The Seventh Horcrux
A Harry Potter FanFiction
By I-AmGinny
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (one can only wish) or any of the beginning scenes that I used because I wanted to stay true to the book as possible (you know, even if I am completely changing the whole outcome of the series in this one story).
"LIAR!" Bellatrix shrieked. This could not be happening! The filthy Potter brat had smashed the prophecy. The Dark Lord would be livid. She knew the filthy half-blood behind the fountain was telling the truth, but she was desperate. "YOU'VE GOT IT, POTTER, AND YOU WILL GIVE IT TO ME—Accio Prophecy! ACCIO PROPHECY!"
The wretched boy laughed and his empty hand came into view from behind the one-eared goblin statue, taunting her. "Nothing there!" Potter shouted, "Nothing to summon! It smashed and nobody heard what it said, tell your boss that—"
"No!" Bellatrix screamed. "It isn't true, you're lying—MASTER, I TRIED, I TRIED—DO NOT PUNISH ME—"
"Don't waste your breath!" Potter yelled, there was pain in his voice. "He can't hear you from here!" suddenly Bellatrix felt her Dark Mark burn on her forearm.
Her master was here . . .
"Can't I, Potter?"
Harry opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the red, slit-pupiled eyes of Lord Voldemort. His wand was pointed at Harry's chest. "So you smashed my prophecy?" he asked in a dangerously soft voice. His pitiless eyes searched Harry's face. "No, Bella, he is not lying . . . I see the truth looking at me from within his worthless mind . . . Months of preparation . . . months of effort . . . and my Death Eaters have let Harry Potter thwart me again . . . ."
Bellatrix threw herself at Voldemort's feet and began to beg for forgiveness. Harry wasn't listening, all he could do was stare at Voldemort and the look of mild disgust on his face as he watched Bellatrix grovel at his feet. "Be quiet, Bella. I shall deal with you in a moment. Do you think I entered the Ministry of Magic to hear your sniveling apologies?"
Bellatrix began to say something, but was cut off as Voldemort turned his attention to Harry and spoke. "I have nothing more to say to you, Potter. You have irked me far too often, for too long. AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry couldn't move. He was frozen to the spot in fear, his wand grasped uselessly in his hand at his side. The headless statue sprung alive and placed itself between Harry and Voldemort, blocking the spell.
"What—?" Voldemort gasped, then looked around the atrium. His eyes fell on something behind Harry and glared at it with loathing. Harry turned his head and saw Dumbledore standing behind him at the golden gates of the lift. "Dumbledore!" Voldemort growled.
The battle between Voldemort and Dumbledore commenced. The statue moved in front of Harry every time he moved, so he couldn't really see much of the duel. But he felt the magic wash over him in waves as the two immensely powerful wizards dueled.
A serpent of fire wrapped around Voldemort, shield and all, and then released him. Voldemort turned furiously toward Dumbledore, hissing. Then he vanished.
He reappeared and they locked in combat once more. Water rose from the fountain, trapping Voldemort in a pool of molten glass, and for a moment he was just a dark, obscured figure. Than he was gone once more.
"MASTER!" Bellatrix screamed.
It was over! Harry made to run out from behind the headless statue, but Dumbledore yelled at him not to. Why? Harry wondered. They had won, Voldemort was gone.
Then Harry's head exploded in pain. He had to be dead, because no living creature could endure such pain. Harry was locked in the coils of a pitiless creature with slitted red eyes. There was no escape. He didn't know where he was anymore, all he knew was pain. He barely felt the creature use his mouth to speak.
"Kill me now, Dumbledore. . . ."
Blinded and surely dying, Harry was gone. He couldn't fight anymore. Voldemort was too strong. He wanted to die at that point, just so that the pain would go away. At least he'd see Sirius again. The creature recoiled slightly at that, but held firm.
"If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy . . . He has already surrendered to me. He accepts his fate . . ."
Harry had a sudden thought. It pushed its way through to the forefront of his mind, overwhelming Voldemort and himself both. It was his second year at Hogwarts. He was speaking Parseltongue to open the chamber of secrets. Harry felt Voldemort's shock wash over him, temporarily blocking the pain. And then he heard Voldemort whisper the three words that would forever change his life.
"The Seventh Horcrux."
Harry felt Voldemort withdraw from his mind. He shivered, the floor beneath him felt like ice. He was lying facedown on the wooden floor. His vision was fuzzy, his glasses were lying next to the headless statue's foot. He raised his head, but found he was dizzy, so he laid his burning forehead back down on the cool hardwood floor.
He was turned gently over and the rested against Dumbledore's arm, which circled his shoulders. He was too weak to resist, even if he'd wanted to. "Are you alright, Harry?" Dumbledore asked softly. Harry felt he'd be sick if he tried to speak, so he just nodded. He didn't notice the guilty look Dumbledore was giving him. "What's a horcrux?" harry asked with a sudden burst of strength.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to find out before you were ready." Dumbledore said, looking even guiltier now.
"Professor? What do you mean?"
"I'm so sorry, Harry." Dumbledore then rose his wand to the trembling boy's temple. Harry began struggling, confused and scared. Dumbledore held him tighter, forcing Harry to be still. Harry gave him a terrified, confused look. Dumbledore looked him straight in the eye and spoke the spell.
"Obliv—"
"Get away from him!" an angry voice growled and suddenly Dumbledore was thrown across the atrium. Shocked and betrayed, Harry trembled worse than ever. Dumbledore had tried to Obliviate him. Then another pair of arms wrapped around him and a quiet voice said, "It's alright, Harry."
Harry jerked in the person's arms. It was Voldemort. Oh, God, it was Voldemort. Voldemort muttered an unfamiliar spell and Harry felt himself quickly losing consciousness. The last thing he heard was Voldemort.
"Come, Bella. I think it is time we went home."
Cornelius Fudge blundered from the lift into the Ministry's atrium. Wizards and Witches from several departments followed him. And they all saw a pale, snake faced man holding a weakly struggling Harry Potter in his arms. Voldemort took out his wand and said something. There was no flash of green light, or even red light. Just the loud, quick exhalation from the Boy Who Lived as he went limp in his enemy's arms and his eyes fluttered closed.
Voldemort seem to notice the Ministry workers for the first time, he sneered at them before turning to a dark-haired woman and again spoke in a quiet voice. She nodded vigorously before the man clamped onto her arm and then disapparated, taking an unconscious Harry Potter with them.
Fudge turned to see the Atrium in shambles. Then his eyes latched onto a disheveled Dumbledore, who was kneeling next to the fountain. Clutching a pair of round, black framed glasses with broken lenses as if they were a lifeline.
So . . . that was my first chapter! If you liked it (which I hope you did) then review. If you didn't . . . review anyway. Please be gentle, this is my first fanfic . Anyway, I'll try to update soon!