Chapter Twelve:

Another Prophecy-

'Prophecy'

I see the Red Sea part in front of me
I see the desert clouds bleed above me
I'm with the prophets on the final destiny
We'll fight the heathens and the ghost enemy

This is the prophecy
This is the prophecy

I see the money beggars on the last temptation
We're marching now through the devastation
I'm with the prophets on a mission of salvation
Cities falling, nations falling nations

This is the prophecy
This is the prophecy

I see the new millennium tribal warfare
I see them blind sheep going nowhere
The new exodus, just like they said
I see the crown of thorns, you know I was there

This is the prophecy
This is the prophecy

I see the times in this armaggideon
I see the flag of the conquering lion
I must reach the mountains of Zion
I'm with the prophets and the prophecy goes on

This is the prophecy
This is the prophecy

New millennium tribal war
New millennium tribal war
New millennium tribal war
New millennium tribal war

By Soulfly

The woman said, "He is the keeper of souls. He takes other's to make up for his own missing ones. The one who defeats him, is the one who sets the souls free. Once he is truly gone forever, the souls of those trapped will be set free."

"What does that mean?" Ginny asked, her previous scowl now replaced by a very confused look.

"Well, first of all, Harry, do you have any souls hidden?" Hermione asked, receiving a horrified Harry shaking his head, "Well, then you must be the one who sets the souls free."

"Okay, now, who is the keeper of the souls?" Mark asked.

Harry picked up the ball and looked on the front. "Voldemort," He said simply.

"Of course," Ron said, "He's always the reason you get these stupid titles. The Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, and now, the one who sets free the souls."

"Thanks for reminding me Ron," Harry said sarcastically.

"Stop it, you two. Harry, I'm the one who's supposed to do that with Ron, but I'm taking your job right now," Hermione said, "Now, we know that Voldemort is the keeper of souls. He's taken other's to make up for his own missing ones. What does that mean?"

"Well, he split up his soul and made seven horcruxes," Ginny said.

"And he's taken other peoples' souls, to replace his own," Harry finished.

"Is that possible?" Ron asked skeptically, "I mean, replace them? Sounds really dodgy to me."

"Well, if anyone knows it, it'll be Dumbledore," Ginny said.

"Or…Horace Slughorn. I mean, he's the one who told Tom Riddle about them in the first place," Harry said pensively, "Let's go and see if he can do anything for us."

"Why, Harry m'boy! And, Hermione, Ginny," Slughorn said brightly. But, his tone fell slightly when he said, "Ron, and who are you?"

"Mark Evans. Hermione's fiancé. From Australia," Mark said.

"Pleasure," Slughorn said dryly, "Anyway, what can I do for you?"

"I have a question about…Horcruxes," Harry said uncertainly.

"Well, Harry, you can ask. But, I don't want to make another mistake," Slughorn said.

"Erm-once you've made a Horcrux, can you take someone else's soul and put it into your body, to replace yours?"

"Yes, yes you can. And, it makes you more powerful. Why do you ask?"

"Because-" Harry hesitated, "Well, we think that Voldemort-" Slughorn flinched. "Voldemort did that. But took seven souls."

Slughorn just stared at him.

"I think we'd better be going," Hermione said nervously, "You know, places to go, people to see."

They all walked out of the house, after a short good-bye. Once the door was closed, Ron grumbled, "You know, I can't believe that he still can't treat me anything above just civil. He's a real git."

"I know Ron, but he did help us," Ginny said.

"I guess."

Once they were all seated at the table in Grimmald Place, Hermione spoke up, "Harry, which Horcrux did you not destroy?"

"Hufflepuff's Cup."

"Do you have any idea of where it may be?"

"Nope."

"What does it look like?" Ron asked

"Well, it," Harry said.

Ron thought for a minute. Suddenly, his face lit up, and he said, "Harry, have you ever heard the story of Ron and the Weasley Ghoul?"

Harry shook his head as Hermione said, "Ron, I don't think that it's relevant right now."

"No, it is. So, before Vol-Voldemort attacked the Burrow, I was visiting, and I was already in a bad mood. So, the ghoul was causing a raucous, as always, and I snapped. I stormed up to the attic, and I started to throw things at it. The last thing I threw was a cup. It was kinda rusted, but really beautiful otherwise. Once I threw it, the ghoul left. No one had seen him since. Mom even had a mini-celebration." Harry was laughing by then. He knew how much Ron had always hated the ghoul in his attic, which was right above his room. Ron was laughing too, but ceased once he got a glare from Hermione. "Anyway, the point of my story is that, now that I've thought about it, I think the cup I chucked at the ghoul was Hufflepuff's. Mom has all the stuff from our place up in the attic. That's what took me so long to find Sirius."

"Let's go find it," Harry said.

"Go Harry! You can do it! You're my godson, for god's sake! Plus, you defeated Voldemort!" The portrait of Sirius cheered.

Harry just rolled his eyes at his godfather's crazy antics, as they all went upstairs.

After an hour, they were all gathered in Harry's room, standing around the cup on the desk. "Are you sure it's a Horcrux, Harry?" Ginny asked uncertainly.

"Yes, can you see the faint black aura around it?" Harry asked. They all nodded. "That's Voldemort's signature. This is definitely a Horcrux. Let me handle it. Could you guys all leave?"

They did, and Harry looked at the cup. "Well, you've caused me lots of trouble. Once I do this, Voldemort will be gone forever, and 'the souls' or whatever they are, will be let out. Then, I will be able to forget it all, and live some sort of a normal life. Wait…why am I talking to a cup. Strippioso!" He said. The cup disappeared, and a small black ball was floating in it's place. "Avada Kedavra!" He said, and the ball blew up and the pieces disappeared.

He exited the room, wearing a huge smile. "I did it. It's gone." Was all he said, before he apparated away.