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Author's note: This is a full three months after the last chapter, you'll find a very different Harry.
"I think you're ready for your final test, Harry," Godric said, his wand drawn. They were in the Room of Requirement which was currently in the form of the Great Hall, filled with students. "And we have to do it quick?"
"What, why," Harry asked, suspicious. This man was never in a rush when it came to Harry's training, and this, the last day of his training with the two founders should have been most important to the man.
"You'll see," Godric said, morosely.
"Fine, then what's my final test?"
"Us," Salazar replied. The world around Harry started up and the people dissappeared, before Godric flicked his wand toward Harry, catching him in the gut with a Reductor Curse.
"GO! Rudra, go for Salazar, Maleck, let's back Godric into the corner."
"Careful friend, he's got a plan," Salazar warned Gryffindor. Rudra shot off at an incredible speed toward Salazar and Harry dashed toward Godric, hexing goblets on tables to pelt themselves at him.
Augamenti! A jet of water sprayed Godric directly in the eyes, and Harry gave a grunt of pain and closed his eyes in concentration. Moments later, Harry was a long, powerful cobra, almost a mix between Rudra and Maleck. Together he and Maleck took off at Godric, and Harry began to hiss out orders to Maleck. His plan had worked, Salazar was engaged in battle with Rudra and thus was unable to translate his orders for Godric, securing his victory.
"Now, do it now!" Harry slithered toward Godric as Maleck faked as if to bite the man, and wrapped himself around Gryffindor's feet, causing the man to fall on his friend. In the chaos that followed, Harry shifted to his human form and used spell Godric had used.
"Fluvius!" Before the water could hit he cast the bubble-head charm on himself and the snakes, surrounding them completely in the bubble of air. A torrent of water fell, immediately filling the room.
Almost a full hour later, Godric brought his elbow forward, which sent Harry flying into the closest wall. Harry had been worn out from the first time he'd gone out of his newly acquired Animagus transformation, which he knew he had only achieved this quickly with the help of Salazar himself. He took a deep tired breath. "Good… you've passed."
Harry was going to protest that he'd lost as Salazar pulled him to his feet, but then realized that he'd had no chance of beating them from the beginning. When the door out of the Room appeared, Harry and the snakes were the first two out of it. "I brought this from your personal store," Godric said, handing a sack to Harry after using a drying spell on the lot of them. Harry opened the sack and saw almost every potion he had ever created in it.
"You'll need them."
"What does that mean," he asked, somewhat annoyed. Harry rooted around in the sack until he managed to find and down a Strengthening Solution which immediately took effect.
Salazar turned and pointed down the hall way to the unmarked door they had originally entered. "Go, it's time to make another appearance."
"Why?"
"Do we have to spell it out for you, Riddle is on his way."
Harry's eyes widened and he hissed for Rudra and Maleck to follow him before taking off. He threw open the door, slid into the pure white room, the snakes and the Founders in his wake. "Give me a fireplace," Harry commanded the room, and it complied.
"Hey!" McGonagall looked down at the fireplace in her office, shocked.
"Harry?" Harry nodded, and then came through, Rudra, Maleck, and two of the Founders in tow. "What is it, is He coming back?"
"Yes," Salazar said in answer when Harry found he couldn't. "And coincidently, you've had your people tracking bad leads; we've caused your censors to go off these several months during training sessions. Now, this army will be bigger than the last, every Inferi he has, every Death Eater, Dementor and creature he has on his side will be here within the hour."
Harry raised his wand and said aloud, "Expecto Patronum. Internuntio." He repeated this several times. "I've sent a message to all the teachers, to the Gryffindor House, Ravenclaw House and Hufflepuff House, and Slytherin House, though who know how many will answer my call. I just said that Voldemort was coming and that any Sixth Years and above who can need to get ready to fight and first get everyone into the Great Hall."
Harry turned and hexed the ears off of the nearest Death Eater, when a blast shook the ground so hard he stopped in his steps. His eyes wide, Harry watched as Voldemort himself parted the crowd of Death Eaters. He was still no longer blind, and he had re-grown his hand, but most annoying to Harry, he had a wand.
"Make room, make room you fools." A circle of Death Eaters formed around Voldemort, and Harry broke through the ring and stared the man down. If he were to take him down now, to kill him, he'd come back, again, he'd do it. But I'd have time… time to hunt down his Horcruxes… he raised his wand toward Tom Riddle. This man was filth, a filthy beast as Hagrid said…. As anger grew inside of him, Harry silently blasted a huge path through the Death Eaters.
He would have to kill this man, completely. But for now, he had could do this without too much on his conscious, right? 'Killing' this man would really be like destroying an Inferi; there would be no soul damaged. For the Inferi it was because their soul was gone, for Voldemort, it was because the soul was immortal.
"Fight me Potter, I'm going to make you pay for what you did to me, you'll never have the chance to take me again." Harry saw people fighting their way through the Death Eaters toward him, but he knew it would take a long time for anyone to reach him as the remaining Death Eaters filled in the gap he had just made.
"Alright Tommy, but not here," he reached into his pocket and withdrew a portkey Slytherin had made him before the battle. "Grab hold and we'll fight alone, in a place you know well. The Chamber of Secrets." Voldemort's eyes widened and he complied. The words 'The Chamber of Secrets' had triggered the portkey, and the two of them disappeared from the battle grounds. Harry landed atop his own cot which broke through under the very sudden addition of his weight.
As soon as he regained his balance, he sent a well placed, 'Reducto.' This hit Voldemort in his gut and slammed him against one of the walls. Voldemort rebounded with a spell that caught Harry's cauldron and sent it flying forward, slamming into Hary's back and spilling the brewing Felix Felicis on him. "I've been brewing that for months you," with an angry cry, Harry jinxed the remains of his cot to wrap itself around Voldemort.
The Dark Lord destroyed this rather simply, and Harry began to grow angrier. He'd been putting so much work into that potion. Harry raised a large stone wall around the platform leading to the Mouth Chamber, and as soon as he was sure he had sealed off his important stuff on the platform, he turned and gave a rather evil smile. "Fluvius!" Down came a waterfall, dousing Harry and Voldemort with water. As soon as he'd vanished the water, he pointed his wand at Voldemort, and transfigured the water soaked into the man's clothes into something else that Voldemort wouldn't be that familiar with.
Kerosene.
When Voldemort realized that whatever spell Harry had just cast hadn't done any noticeable damage, he transfigured the remains of the cot into a large serpent. When it immediately took a lung at Harry, he vanished it with a skill he hadn't ahd last time he'd faced Voldemort. "You've improved Potter."
"I've been training with the best, Tommy boy."
"Crucio," Voldemort's spell hit, catching Harry by surprise. He fell to the ground in pain, screeching, crying out. When the spell had been lifted Harry was able to use the very last second before Voldemort recast the spell to trip the man up.
With his anger still burning through him, Harry stepped down on Voldemort's gut, "this one is for whatever your memory did to Ginny down here." And with a grin, Harry cast a simple Bat-Boogie hex on the man, using that moment to regain his composure.
"Hey, Voldy," Harry taunted, backing away from the man. Voldemort sent a blind Reductor Curse toward him in reply. "Burn." Incendio, he thought, and watched with an extreme pleasure as Voldemort's robes literally burst into flame. Burning, Voldemort began firing off killing curses at random, one of which barely missed Harry. He used one of his favorite new spells taught to him by Slytherin to catch Voldemort in the gut with a blast of wind, which also put out the flames.
Again Voldemort slammed into the wall, but this time, something very different was happening. Harry thrust his wand forward almost immediately after and released several dormant spells he and Godric had set around the room. A long tongue shot from two serpent statues and wrapped themselves around Voldemort.
What? How, how could a mere mudblood have tricked me like this, Voldemort thought as soon as he realized what was going on. Rudra and Maleck slithered toward Harry and Voldemort and each sank their fangs into his ankles. "Good work, Rudra, Maleck, bring me what I need."
Voldemort began muttering curse after curse, trying to break his stone binding, but to no avail. The Founders themselves had set this trap up. "Alright, Voldie," hissed Harry as he took a flask of potion from the mouths of either snake. He read the labels quickly. With a flick of Harry's wand Voldemort felt his mouth forced open. Harry tipped a vial down the man's throat, and then a second.
"What is this?" Voldemort sputtered.
"Veritaserum and a forgetfulness potion. You won't remember this conversation in ten minutes. Now, where are you hiding Hufflepuff's cup?" It was risky, but the Forgetfulness Potion had been brewed so that Voldemort wouldn't remember Harry knew specifically. He had to do this quickly.
"In the old Muggle Orphanage," Voldemort spat out violently.
"The object of Ravenclaw's that you stole?"
"It's here, at Hogwarts," the man replied, struggling more violently than ever at his binds.
"Why didn't you protect yourself against Veritaserum?"
"I didn't expect you could be so intelligent, you filth." Harry growled.
"You're the filth. Name off all of them."
"What?"
"The Horcruxes."
Voldemort bit down on his bottom lip, but finally opened his mouth and began sprouting out his deepest, darkest secrets.
"Marvolo's ring, my old diary, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's cup, Ravenclaw's journal, and Nagini."
Harry gave a triumphant 'ha.'
"Well how does it make you feel to know the ring is gone, the journal is gone, and so is Nagini?"
After several long moments of silence, he answered. "Like I need to murder you now Potter!"
"The locket, it was stolen before I could get to it, someone has it hidden, when I find it, I'll destroy it too." Harry strode over to his trunk on the table and withdrew the ring, putting it securely on his finger.
"Where do you ha-"
Then Harry gave a gasp as he saw the man double over and puke, signaling that the Forgetfulness Potion had taken effect. He wouldn't remember that Harry knew about the Horcruxes. Anger raged through Harry, it had been a waste, there was still one loose! Angrily he strode over to Voldemort and said, "Where is your hideout?"
"Why would I tell you, Potter? What have you done, where are we? I will have your head for this!" Harry silenced the now defenseless Wizard. The man had expelled the Veritaserum… which meant that Harry now had no use for him, he had to get him out of the Chamber, fast.
Harry turned toward the man. He could do something else. He brought his wand down level with Tom Riddle's throat. He could kill the man. Couldn't he?
Tears, tears of all things came out of his eyes as he made up his mind. Murder… he was thinking of committing murder. You've committed murder before, if truth be told, when you were only a year old, the voice in the back of his head prodded him. "Shut up," he yelled, raising his hand to clutch his ears. "I have no choice, I have to do this, Sectusempra," he yelled, and the flesh of Voldemort's throat was cut clean through.