The Last Horcrux

Prologue

It is said that your whole life flashes across your eyes, the moment you look at death in its face. It's true. Or at least as it seemed to Harry Potter.

It had been six months since the death of Dumbledore. The image of the killing curse escaping Snape's wand was still very clear in his mind. And now a very similar, albeit a lot more powerful curse, streaked towards him. In less than a flash of a second, Harry saw his life. From being a slave to Dursleys, to his rise to unprecedented fame and the roller coaster life which came with it. The fickleness of the wizarding world and betrayal of his trust to the friends he had made and people he had lost.

He recalled his endeavor over the last four months to find the horcruxes. With the help of information left by Dumbledore, he had been able to destroy nearly all of them except the Gryffindor Horcrux. He could not find it. He had tried the sword but it turned out to be an enchanted sword, not a Horcrux. However, Voldemort had somehow figured what he was doing and had attacked them inside Hogwarts.

The school had not opened last year and at the moment. It was housing the resistance. But Voldemort had brought the fight here. He had ruined all the plans that Harry had had. With the help of his friends, he was sure that once the last Horcrux had been found, it would all be over. But that was not to be.

He realized it as all flashed by in a second. He threw up a marble to intercept the curse, but Voldemort's curse was just too fast.

A split second later, it impacted him on his chest. A bright green halo surrounded him for a second and then it was over. Harry Potter, as we know him ceased to exist. He fell down and several shocked screams erupted from people who had stopped fighting to see the duel of the dark lord and his nemesis.

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The spirit of nearly all who were fighting for the light broke that second. The death eaters on the other hand were joyous beyond measure. In the moment, everyone forgot about the wizard on the other side being totally vulnerable. Hence no step was taken.

Tom riddle aka Voldemort was unaware of it all. He was looking intently at the slumped figure of Harry Potter. In his very heart, he was not sure that it was still over. Moreover, the green halo surrounding the boy who lived was slowly being absorbed into him. It was not supposed to happen. Just to make sure, he cast a diagnostic spell at potter. To his utter glee, there was no response. It could only mean that Harry was dead.

His eyes shone unearthly, devilishly, in an insane manner as he bellowed upon the confirmation of his victory over the one person who had been a thorn in his side since forever.

Suddenly, his laughter was stifled from within as a dull pain seemed to prevail all through his chest.

The green halo that had enveloped the body of Harry Potter had all but been absorbed by him and a second later, there was a huge burst of light and wave of magic erupted. It was felt be all as many staggered back and some even fell down. An instant later, a sinewy silver form escaped his body.

The pain seemed to increase in his chest and now centered on his heart. The dark lord, despite all his power, fell down on his knees clutching his heart.

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In the mean time, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Bill & mad-eye-moody had reached the fallen form of Harry and Voldemort. The pain, anger and hurt that had their heart brimming brought all three of the closest friends to point their wands at the fallen form of lord Voldemort and almost in unison, they cast the one spell they had never been successful in casting. Three broad rays of sickly green light erupted from the tip of their wands and slammed into the dark lord.

In an instant, the form of Voldemort slumped to the ground. More than that, loud screams could be heard from the mouths of all the death eaters.

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Everybody was shocked. A few moments later, all the screams stopped and an eerie silence enveloped everybody. All the death-eaters had fallen down, clutching their dark mark.

Mad-eye was the first person to come to his senses. He apparated straight to Harry's body and checked for his pulse. There was none.

He turned around and walked towards Voldemort. He checked him as well. There was no pulse. He checked again with several spells. He was sure. Voldemort was no more.

The drops of tear which had been hanging from his eyes broke free as he let himself go and lay down on the ground. After a long-long time, he felt that the weight on his shoulder had been lifted. He then heard a loud roar of cheer from everybody as they celebrated the demise of the dark lord. He knew no more as he closed his eyes and let his tiredness take him into the arms of sleep.

Bill, on the other hand was checking on Ron, Ginny and Hermione. They too had been exhausted after casting a powerful killing curse. He activated their personal portkeys which sent them straight to the annals of Madame Pomfrey's clinic.

He then walked towards Harry's body. It was still lying there. Mad eye was slumped a bit further. He bent down and checked on Harry once more. Somewhere inside his heart, he did not believe Harry to be dead. But all hopes were quashed when he checked for the pulse. Tears filled his eyes at seeing the life of such a fine man being sacrificed.

He looked back at all the people who were busy laughing and crying. He suddenly felt a perverse hatred towards all of them. All of them were busy laughing and had totally forgotten about the one people who had actually given them deliverance.

He turned around and put the strongest stasis field on the body of Harry. It was the one which was used on mummies in ancient Egypt. He wanted to make sure that the whole fickle wizarding world realized their folly when they see some-one of such pure heart being sacrificed for their safety.

A few minutes later, he portkeyed to Hogwarts with Harry, mad eye and the body of Voldemort.

Shacklebolt had remained behind to take stock of death eaters.

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The next morning was one of the most momentous one in the recent history of the wizarding world. All of the world, not only British but everywhere else as well, were celebrating the demise of Voldemort. The entire British ministry was reveling in gratitude they were getting from everywhere. All credit was being absorbed by them. Despite the fact that Minister Rufus had been obstructing the resistance, he now was taking the full credit.

Hermione, Ron and Ginny were still in the hospital. They hadn't woken up as yet.

Four days later, a huge funeral took place at Godrics hollow. Harry was laid beside his parents. Soon after, all three of Harry's friends left the wizarding world with the money they had received with their order of Merlin, first class. Soon, they were lost in the mist of time and became part of the legends.

Until one day,…..

Author's notes

This idea has been assaulting my mind literally every time I sit down to write my other story. So I thought I would just get it over with. I haven't read anything like this ever, so just let me know if the idea I will share with you in the next few chapters is original or not. And no. my other story will be updated pretty soon.

Ah! Yes, there is a story after the end of Harry potter. The last three words should be proof enough.

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