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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 The common room fire place was a microscopic blazing inferno in the dead of night. Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting by the fire, discussing Harry's recently discovered news.

 "We missed a Horcrux," Harry insisted persistently. "Something Dumbledore didn't notice. Voldemort faked his death. Either that or he was dead, and is building up strength in the remaining Horcrux." He scratched his chin thoughtfully.

 "Well, Harry, look at this logically," Hermione advised wisely. "There's no denying that we missed a Horcrux. But we don't even know what it is, so there's no point in getting paranoid."

 "Whatever it is, we ought to find it," said Ron, ignoring Hermione's comment. 

 There was a minute of thoughtful silence and the three thought of what to do next.

 "We'll go where we started last time," confirmed Harry. "Number twelve, Grimmauld Place."


 The next morning, Harry scribbled a note to Professor McGonagall:

 Missed a piece of his soul.

 Got to destroy it.


 Harry, Ron and Hermione.

 P.S. Do not come looking for us. We won't tell you where we're going. 

 He sealed it and sent Hedwig on a short trip to the headmistress' office, and she was back within seconds, empty handed.

 "Ready?" asked Harry when they reached the grounds, heavy bags heaved on their back.

 "Harry, are you sure about this? We haven't got a plan or anything!" Hermione  protested reasonably, an anxious expression on her face.

 "Hermione, we plan, we do, all hell breaks loose. It would just waste time," Harry pointed out. Hermione stayed silent, running over her opinions, predictably weighing out pros and cons. 


 "No," Harry said obstinately. "We're sticking to the plan. Which is technically that we don't plan anything ... oh, you know what I mean!" They were all gazing out at the beautiful breaking dawn, the orange run resurrecting from the ground and reaching its grand, golden throne in the colourless sky. The sun reached the tip of the sky and wrapped all the spectators in it's warm, bright, golden embrace. 


 "In you go," invited Harry, gesturing for the pair to enter the rundown house.

 "GET OUT! FILTHY BLOOD TRAITOR AND DISGRACEFUL MUDBLOOD SETTING FOOT IN THE HOUS-" Harry  shoved the curtain forcefully over Mrs Black's offensive screech's.

 "Okay, make yourselves at home," instructed Harry, making an attempt at ignoring Mrs Black's previous remark. 

 "Harry, are you sure this place is safe, that there isn't someone else in here?" puzzled Ron uncertainly.

 "I'm sure," assured Harry, sounding more confident than he felt. They plonked their luggage on the sofa in the lounge, and then heard a croaky voice from behind them.

 "Ah, Potter," Kreacher slurred with a scowl of dislike. "I thought you'd never come back," he said sarcastically.

 "Oh, Kreacher, we wanted to! But we accidentally let Yaxley in so it wasn't safe," Hermione told him tenderly. Kreacher huffed his reply, turning towards the kitchen desktop.

 "Eggs?" he offered grudgingly. They nodded with a wry, half-smile from Hermione. The threesome traipsed upstairs and discussed on the landing.

 "He's still here?" questioned Ron disbelievingly, mouth hanging open.

 "He's not allowed to do anything unless I tell him to," Harry pointed out. 

 After a minute of attentive silence, they heard the door swing open and footsteps travel towards the kitchen.

 "Intruder!" cried Kreacher from bellow. The three, lead by Harry, hurried downstairs to face the intruder. 

 In the kitchen now stood Lucy Evans, Susanna Parks and Daniel Parks, wearing bags armed against the protective house elf. 

 "Back off, Kreacher," barked Harry, and Kreacher did as he was told, retreating hesitantly. Harry turned to the threesome.

 "What are you doing here?" demanded Ron before Harry could. 

 "Looking for the final Horcrux that you missed," Daniel remarked. "You?"

 "Same here," replied Ron carefully. "How did you know about this place? It's supposed to be top secret, only members of the Order of the Phoenix have access-"

 "Ron!" Hermione stopped him before he gave too much away.

 "My godfather, Remus Lupin, told me about it. Said it was a great place to hide. And I already know about the Order of the Phoenix."

 "How?" Harry wondered aloud. "Never mind. How do you know about the Horcrux?" 

 "Everything you see, I see." She shrugged. "Been that way forever. I heard the voice too." she boasted proudly. 

 "How about we team up?" Susanna suggested enthusiastically. 

 "Okay..." Harry responded reluctantly after a moments silence. 

 "I have an idea," Lucy said. "I know where the Horcrux is." She looked upset.

 "Where?" Ron demanded instantly.

 "Hogwarts," she breathed.

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