This is a story of Harry and his friends defeating the Horcruxes to try to defeat Voldemort. This is following the books and some ideas that I have for the seventh book. Please review if you guys like it because I will continue if you do!

I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does and it's awesome!

Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room on one of the squishy chairs while Hermione lit a fire in the long abandoned fireplace. Ron was up in the old dormatories reminicing sincethe trio seemed to do that a lot lately.

They sat in what had once been the greatest school in history, Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In most's opinion, it had hit it's highest point when Professor Dumbledore had been appointed and presided as Headmaster. It had also hit it's lowest point when he died, causing the school to be abandoned. After all, the only reason that most of the parents sent their kids to school there was BECAUSE of Dumbledore. He was the only one that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had ever feared and Hogwarts was the only place he wasn't able to infiltrate without help.

Now having so many people under one roof was too dangerous. No parent would send their child to Hogwarts, even if it was open.

Harry and his two friends had been going around for the past year in search of Voldemort's Horcruxes. Now all but one was uncursed and destroyed. The locket, the ring, the diary, the mirror of Erised, Nagini (Voldemort's pet), and Hufflepuff's cup. That was why the trio was at Hogwarts again. Hufflepuff's cup had been found in the trophy room of the school and they were up in Griffindor tower contemplating what the last Horcrux could be.

Harry found it hard to think of that at the moment though, he was busy being pelted with memories.

His first year at Hogwarts, his first time flying, his first kiss with Ginny, his first journey with the invisibility cloak, the room of requirements, the owlery, the D.A. (which the Order of the Pheonix had adopted as a new title), Fred and George leaving Hogwarts, and Harryleaving Hogwarts himself.

Harry let all of the emotions run over him, feeling tears coming to his eyes.

His entire life had been plagued because of Voldemort. He had had to live his life of abuse with the Dursleys, lived with fame that caused everyone to be skeptical and unbelieving, every year he seemed to be attacked by him or made aware of some other horror that had gone unseen, caused by Voldemort. His scar burning, being possessed by Voldemort, having to be in the Tri Wizard tournament because of Voldemort. It was all his fault. Most of the excitement in Harry's life had been because of Voldemort. Harry couldn't think of a single memory that didn't remind him of the man. Even flying made him think of him and how Quiddich games had been canceled from lack of attendence and danger of such large group gatherings. All because of Voldemort.

Sometimes Hermione worried about Harry. He seemed to get more gloomy the farther they went in their journeys. Sometimes she was afraid he wouldn't be able to conjure his patronus, after all it was difficult to think of a happy thought these days but Harry would have it even harder than most. She decided to break the silence and the badgering they were all getting from memories by brought up the matter at hand.

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Maybe we should start thinking about the next Horcrux, I mean I know it may seem a little early but-"

"No, you're right, so what do we have so far?"

"Well since we have gotten things from all of the other houses: Slytherin, Haufflepuff's cup and the Mirror that was made by Ravenclaw,"

"Yes I guess that leavesGryffindor." Harry nodded.

"Unless he hated them so much he didn't think anything of their's worthy of using." offered Ron from the bottom of the staircase.

"Hi Ron," said Hermione " you're right but I think he would want to use something, just to prove that he could get something of his enemy's and use it against them, I mean who would suspect something that was right under their nose and that they thought would be on their side."

"So what is there of Gryffindors?" said Harry, thinking outloud.

"What about Gryffindor's sword?" offeredRon.

"No," said Hermione. "remember? Harry got Gryffindor's sword out of Gryffindor'shat, I don't think that Voldemort could have conjured the sword I mean didn't Dumbledore say something about that Harry?" she knew it was hard to think of Dumbledore, especially for Harry, he had been in such a state when the former Headmaster had died.

"Yes," he answered "He said that that could only be summoned by a true Gryffindor."

"Ok then," said Ron. "Well maybe there is something else, I mean Slytherin had the locket and the ring, so maybe Gryffindor has two-"

"The hat and the sword." interruptted Hermione.

"Oh, yeah."

"Well," began Hermione. " It had to be something that Voldemort could hide or make sure that it was well hidden, like Hufflepuff's cup. Who would have noticed it among so many other trophies? So he had to know it would be safe,like the trophy was in Hogwarts, ormaybe he set up a lot of curses around it. Then again maybe it is an animal like Nagini, I mean Voldemort could have skipped a Gryffindor object and found a dark creature. But then he would have to be sure it would be heavily guarded and protected, otherwise, what was the point?"

She paused and looked to Ron, who was starring at Harry worriedly. "Harry mate, are you ok? You look like Lockhart seeing a ghost after my wand backfired."

"I-it's me."

His two friends froze "What are you talking about Harry?"

"It's me," he whispered. "I'm the last Horcrux of Voldemort."

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