Another Chance

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Harry- Cervus (green)

Ginny- Aelurus (black)

Hermione- Lutra (red)

Ron- Certus (R-Orange)

Luna- Astrum (Midnight Blue)

Oliver- Amoveo (Royal Blue)

Flynn- Velox (White)

Draco- Hydra (Silver)

Izzy- Modus (Purple)

Chapter 26: Recordings Reveal Everything

The Untouchables were sitting on comfortable couches that they had transfigured from rubble. Harry took out the magically modified Tape Recorder. He hit the play button and waited a few moments until Dumbledore started speaking.

"I now call this meeting into session," Dumbledore said. "Order of the Phoenix meeting number 372, today's topic, Horcruxes."

"Yes!" the Untouchables cheered. Harry pressed play once more. Something told me he was going to have to pause a lot if the Untouchables kept on commenting.

"You all might be wondering, how was Voldemort able to live after he got killed by the killing curse? I have the answer. After some… persuasion, my friend Horace Slughorn has given me some vital information."

Harry felt sick when Dumbledore mentioned 'persuasion'.

"Voldemort has created Horcruxes. Horcruxes are some of the Darkest Magic possible. The most amounts anyone can create are seven. Young Harry destroyed one when he was twelve in the Chamber of Secrets." Dumbledore said.

"That's one, the diary." Izzy said whilst using her hands to count off the seven Horcruxes.

"Three days ago whilst I was out I… stumbled across another Horcrux, a ring. Only some people can sense Dark magic like this, I am one of them." He paused adding a dramatic effect to the previous statement. "Horcruxes hold a piece of someone's soul, so if they get killed… they can be reborn. Because they hold one's soul they are extremely hard to destroy."

"How much do you want to bet he's wearing it?" Oliver asked with a slight grimace.

"Probably thinks he's powerful enough to destroy it that way," Harry snorted.

"How come you're wearing it then, sir?" James Potter asked.

"Well you see, my boy, I am very powerful as you can tell. I believe my magic can overcome the dark magic and destroy a piece of Voldemort's soul," he said pompously.

"Congratulations on capturing their leader James. Arthur you too, Congratulations for capturing that other guy!"

"That other guy!"Oliver scoffed. "Anyway, I told you! The prick thinks he can actually handle a Horcrux! Ha." Oliver said.

Ginny was frowning; James Potter had captured his own son.

"You do know you're talking to a recording, right mate?" Flynn asked the half owl.

"After days of research I have found out what three Horcruxes are. I also suspect one other, but I am not sure. I am certain that Slytherin's Locket and Hufflepuff's Cup. I suspect that his snake familiar, Nagini, is one too."

"That's only two!" Izzy accused.

"They don't even notice!" Hermione huffed

"So where are they?" Sirius asked.

"That is the question my boy. I suspect that one of them might be in the hands of his most trusted Death Eater."

"This means that they're related to Draco." Ginny joked.

Draco gasped, "Bella!"

"My aunt Bellatrix might have it; she'd die if the thing told her to. If it were father, he would have been boasting about it by now. I doubt V-Voldemort trusts the werewolf enough to let him look after it. The other one's are either in Azkaban or too thick to be trusted with it." He explained.

"Probably Malfoy or Lestrange, I think the Dark Lord's starting to realize there's a spy in the Inner Circle." Snape said in a whisper.

"Severus, you must not let this happen! We need that information, without the information we could lose this war!" Dumbledore said gravely.

"Oh yeah, lose the war and all your fame!" Ron accused.

"But he does have a point. Professor Snape is their only 'link' to Voldemort." Luna said, speaking for the first time.

"Back to the task at hand, James, Lily you two might be a little shocked to hear this, Harry is the only one who can stop Voldemort.

"Gasp the woe. How could we not have seen this?" Izzy sarcastically said with a monotone voice.

The Untouchables snickered at her strange antics.

"You see there's this prophecy about him. It clearly states that neither can live whilst the other survives."

The Untouchables were quiet for a moment.

"What!" Ginny shrieked.

"In the name of Merlin's balls, what the hell does that mean?" Ron asked.

"Ron!" Hermione snapped she did not approve of such vulgar things.

The other Untouchables, save Harry, started snapping at each other and going on about how that was so wrong.

"Guy's its fine." Harry said unconvincingly. Honestly, he was a tad nervous, sure, he had learned a lot of advanced magic, but he was only fifteen! Voldemort was who knows how old!

"Dumbledore, I want to know the whole thing. Please," Lily pleaded.

Dumbledore sighed. "Ok, if I can remember clearly… ah let me just extract the memory instead."

It was quite for a few moments, save for some chairs and paper shuffling.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches … born to those who have thrice defied them, born as the seventh month dies … and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not … and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live whilst the other survives … the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

"One must die at the hand of the other…" Harry repeated disbelief clearly written in his voice.

"Well you know power he knows not." Draco said trying to lighten the mood. It was not working.

"Yeah… I'll be in the Room of Requirement trying to blow off some steam. You guys listen to the rest." Before any of them could argue Harry shadow traveled away.

The bloody git Harry thought he's been hiding this from me this long!

"I have the right to know!" he whispered angrily to himself. Harry walked thrice across the wall and watched as a door appeared.

He walked inside and noticed the room had basically two things that he cared about noticing. Breakable stuff, yes he counted that as one, and a Louisville Slugger.

Harry grabbed the slugger and smashed a near by vase. Feeling slightly satisfied Harry repeated the action on a glass goblet. Harry didn't care about his tempestuous behavior at all. He was actually glad was like that right now. Harry smirked as he saw a glass sculpture of Dumbledore. Oh sweet revenge Harry mused.

Just as Harry was about to smash Dumbledore's head into who knows how many pieces his scar erupted. Harry fell to his knees clutching his scar. Damn you stupid scar Harry thought angrily. He opened his eyes and blinked repeatedly trying to regain his sight. He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful diadem. He noticed the color scheme signified it belonged to a Ravenclaw. But why had his scar hurt? Was Voldemort near? Unless… it was a Horcrux!

Ok, time to see if my Hogwarts Child powers are still here Harry thought.

"Hogwarts, I command thee to bring me the Sword of Gryffindor!" Harry called. Harry looked around and sighed, nothing. A hole abruptly opened a few inches in front of Harry, the Sword of Gryffindor shot out of the hole and into Harry's hand. Harry smiled, completely forgetting he could've just used a summoning charm. Harry's smile faltered as he saw his own reflection. He didn't like looking in it; it only showed him a face, but not himself. Harry honestly didn't know who he was anymore.

He wasn't Dumbledore' Golden Boy anymore that was for sure. He also wasn't the same helpless orphan anymore. He wasn't the 'freak' his Uncle and Aunt had dubbed him so many years ago either. So who was he? He wasn't even sure if he was still Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived.

Ignoring the little voice in his head to tell someone Harry raised the Sword and stabbed the diadem. He heard an ear splitting scream, Voldemort's soul he thought bitterly.

Two or three including the one Dumbledore has, down four to go.

Back with the Untouchables…

"So… I guess we should just finish it." Izzy said.

"Dumbledore, you can't let that happen! Harry he's only fifteen!" Lily said in a small and squeaky voice as if she had just been crying.

"I'll do what I can Lily, I promise." His voice rose. "Meeting number 372 has now come to a closure."

"Hmm… Harry didn't miss much then." Hermione said to Ron.

"Yup, lets head up to our dorms, I'm knackered." Ron replied.

The Untouchables got up and began to leave.

"Oh! Wait I need to talk to Flynn and Oliver." Izzy said nervously. The rest of the team shrugged, too tired to ask what else was happening.

"What's up?" Oliver asked identifying Izzy's body language, she was hiding something.

"There's still some time left on this thing. There's about twelve minutes of taping left. I didn't want to tell them because they looked tired and it might not be anything important."

The guys nodded and motioned for her to play the recording, not bothering to even sit down.

Thump thump thump… everyone was trudging out of the room.

"Hmm… now what am I to do with my prisoners? Doesn't matter. The real question is how do I make it seem like it was me who captured them?"

Izzy snorted, as if he could catch two Untouchables.

"Now, what do I do now? Harry still hasn't joined me, the little brat! I've tried offering him nicely, bribing, and even acting like a damned grandfather to him when he was a vile and wretched orphan! That leaves me with two options, controlling him with Imperio or black-mailing him and his family."

"Why that slimy-" Izzy started.

"Unworthy, malevolent-" Oliver continued.

"Malign, gay bastard!" Flynn finished.

"But it shouldn't come to that… yet. If he's anything like his idiot father he'll be right by my side groveling and asking me for help after he hears about his role in the war."

"Next time I see him you two are going to need to hold me back from attacking him." Izzy stated.

"Can't do that Iz," Flynn said in a low voice. "You'll need to be holding us back too!"

"Then again… if he's anything like his cretin, floozy, mud-blood mother he'll just have to be bribed… even more than usual."

"Lily Potter is not floozy!" Oliver proclaimed. She was the closest thing he'd ever had to a mother.

"Anyway, after crack-pot… er- Potter joins me I'll be invincible! Then again there's his stupid little group of friends, though they're nothing to worry about. I still have all those Order members watching them anyway."

"He's spying on us!" Izzy shouted outraged.

"Now the only thing I truly need to worry about is-"

"Getting all the fame and glory?" Oliver spat.

"Telling Harry that he's the seventh Horcrux."

Izzy dropped the tape recorder in shock. The three stood there breathless. All oblivious to the fact that their only proof that Dumbledore was truly evil was shattered into a million pieces on the ground.

Sorry it took so long! I had a mock EOG test Friday and my whole week was busy! I also had a bad case of writers block. But you know the saying right? "When you don't know what to type, Bash Dumbledore again and again!' or something along those lines ^_^. Thanks for the reviews, alerts and favorites! I'll try to post faster but you know how writers block is.

I forgot, does Harry's scar hurt when he's near a Horcrux? If it doesn't then oh well, it does here! Yes, I do know Nagini became a Horcrux in the seventh book, thank you very much!

Shoshona79: I was waiting for someone to ask about Neville. I really don't know what to do with him. I might make him feel left out and join Voldemort or take over PoH later on. But who knows, the story has a mind of its own. Any ideas for the next chapter?

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