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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 Obliviate. Would Ginny even remember their relationship? Would she remember anything?Questions were spinning around his head so fast he didn't have time to answer a single one - even if he spent hours pondering each individual one, he wouldn't manage to find an answer to any. Three weeks had passed and the presence of Lucy had not been shown, and Ginny continued to lie in the hospital wing, motionless. Harry was apprehensive for both of them - Ginny because she may never wake up, and Lucy because he would have to kill her. He was trudging down the corridor with Ron and Hermione to Defense Against the Dark Arts, which was being taught by Professor Atkins, a new teacher, heaving his over-weighted bag of books around with him, not in the mood to join in the pairs conversation. He heard a remote sigh from his left side, and he glimpsed up to see Hermione eyeing him disapprovingly.

 "Harry, snap out of it," she ordered irritably.

 "No, he's got a point," Ron grumbled, unenthusiastic. "I'm worried sick."

 "But she'll be fine," Hermione persisted. Harry wasn't sure which girl she was talking about, but either way he doubted that she was correct. He placed his hand on the door knob to the classroom as they approached, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He twirled around to find Professor McGonagall standing there, a slight smile upon her tight, wrinkled face.

 "Potter, Weasley, Granger, come with me," she invited them gently. They followed her, unsure where their destination was. Suddenly he recognized the route and his spirits lifted. They were going to the hospital wing.



 Ginny was sitting up on the bed, looking around nervously as though not entirely certain as to where she was. Her gaze paused on Harry and her brow creased in perplexity, then her eyes brightened and a broad grin spread across her pale face (providing Harry with a pleasant feeling) then vanished too quickly.

 "Where is he, where's Voldemort?" she asked in her normal voice, giving Harry hope.

 "Ginny, dear?" Harry had only just noticed Mrs Weasley standing there, calming Ginny with soothing words. "What do you remember?" she requested whilst patting her hand encouragingly. 

 "I remember..." she trailed off, deep in thought. "Oh! Now I remember! We arrived at Hogwarts again after the reconstruction was over. How did I get here?"

 "Memory charm," informed Madam Pomfrey matter-of-a-factly. "I never got the story. Who cast it, Minerva?"

 Despite having not told McGonagall of the events, she exchanged a questioning glance with Hermione, who ever so slightly shook her head in confirmation. A feeling of pure fury settled upon Harry as the truth dawned upon him - Hermione had told McGonagall.

 "Nothing to worry about, Poppy," McGonagall said subtly, with a wry, half-smile.

 Ginny seemed oblivious to the conversation. "My memories gone? Did Harry break up with me? He did, didn't he!" she panicked unnecessarily, with a longing glance at Harry.

 "Nope, still with me. Don't worry," he assured her shakily, and she relaxed a little after a forced smile.

Harry felt tender fingers brush his neck, and his head snapped promptly towards the source. For a second, Harry thought it was Lucy, the evil one, but when he gazed into her hazel eyes, he realized she was her normal self. She whispered in his ear,

"What's going on?" she asked innocently, immune to the damage she had caused. Looking into those penetrating eyes, Harry was suddenly reminded of the loss he would have to face.

"Ginny's lost her memory," he murmured back stiffly, keeping his gaze on Ginny, resisting the urge to meet her eyes, just in case they had solidified again. Ginny seemed to have noticed how close the two were, because a scowl formed on her pale face, creating cute dimples. 

 Ginny and Harry exited the hospital wing, hand in hand.

 "So .. who's she?" she asked, too innocently, her scorching eyes bearing into him pryingly.

"Sister," he confessed reassuringly. "Checking if you were okay."

"Oh," she looked down, humiliated. 

"It's time for lunch ... shall we?" he offered.

"We shall," she beamed at his pretend joke.

 They strode arm in arm through the mass doors of the Great Hall.

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