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Alone.

Harry was paralysed with shock when he looked at the spot where his former best friends, Ron and Hermione had just disapparated after their fight; while he knew the horcrux had been a major catalyst for the fight, Harry had half expected there to be a fight. There were too many reasons and possibilities for a fight; Ron's never-ending hunger and lack of restraint, not having any real idea of where the damn horcruxes were or even how to destroy them thanks to Dumbledore's need to play games and give him only the basic information and nothing substantial, but that was Dumbledore all over for you, Hermione's bad ideas…

So no, while he was taken by surprise by how long it had taken, Harry wasn't shocked by the fight or their departure, but whether it was because Hermione had had enough and decided to leave, or if it had happened by accident, Harry didn't know and he didn't care although Hermione had shouted and pleaded for Ron to stop, but it hadn't happened. In truth, he was glad she was gone since he'd had enough aggro and condescending looks from her this last month for her tastes.

Both Ron and Hermione were fed up with the way he didn't seem to know what to do, and he didn't despite his best efforts, especially those months he had spent trying to persuade Slughorn to give him that fucking memory. He had wanted to have been gone from Hogwarts long ago, but he had stuck around because he was being hunted by Voldemort and even his explorations of the Room of Requirement which had given him a lot of details about the horcruxes last year which was way better than dealing with Slughorn and Dumbledore combined hadn't given him anyway of dealing with the fucking things.

But Ron and Hermione believed Dumbledore had told him what he'd needed to do, and they'd pointed it out to him, and they'd gotten angry when they felt he didn't have a decent plan. The truth was Dumbledore had given him bugger all. Even worse, the old fool had played those stupid games without telling him how to find the horcruxes. Instead, he just showed Harry those stupid memories; he didn't give a tinkers toss about Voldemort's past, why should he? The bastard was irrelevant.

But he also needed to find out if they really had left, or not.

"Homenum revelio," Harry whispered.

He sighed with relief but also a bit of sadness. They weren't here. While he was glad they were gone, he was sorry things had come to this stage. He had told them he didn't want them to come. He had told them this hunt wasn't going to be easy, but they seemed to think of it as a fucking game. He glared down at the horcrux, already hearing the filthy promises and goading from Voldemort; even his soul pieces were predictable and boring.

Voldemort and Dumbledore. Harry had never liked Dumbledore, the old headmaster was too much of a schemer with delusions of grandeur and ever since he had learnt the old wizard had put him in the Dursleys house, but last year Dumbledore's heights of stupidity had really taken the biscuit.

Harry could understand the need for himself to learn about Voldemort's past, but to do it over a period of time without teaching him anything relevant… he had only carried on with this charade because he had needed to find one of the horcruxes.

Ron and Hermione were wrong. He did have a plan. The only problem was he had needed time to let his magic become stronger, and he had also needed to know how to get the incantation right. He had just been about to do it when Ron and Hermione had buggered off. He had discovered a spell that could destroy the horcruxes. One of Dumbledore's biggest mistakes was believing that the horcruxes needed to be destroyed…whatever method he'd used to destroy that fucking ring.

The Ancient Egyptians had come up with a way. Horcruxes had apparently been around for centuries, they were used as a means of immortality by Ancient Pharaohs. Horcruxes were seen as acceptable, the problem with Pharaohs was they had the habit of dying when they were too young. But there was a problem; while the Pharaohs were pouncing around, smug and patting themselves on the back that they had become immortal, they didn't realise the horcruxes didn't work as advertised. The soul was important to the wizard's magic, and because the magic was what kept a wizard alive for decades like in Dumbledore's case, if you damaged it then you would be halving your life cycle. For muggles it was even worse; because they had no magic, they had nothing that could prevent the inevitable. The muggle Pharaohs who died a short time after the horcruxes was made didn't even have long to prevent it. Another problem was mental instability, which made sense given how insane Tom Riddle was even before he made his first horcrux.

But enemies of the Pharaohs had come up with interesting magical spells and techniques for destroying the disgusting abominations - Harry had taken a dark view of them after reading the horror stories of what they did and who made them; many who made one were a lot like Voldemort in more ways than once, and some of them had committed atrocities Voldemort could only dream of - and Harry had come across it very quickly during his research. When Dumbledore revealed what Voldemort had done, Harry had gone straight to the Room of Requirement and discovered the books detailing the Egyptian incantation while the other books were not as informative. He hadn't trusted the old wizard to give him any real information, and he had been prepared to cast the spell on the horcrux after discovering that when the spell was cast on the soul piece it rip out the rest of the soul from the main body. The war would have ended in just one night… and then it was discovered some bastard called R.A.B had discovered the horcrux, and tried to destroy it. Yeah, well Sirius had described his younger brother as a moron.

And so, without a horcrux Harry had needed time to think. He had left the Dursleys as soon as he could, although the Order hadn't liked it and to be honest he was sick of dealing with those busybodies, especially as they came up with a plan Dumbledore had discussed with Snape hearing every word, so Voldemort had known about, so it was easy for the evil wizard to launch an attack. Harry felt little sympathy for Moody. The idiot should have seen the flaw, but it was obvious the bugger had lost a few brain cells over the years.

He hadn't been allowed to do any last-minute preparation at the Burrow either, thanks to Molly fucking Weasley and Ginny the little bimbo. Harry had found new reasons to hate the magical world after spending an awful night puking up love potions and god knew what else thanks to Madam Pomfrey after he'd told her he was worried about taking a few. He had known the silly girl hadn't gotten over her crush on him, but if she thought he was just going to take it lying down, she was wrong especially as he had the proof of what she'd done with her bitch of a mother's help in his trunk. Ginny had tried to kiss him over the summer, but he had been repulsed by her presence.

The hunt…

It was a disaster since neither of his 'helpers' had any decent ideas of getting one of the horcruxes, and it did not help Dumbledore hadn't bothered trying to tell him where they might be, and he didn't know where Voldemort could have hidden one besides Gringotts. He had told them he had wanted to go to the bank, but no. They kept saying it was a security risk, but how could it be when they could use magic to disguise themselves and the goblins would never allow anybody to fight in their bank? The Death Eaters were used to people running away and hiding like cowards, they wouldn't last against the goblins.

But no. Instead they had broken into the Ministry - again - and taken it from around Umbridge's neck (Harry was just relieved he had broken the evil bitch's neck; he had wanted to do that for bloody ages) and then scarpered; but Harry had been waiting for a while so he could study the book he'd pinched from the Room of Requirement for any more details. He had a good idea about the theory already, but Harry had wanted to go much further than ever.

But he was ready this time around. Harry picked up the horcrux and held it up briefly, already hearing the horcrux which made his scar ache beyond belief, but he pushed the pounding headache aside as he grabbed his stuff before he left on foot. There was no doubt in his mind that Ron and Hermione might likely find their way back to where they'd left him and he didn't want to be here when they got back. After he got a fair distance away, Harry disapparated, mentally picking out the old hut the Dursleys had dragged him and Dudley to when they'd tried to run away from the letters. The place was silent and far from land, perfect for the job.

When he arrived on the island, Harry spent a few minutes searching the place to make sure there was nobody there. After ten minutes of looking, Harry was relieved he found nobody. He took the locket into the hut and put it on the moth-eaten old couch, remembering the way Dudley had taken it, but the petty things the Dursleys had done were nothing anymore.

"Open!" Harry hissed at the locket in parseltongue.

The locket's golden doors opened up revealing the ghostly face of a young Tom Riddle before whatever happened to him twisted his mind, soul, and appearance.

"I have seen your heart and it is mine!"

"Oh get stuffed!" Harry pointed his wand at the locket. "*I call together all pieces of the soul of Tom Marvolo Riddle. I summon you all. Assemble so you can meet your judgement!*"

Harry had cast many spells in his life. One of the most powerful spells in his repertoire was his patronus, but even the sensation of casting that spell made this one feel like he had just been given a water ski and a skateboard while being pulled by a sports car on a motorway. Harry yelled in agony as he felt his scar suddenly feel like it was being torn open, and there was a flash of light before everything went dark….

X

… Harry opened his eyes and lifted his head and looked around the hut, unsure what was going on and where he was. Groaning and whimpering in pain. His head was splitting and he felt winded, but he forced himself to stand and look around only to see the locket which was still open. Harry studied it for a moment, and he fell backwards, groaning as the memories of everything that happened came back; the horcrux hunt, Ron and Hermione leaving him, Dumbledore's lack of training, having to deal with the filthy things by himself since Dumbledore had never bothered to do it himself.

Harry walked back to the locket and he picked it up. Whenever he held the locket, the bastard inside it never stopped talking. But now it seemed it had worked. Harry pocketed the locket and he grabbed his stuff, and he walked out and prepared to disapparate again.

For the next week, Harry discovered the Death Eaters had begun losing their magic and Voldemort had, apparently, according to the accounts given to the Order and the few aurors who were on the so-called light, died.

But he decided to leave the magical world. There was nothing here for him and he no longer cared about the Order, the Light, Hogwarts, Ron and Hermione. What Ginny and her mother did was one of the last straws, and Harry was filled with horror about everything about the magical world. He would leave and use what money he had to go into the muggle world, and he would finish off his muggle education, find a job and just live his life, and if he never saw anyone like Ron, Hermione, and that coward Lupin again, it would be too soon.

He had been alone all his life, why should his future be different?

He didn't care anymore.

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