Disclaimer : Anything related to Harry Potter is not mine. Really.
You must have read the sixth Harry Potter book to fully understand what's happening in this story. I have had this story in my head for a long time, and decided to write it down. I don't know if this is any good, seeing as it's my first time writing outside school, but in my head it was great. I want a Pensieve!
Chapter 1 : The New Diary
Dear diary,
I promised myself years ago that never again I would write in a diary. Too dangerous.
Stop laughing at me; it's true. When you go through what I went through, come again.
Back to the main topic : why am I writing in this thing. Well, the reason is simple. My friend Hermione tells me it will help me access the deepest parts of my subconscious and release the pain and grief that is clogging the flow of my emotions.
Yeah. Right. Bloody psychology book.
But I love her, so I'm doing it.
You see, I have not moved from my room since… well, since that day. I don't want to talk about it, really. But seeing as it is what is supposed to make me feel better...
It all started about a year ago, when professor Dumbledore died. It was awful, I couldn't believe it. He was untouchable. The most powerful wizard of his time. Nearly two hundred years old, and many more to come as headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest wizarding school of the country, if not the world.
If only. If only.
Many would have been saved if he had been able to finish the job he had started. But he died. And let the job to a sixteen years old boy.
And that is what caused the death of the love of my life.
Oh Merlin. I actually wrote that.
Maybe this really works. The diary I mean.
What did Dumbledore think when he said to this sixteen years old boy not to tell anything about the Horcruxes to anyone, except his friends? A boy for Merlin's sake! Couldn't his Order of the Phoenix help too?
But no. The bloody Boy-Who-Lived can do all the dirty work of the wizarding world alone. Easier to put the weigh of the world on his shoulders than keep a bit for yourself. Bastards, all of them. I don't know why I'm still here, at Hogwarts. Like I want to go work for this world I'm in when I'm finished…
They're lucky he was able to find a way to destroy Voldemort even if he failed to finish the impossible task Dumbledore left to him. But the price he paid…
I lost the love of my life.
It was supposed to only be until the Dark Lord was destroyed. But now it's permanent…
I regret that day at Dumbledore's funeral, when we broke-up because of some stupid, noble reasons. Forever and always the Gryffindor…
But we were still in contact, through Ron. Let me tell you what happened then.
Slytherin's locket was not that hard to find. It still took most of the summer understanding that R.A.B. was in fact Sirius' brother, Regulus. After a thorough search of number 12, Grimmauld Place, the locket was finally found in a pile of rubbish that Kreacher had stolen two years before to save it from Molly's great clearing of the house.
Great care was taken for the destruction of the third Horcrux, seeing as Dumbledore nearly lost his hand while destroying the second. But all went ratter well.
If a week in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts can be called "ratter well".
After more prodding by McGonagall, it was back to the task. At this point three Horcruxes were left: Hufflepuff's cup, Nagini the snake, and something from Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Nagini was to be last, because of her closeness to Voldemort. So it was decided to go with the one with the most information: the cup.
What a disaster. I felt completely useless. After weeks of trying to follow hints and tips regarding the location of the cup, all tracks led to a dead-end. It seemed as if the cup had disappeared from the face of the Earth. Finally our merry group stopped traveling all around Europe and settled to try and find more information on the last Horcrux.
For most of them, anyway.
Because, for one third of the group, the task would never be completed in time. In time for what you say? Easy: the battle everyone was waiting for. Voldemort against Hogwarts. The battle that would decide the faith of the wizarding world. And this one third of a group sensed it coming.
Closer and closer.
And it would not wait for all the Horcruxes to be destroyed, even if he didn't know about it.
But we all know now that there was another way. And what a way.
So simple, yet…
Normally by killing someone, his soul is released forever. But Voldemort's soul was anchored by the Horcruxes. Once released, he could come back anytime, and this is why the Horcruxes needed to be destroyed.
Now imagine if it was impossible for you to destroy the Horcruxes? It ends right there, no? It's finished, you lost?
You don't know the Boy-Who-Lived then.
There was another way. And he found it.