"I must tell you, Harry. If I tell you to run away and save yourself, you must do so." Was the last thing Dumbledore said; he'd told Harry he must listen to everything he says. Through his loyalty Harry agreed, even though he didn't want to. Harry took Dumbledore's arm; he had completely aged back to his old self, the two of them landed at the Horcrux cave in England, Harry's breath was taken as he looked at the place they were, a small boat was near, Dumbledore formed a small cut in his palm and scraped it on a nearby rock, "your blood is more precious than mine, Harry." The two entered the boat and travelled to the cave. They hopped out of the boat and made their way up to a basin in the middle of the rocks.

"This is the place Harry." Dumbledore said, looking around.

"So this is where Tom hid the Horcrux then?" Harry asked.

"Indeed."

The two scrambled over to a basin, Harry tried to reach for the locket but it filled with some form of purple liquid. Harry looked at Dumbledore, who had a solemn look on his face.

"This is going to be tougher than I imagined. It might make me beg for you not to give me anymore, it might even kill me, Harry but you must not stop making me drink. If we want this Horcrux; it is the only way."

Harry looked at him, fear and sadness swept through him, "Why can't I do it?"

"Because you're younger and much more important than I am, that's why."

Harry sighed, "You will always be the most important to me." Harry gazed into his blue eyes, he wished to just hold him and not let go; to go forth and drink the potion or whatever it was so Dumbledore wouldn't have to torture himself this way.

Before Harry could do anything, Dumbledore took a shell and scooped some of the purple liquid into it and drank. Instantly he trembled violently and fell to the ground. Fear swept through Harry but he knew what he had to do; Dumbledore had already started shaking, if he didn't drink; it could have made things a lot worse. He took a deep breath and filled the shell with more of the liquid and poured it into Dumbledore's mouth, instantly Dumbledore wreathed in pain.

"MAKE IT STOP!" he cried.

It broke Harry's heart to see him like this but he knew he had to keep going, "please. You have to drink it. It will be okay."

Dumbledore looked into Harry's eyes. "I will be okay; for I am with you."

Harry choked up at this, "I am always with you. I will never leave."

With that he gave Dumbledore some more of the potion, Dumbledore's eyes seemed to close on him. He yelled in pain, shook and pulled away as Harry grabbed his head and forced it into his mouth.

"One more... you can do this."

Dumbledore opened his mouth once more and took some more of the purple liquid; he swallowed and froze for a moment. Harry was sure the man he'd come to love was dying, Harry looked around for some help but no one was there; they were alone. He looked at Dumbledore who took one deep shuddery breath, before he instantly seemed to come good.
Harry scrambled to the basin again and tried to pull the Horcrux out; a golden locket, Dumbledore called for him, his voice as raspy as Harry had ever heard it.

"Water..."

Harry slid his wand out from his robes pocket, "Aguamenti." he said, pointing his wand at the basin, it filled with water instantly, however as he tried to scoop some up from the shell; it would not fill.

There was only one way Harry could retrieve the water and that was by scrambling to the water's edge. Who knew what was in there? He knew inferi were in there; that was a definite. He reached as far as he could with the shell when suddenly something grabbed him; a body. Within seconds, one body turned to hundreds of them. One after another, they all grabbed him and pulled him into the water, Harry punched and kicked each one of them; he wasn't as strong as they were. He cast as many spells he knew; the next thing he saw was a great orange flash. The inferi seemed to have backed off or disappeared; he couldn't tell from the orange glow. When he surfaced, he swam as quickly as he could; he was surrounded by flame and there. In front of him on the rocks, stood Dumbledore, circling his wand in the air, flame circling just as his wand was. This was the most amazing site Harry had ever seen. He felt his heart leap in joy that Dumbledore was okay, as well as adoration for the man some more. The Horcrux, Harry noticed shined around Dumbledore's neck; he'd retrieved. The mission was complete. So he hoped.