Harry sat in a rocking chair in the middle of his living room. He felt cold, empty, dead inside. All his hard work, and still more to be done.

'How could this be possible?' he thought. 'I could have sworn I destroyed them all'. Harry stood, a small piece of white paper cluched in his hand, and headed straight for his small kitchen. The blue-walled, worn down kitchen only had space for a counter, a stove, and a microwave, with a small table in the corner. On the wall, a dirty pink wall phone hung. The cord was tangled, and Harry hated using it, but it was all there was at the moment. He picked it up, and dialed a number he knew by heart.

"Hello?" the voice on the other end answered.

"Ron," he spoke, "it's Harry."

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed into the phone, "Hermione, Harry's on the phone!" Ron yelled, then turned back to the phone. "Sorry, mate, how are you?" Ron inquired.

"Not so good. I've received a letter-"

"From who?" Ron cut him off.

Hermione took his moment to cut in, "Ron, let him speak!" she scolded.

"Thank you, Hermione," Harry muttered, "The letter I received was anonymous."

"Anonymous as in no signature?" Ron sounded puzzeled.

Hermione sighed, "That's what it normally means, Ron."

"I was just asking!"

"Anyways," Harry cut in, "The letter reads, "Dear Mr. Potter, there is one thing you've forgotten, one thing you've left behind, one thing that could destroy all humanity. You should come back and destroy it."" Harry read the letter to Ron and Hermione. "Does this mean what I think it means?" Harry asked, a slight sense of shake in his voice.

"Another horcrux?"

"That's what I was thinking."

"You're probably right," Harry sighed.

"Another journey it is!" Ron exclaimed, "I shall start packing!"

"Wait a moment," Hermione stopped them both from hanging up, "we need help."

"Who would you supposed we seek help from? Everyone is dead, woman!" Ron yelled.

Hermione rolled her eyes and responded, "Someone who knew what was going on last time. Someone that we know we can destroy if we had to."

"Violent," Harry mumbled under his breath.

"I heard that!" Hermione yelled.

Harry snickered and apologized, "Sorry, Hermione,"

"Getting back on track," Ron's voice startled Harry- he had almost forgotten Ron was there. "Who do you propose we ask?"

"Malfoy."

A/N: Hey, first story, review please?