidly getting worse.
Muggles' Guide to Harry Potter/Magic/Horcruxes
Something awoke inside him that night in the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. Tom Riddle has now awake and does not like what his vessel has become. He will have his way even if it lets the Dark take over the Wizarding World for once. Something inside Harry changed and Voldemort felt it, and so he stared at him until the ministry officials appeared. Harry stayed, as it was planned, at Privet Drive, and he was different. People said that it was because he was mourning Sirius.