The following is my second Fanfiction. It begins were book six left off and was written before book seven came out.

Harry has gone into hiding and has unbeknownst to Voldemort destroyed all but two Horcruxes. One is Nagini and the other Voldemort himself but it seems Dumbledore has left Harry a nasty little surprise; One that the Dark Lord will have no problem taking advantage of.

Enjoy and let me know if you like it. There's plenty more to come regardless.

Voldemort stared through the eyes of Nagini as she sylthered through the graveyard. As she slid over yet another grave and came around the side of a tombstone she stopped as the form of someone kneeling came into view. It had been a long shot but they had found him!

"Severus! Come look at young Harry" he said with smug satisfaction.

Snape gazed into the fireplace in front of his master and felt his blood run cold. Careful to school his expression in front of his master who was paying close attention to him he stepped closer and watched as Harry stood over the grave of his parents. Only the crackle of the fire could be heard and Harry bent to place flowers upon the tombstone in front of him.

A low and dark laugh sounded beside him. Apparently the Dark Lord was pleased with himself for finding the boy. The swish of his cloak sounded as the Dark Lord stood up then. Still staring at the fire he opened his mouth to speak but closed it again as Harry stood up, turned on the spot and disappeared into thin air.

Voldemorts eyes narrowed "That will make it more difficult".

Despite the chill breeze cutting into his features the graveyard had a distinct safe feel to it. It was a place of rest and sanctity. Harry strode forward working on the instructions Lupin had given him. He stopped in front of a newly replaced white marble tombstone and counted eight rows down. He spotted it and made his way over. The one very small half oval tombstone marked the grave of his parents. Harry lent forward a ran a hand over the cool rock removing the moss that drooped down the face of it. Harry gazed at the names before him. Lilly Evans and James Potter, may you rest in peace, and there, underneath that an inscription by Dumbledore...Apart two souls divided, together two halves of a whole.

A burning sensation began in Harry's chest, anger. Last year Dumbledore had died at the hands of the man who had handed his parents over to death, Severus Snape. Dumbledores words had haunted him at every moment. It seemed that the attacks had gone up tenfold since it had happened. Harry laid the flowers to rest on the grave. 'Happy Birthday mum'. He whispered his throat tight with emotion. He knew he couldn't stay long. This was how he had to live now. Constantly moving. Dumbledore had left him the task of finding the leftover horcuxes and Harry knew now his headmaster was gone that Voldemort would waste no time in trying to locate him.

He stood up and wiped his nose on his sleeve before he said a silent goodbye and apparated from the spot. Next stop, Godrics Hollow.

Harry grasped his wand tight in his right hand. He had to kill the snake. The Death Eaters flooded out the doors of the neighbors houses. In the commotion Harry lost sight of the enlarged Python making its way along the sidelines of black cloaked wizards. A flash of green to his left. Harry took aim and fired. Nagini's body curled up upon itself and moved no more. Harry felt all his breath leave him in a whoosh as three stunning spells hammered into him from three directions at once. Get up! He told himself. It can't end like this, there's still one more to find.

He forced himself to roll over just in time before a green ray narrowly missed his head by a mere fraction. The spells stopped. Harry panted and looked up to see why.

Voldemorts dark hateful eyes bore into his. His body was tight with anger.

Snape was beside him. The hooked nose X professor rose his wand at once.

"No!" Voldemorts voice cut through the silence like a knife. He lowered his spider like hand again and turned his eyes back to Harrys. He stood forward one pace and Harry took three back.

Voldemorts eyes narrowed on the snake at his heels. He gave it an experimental kick.

"I'm curious to know Harry Potter" he spoke, his voice sent a chill down Harrys spine that had nothing to do with how cold it was. His eyes met Harry's and he looked only murderous. "Why when you have your pick of the litter would you choose to kill a snake?"

He took a step forward and approached slowly. His eyes burned into Harrys. Knowing he was using legilimency Harry met his gaze glaring. He watched the realization slowly dawn on Voldemorts face as he came within two feet of him and felt a sadistic grin spread on his mouth.

"Apparently even in death Dumbledore proved the better man eh?" At the name Voldemorts face twisted up in anger and he let loose a hiss. He struck out and Harry felt the spell whip across his face. He felt backwards feeling his jaw throb angrily. Tasting blood on his lips Harry gazed back up at Voldemorts blood red eyes and uttered a cold humorless laugh.

"They're all gone, you're defenseless now.." Harry stopped short as Voldemorts foot pressed down on his chest. He shook his head an insane look on his features. "Not all Harry Potter, two still remain in tact".

Harrys smile faded. He shook his head. "No it's not possible. You're lying!" Harry spat at him. "There was only seven including you!". But something in the way Voldemort was staring at Harry made him think twice. Voldemort wasn't taking delight in Harry's screw up. In fact his eyes were focused solely on Harry's.

"You are right Harry Potter, but it would seem that Albus was even more of a fool than I gave him credit for. I still remains in tact".

Harry shook his head in denial. "But I destroyed the last four!"

Voldemort huffed. "Still not seeing the big picture are we boy, even now? Two still remain in tact and are standing on these very grounds right now".

Harry's mind raced. No! It couldn't be true. Dumbledore had been right, there were seven but then did that means Dumbledore had lied and hadn't destroyed one of the ones he'd previously found before recruiting Harry?

Voldemort looked back at the waiting Death Eaters who stood ready and waiting, he gestured snape and malfoy forward. He watched them approach as Harry's mind still raced, and then it hit him.

"Oh sir!" Harry's eyes filled with tears. Voldemort was right, there were two but Dumbledore had never been able to destroy the last one. Harry got to his feet as snape and malfoy came to stop either side of him and Voldemort, who by the looks of things was still trying to work out his options.

He was standing very still gazing back at the line of Death Eaters.

"Blood of the foe" it came out as whisper. Voldemorts head snapped back around to look at him.

Snapes gaze widened to his left but Harry still stared unwaveringly at Voldemort to confirm his suspicions. He had to know.

"I'm the last one, the last Horcrux. 'Neither can live while the other survives'."

"What did you say?" Voldemort took a step towards him again. His jaw tight in anger.

Somehow Harry found himself smiling again. His momentary misjudgment would cost him dearly but he nodded. "Oh that's right, Snape here only heard the first half of it didn't he" Voldemort stared at him mouth ajar in shock. Harry's glance flickered to snape. "I know what you did. I'm only sorry I didn't know sooner". Harry spat.

Everyone had seemed to freeze. No one made so much as a movement. The Death Eaters looked on in curiosity.

"What?" came Dracko Malfoys voice from yards back. "You're a Horcrux? What's a Horcrux?"

Voldemorts turned to stare directly at Dracko Malfoy, as if he'd just spoken parseltongue.

"Your secrets out Tom" Harry spoke. Voldemort's nostrils flared to life at the mention of his real name. "As a great man once said to me. We only that which we don't know".

"Enough!" Hissed Voldemort. He turned to face Lucius and Snape and began to bark orders. As he did Harry gazed around and began to contemplate his escape. Surely Voldemort wouldn't kill him now? That was the final gift Dumbledore had left him. Voldemort turned and rose his wand. In that moment Harry was sure from the look on his face he was ready to kill either way but a loud beautiful cry pierced the night and echoed across the street. It was a sound that brought fear to Voldemorts face but hope to Harry's. A burst of flame appeared in midair between them which sent all parties flying backwards. In their shock Harry found himself on his feet and racing as fast as he could towards snape. As Harry ran into him the force sent them both sprawling backwards out across the road.

"Fawks!" Harry bellowed. She appeared beside them.

Without a second thought Harry snatched snapes cloak, reached for the tail and they heard Voldemorts howl of fury before disappeared in a mass of flames.