The Final Horcrux

The Battle of Hogwarts is over, Voldmort is gone … or is he? As Harry, Ron and Hermione go to complete their seventh year at Hogwarts, Harry's scar begins to pain again. They missed an unknown Horcrux, one Albus Dumbledore didn't take into account. Voldemort is building up power every second, and the trio go on the biggest and most dangerous journey yet to discover the final Horcrux. In addition to this, on their travels, they meet another tree people searching for the same thing. One of the girls has red hair and hazel eyes, she is Lucy Lily Evans, Harry's twin. The six team up alone to face a battle that will go down in history against magics worst enemy. Will they succeed?
Both the Muggle and the wizarding world hang in the balance, only the known is safe, and only the known is tolerable. The fate of magic is in their hands.
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12. BATTLE

 Harry gaped at the man before him.

 He was six feet tall: purple, bulging veins were racing along his temple and above (this was visible as he had no hair); he was bare footed and his toe and finger nails were inhumanly long, sharp as sharks murderous teeth, at that; he was wearing a long, midnight black clock covering his entire being, pronouncing his pale skin shockingly; but the most callous thing about him was his face - his eyes were dark and unblinking, his ears barely audible and his nose flat and snake-like. It was a jaw-dropping sight.

 "How?" Vehemence was piling up in Harry to a breaking point. He'd killed his sister for nothing. Suddenly the ferocity became too much to bear; Harry leaped forward and stabbed the sword of Gryffindor directly into the empty space in Voldemort's chest. Voldemorts vapor drifted up into the open air until it dissolved into nothingness. Harry watched in bewilderment, determined to keep his stipulating eyes away from Lucy's near-decayed body - the pain was unbearable, too agonizingly excruciating to put into words. Harry began drifting deep into unconsiousness...

 ***

 "Harry? Harry?!"

 Harry could hear Hermione's frantic voice, but didn't succeed in opening his seemingly glued eyes. He remained motionless, which was a bad move.

 "Flipping heck, he's got to wake up at some point, hasn't he?" Ron said. 

 "Harry?"

 Ginny's voice was pleasant, and filled Harry with ecstasy.

 "He's breathing is coming more clear," stated Madam Pomfrey professionally. "Heart rate sped up for a moment, there." Harry felt his cheeks burn crimson.

 "Ah, see! I'll bet you he can hear ever word we say."

 Ginny clasped his hand tightly. "Harry, if you can hear us, squeeze my hand if you can hear us." Harry ever so slightly clenched his hand in a firm grip. Ginny let out the previous intake of breath. His eyes snapped open suddenly, and all three sighed in relief. All was well.

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