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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 Murder me now, while you still have the chance, Lucy hissed in Parselmouth, glaring at no-one in particular.

 "Erm, Harry?" Ron leaned over his shoulder and indicated towards the demented girl before them, not taking his eyes off her, inspecting any sudden movement that could kill them all. "What exactly did she say?"

 Harry didn't answer, not wishing to scare him too much.

 "I know your in there," he spoke directly to Lucy now, breathing in snake language sincerely. "You have to fight. Try." He looked into her eyes, and for a brief millisecond, her statue eyes had a teeny shade of green and began to liquidize, but froze again as fast as they had changed.

 Stop that! she snapped menacingly, shooting the words at Harry, her stony eyes piercing him like daggers. Through natural reflexes, Harry drew the sword of Gryffindor from his concealed bag and prepared for battle.

 He slashed the weapon skillfully, and cut her arm deeply, regretting it instantly but knowing he was stopping Voldemort by doing this. Lucy revealed a blood stained dagger and went for Harry's neck.

 "Harry!" Ginny had reached the bottom of the staircase and her eyes were wide in shock. Harry stared at her wistfully, however the millisecond distraction cost a lot; the blade crashed into his neck forcefully. He collapsed on the carpet with a thud, but there was only a gush of blood on his neck, so he wasn't dead - yet.

 Lucy drew her twisted wand, as though daring anyone to challenge her. She directed the stick of woven wood at Harry and muttered an incantation. A beam of bluey-red light seemed to creep out of the wand; Harry was so scared it seemed like everything was going in slow motion.

 "NO!" cried Ginny, devastated. She threw herself in front of Harry and the spell hit her right in the chest and the fell on the floor. Harry knelt down frantically before her and rested his head on her chest. She was still breathing, but was knocked out badly. Harry stared pensively into her bright brown eyes, as though nothing else mattered. He heard a distant conversation and a puff of smoke as Lucy disapparated on the spot. That action took Harry out of his trance and brought him back to earth. He turned to Hermione questioningly.

 "I thought you could apparate inside Hogwarts," he stated, looking at her puzzedly, grasping Ginny's cold hand compactly. "What just happened?" He shook his head, attempting to process the events in his overcrowded mind. 

 "I don't know how he did it - maybe the protection broke when Dumbledore died, as he was the one who cast the incantation, but no-one ever considered trying it before now. Either that or Voldemort found a way, although I'm not sure how." Hermione twiddled her thumbs, deep in thought, a nervous expression on her face. Ron knelt down beside Harry crookedly.

 "Is she alright?" he asked, concerned with his sisters health.

 "I think so. What spell was that, Hermione? I don't remember a spell like that, not in that colour," he demanded, his brow furrowing in bewilderment. Hermione's anxious expression turned to fear and regret in an instant.

 "Well, boys don't panic, but..." she trailed off and began slowly retreating, as though one of them was going to attack.

 "Hermione," Ron growled pryingly and intolerantly, standing up and advancing on her.

 "Well, you know I can't be sure, but" -she took a deep breath, as though she was calming herself or forcing the words out - "I think that was Obliviate." Her hand reached the handle and she darted out the door before the boys could explode.

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