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JulieAnn · 04-09-2007, 10:32 PM

Chapter 35: Part Two!

“I don’t know what the last one is Hermione!” Harry’s voice bellowed throughout the house at Number 12 Grimmuald Place. Harry was on the floor leaning against the wall his head in his hands.

Hermione was standing in the doorway of the room that housed the Horcruxes, knowing that this is were he would be. She was almost cowering at the door, afraid of moving as if that might set Harry off again.

Harry looked up, sighing at his friend’s tense stature. “I’m sorry Hermione.” He said, again putting his face in his hands. “You didn’t deserve that. I’m just stressed. I feel like we are running out of time. Here come sit by me.” He patted the floor next to him, motioning her to join him.

Hermione cautiously made her way over to him, easing herself to the ground.

Harry looked up, his mouth opened to say something, when he noticed that Ron and Ginny were tentatively poking their heads around the corner of the door, concerned at his yell.

Sighing again, he motioned to the floor for the two siblings to join them.

Ron strode into the room, swinging his arms. Ginny rolled her eyes, turned on her heal and stomped away.

Harry shook his head silently as Ron dropped to the floor.

“What’s going on?” Ron asked as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a licorice wand. After inspecting it and blowing off some lint, he popped it into his mouth, ignoring the look of disgust from Hermione.

Harry smiled slightly at his friends oblivious behavior before answering, “We are just trying to figure out what the last Horcrux can be.”

Ron paused mid chew, and jumped up and began pacing through the tables, contemplating each object.

Harry looked at Hermione, who shrugged in return. They both stood, and watched Ron in amused silence, wondering what he was doing.

Ron stopped suddenly, a smile on his face. “They answer is right in front of us.” He said proudly, his arms crossed over his chest.

“And what is that, Ron?” Hermione scoffed.

Ron ignored her, and furrowing up his brow, again began pacing the room. “We have five Horcrux here.” He began, ignoring Harry and Hermionie. “We know that,” He gave a small shudder, “Vol-Vol-Voldemort…”

Both Harry and Hermione looked up in alarm, this was the first time that Ron had ever said Voldemort’s name willing.

“…wanted to have his soul split into seven parts.” Ron continued, seemingly drawing strength from the use of Voldemort’s name. “We have five here, plus himself which makes seven, so we need to figure out what happened to the last fragment, right?” He asked, finally stopping to look at Harry and Hermione.

“Right.” Harry said slowly wondering where he was going with this.

“Well,” Ron said, continueing his pacing. “Because he is such a symbolic guy, we can see this by his use of symbolic items that he chose.” Ron motioned to the Founder’s possessions. “He would have wanted to only make Horcruxes from a symbolic, and important kill, right?”

“We have already figured that out Ronald, what is your point?” Hermione asked him in a huff, her irritation clear.

Ron however ignored her completely, earning a shocked gasp.

Harry looked back at his friend, confusion etched on his face.

“What would have been the most important killing, what would he have been waiting to create his final Horcrux?” Ron’s voice had dropped to a whisper.

“I don’t know,” Harry stammered, “Killing my family?”
“Who in particular?” Ron asked, ignoring Hermione’s shocked gasp.

Harry thought about it for a moment, understanding dawning on his face. “What if you’re wrong?” He asked his friend quietly.

“Then we go back to the drawing board.” Ron said cheerfully.

“If we can.” Hermione said grimly.

“Are you ready?” The sound of Sirius’s voice brought Harry back to the present.

“Yeah.” Harry said, shaking his head as though to clear it.

“What were you thinking about?” Sirius asked.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, glancing at his God Father.

“I stood there for several moments before speaking, you were staring straight ahead, but you obviously weren’t looking at anything.”

“Oh, I was thinking about when we figured out what the last Horcrux was.” Harry smiled slightly at the memory, shocked to find that he could smile at anything that had happened in those months.

“Oh.” Sirius said a frown on his face. “But Dumbledore told me that there were only five, that Voldemort had never been able to split his soul the last time because of you.”

Harry grinned, “Exactly.”

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JulieAnn DA Secret Keeper RWFC B'day Blast officer SS100 Triumphant Snidget Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: Thanks so much Mich for the Avvie and the Siggy!! You Rock my Socks!! Posts: 2,545 Hogwarts RPG Name: Athena Evans (A twin) Third	Did you think I forgot...'cause I didn't :) Chapter 35: Part Two! “I don’t know what the last one is Hermione!” Harry’s voice bellowed throughout the house at Number 12 Grimmuald Place. Harry was on the floor leaning against the wall his head in his hands. Hermione was standing in the doorway of the room that housed the Horcruxes, knowing that this is were he would be. She was almost cowering at the door, afraid of moving as if that might set Harry off again. Harry looked up, sighing at his friend’s tense stature. “I’m sorry Hermione.” He said, again putting his face in his hands. “You didn’t deserve that. I’m just stressed. I feel like we are running out of time. Here come sit by me.” He patted the floor next to him, motioning her to join him. Hermione cautiously made her way over to him, easing herself to the ground. Harry looked up, his mouth opened to say something, when he noticed that Ron and Ginny were tentatively poking their heads around the corner of the door, concerned at his yell. Sighing again, he motioned to the floor for the two siblings to join them. Ron strode into the room, swinging his arms. Ginny rolled her eyes, turned on her heal and stomped away. Harry shook his head silently as Ron dropped to the floor. “What’s going on?” Ron asked as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a licorice wand. After inspecting it and blowing off some lint, he popped it into his mouth, ignoring the look of disgust from Hermione. Harry smiled slightly at his friends oblivious behavior before answering, “We are just trying to figure out what the last Horcrux can be.” Ron paused mid chew, and jumped up and began pacing through the tables, contemplating each object. Harry looked at Hermione, who shrugged in return. They both stood, and watched Ron in amused silence, wondering what he was doing. Ron stopped suddenly, a smile on his face. “They answer is right in front of us.” He said proudly, his arms crossed over his chest. “And what is that, Ron?” Hermione scoffed. Ron ignored her, and furrowing up his brow, again began pacing the room. “We have five Horcrux here.” He began, ignoring Harry and Hermionie. “We know that,” He gave a small shudder, “Vol-Vol-Voldemort…” Both Harry and Hermione looked up in alarm, this was the first time that Ron had ever said Voldemort’s name willing. “…wanted to have his soul split into seven parts.” Ron continued, seemingly drawing strength from the use of Voldemort’s name. “We have five here, plus himself which makes seven, so we need to figure out what happened to the last fragment, right?” He asked, finally stopping to look at Harry and Hermione. “Right.” Harry said slowly wondering where he was going with this. “Well,” Ron said, continueing his pacing. “Because he is such a symbolic guy, we can see this by his use of symbolic items that he chose.” Ron motioned to the Founder’s possessions. “He would have wanted to only make Horcruxes from a symbolic, and important kill, right?” “We have already figured that out Ronald, what is your point?” Hermione asked him in a huff, her irritation clear. Ron however ignored her completely, earning a shocked gasp. Harry looked back at his friend, confusion etched on his face. “What would have been the most important killing, what would he have been waiting to create his final Horcrux?” Ron’s voice had dropped to a whisper. “I don’t know,” Harry stammered, “Killing my family?” “Who in particular?” Ron asked, ignoring Hermione’s shocked gasp. Harry thought about it for a moment, understanding dawning on his face. “What if you’re wrong?” He asked his friend quietly. “Then we go back to the drawing board.” Ron said cheerfully. “If we can.” Hermione said grimly. “Are you ready?” The sound of Sirius’s voice brought Harry back to the present. “Yeah.” Harry said, shaking his head as though to clear it. “What were you thinking about?” Sirius asked. “What do you mean?” Harry asked, glancing at his God Father. “I stood there for several moments before speaking, you were staring straight ahead, but you obviously weren’t looking at anything.” “Oh, I was thinking about when we figured out what the last Horcrux was.” Harry smiled slightly at the memory, shocked to find that he could smile at anything that had happened in those months. “Oh.” Sirius said a frown on his face. “But Dumbledore told me that there were only five, that Voldemort had never been able to split his soul the last time because of you.” Harry grinned, “Exactly.” __________________ \| T•I•GG•ER \| The most wonderful thing about Tiggers, is Tiggers are wonderful things. \|Mich Made It For Me!!Mich's Fantastical Creations\| \|DAFC\|HPFC\|HGFC\|RWFC\|GWFC\|ADFC\|LLFC\|I Finally Finished It\|