The Chosen One's Battle
By: Neen
Author's Note:
This is merely my prediction and theories…please do not criticize me if you do not believe any of these…as I said before, these are most likely NOT going to be correct!
Please do not give me a long explanation of how you think that so-and-so shouldn't be like that…this is my story that I think is how the seventh Harry Potter novel will turn out vaguely like.
Please read this story with an unbiased (even if you pretend and still call me crazy on the side) view! Thanks.
Please be gentle (like, 'This needs some work' or something of the sort) because this is my first Harry Potter crew story…I've mostly concentrated on Lily and James (Marauder's Era) stuff…but I felt the need to post up this story because I have so many theories and thoughts…Thank you.
Chapter Two: A Horcrux Destroyed
Harry breathed in slowly, staring at the heavy locket in his hand. It weighted quite a bit. Startled, he suddenly remembered where he had seen this locket before. It was at Sirius's house before, when he and his friends had been cleaning out the house. It was the locket they could not open. Perhaps that was a good thing. No doubt there would be a fatal curse upon them once it opened.
"How do you destroy something?" Harry asked out loud. The people surrounding him looked at him curiously.
"Harry?" Remus asked gently, placing a warm hand on his. Harry dropped the golden locket with a small thump in surprise.
Harry picked it up again, wondering how lucky he was—out of all places, it had fallen into his hands. Dumbledore must have been watching over him.
"Harry?" Remus repeated, looking at Harry with a look of curiosity.
"This locket," Harry began quickly, "needs to be destroyed immediately."
"What?" People around looked at Harry, a wondering look on their face.
"I—I can feel it—it's a Dark object," Harry said hastily, staring determinedly at the locket, hoping that none of them were skilled Legilimens. He knew that Hermione had shot Ron a knowing look.
Thankfully, no one spoke. Remus cleared the silence. "Harry, I really think it's an ordinary locket…"
"It's not!" Harry burst out angrily before catching himself. "I mean—I know it's not."
"It's already been destroyed, Harry," Remus said quietly, pointing to the burnt hinges on the locket's side.
Harry stared at the burnt side, running his finger over it. "He did it…he did it."
"What?" Remus had heard him and stared hard at him.
"Nothing," Harry said quickly, stuffing the locket in his pocket. He needed to talk to Hermione and Ron privately.
He glanced at Hermione and blinked hard. Hermione got the hint and nudged Ron.
"Ouch! What did you—" Ron yelled out angrily before Hermione cut in smoothly, "—dear, dear, Ron! It seems that you've been bitten."
Ron threw her an annoyed glare before mumbling, "Yeah, that must've been it, Mione."
Hermione continued on, "That was an excellent dinner, Mrs. Weasley. Harry, we should unpack your things upstairs now."
Harry stood up, glad Hermione came up with a story and nodded his head firmly. "Yes, we should."
"What are you talking about—he's already—" Ron said, frowning slightly.
"Yes, Ron, he's already finished his dinner. We can see that," Hermione said placidly and pinched him. Ron finally cottoned on.
"Sorry! Er—just mentioned it in case you didn't notice!" Ron said overly jovially and hurried upstairs after Harry and Hermione.
"Don't you have the feeling they're hiding something from us?" Mrs. Weasley asked, a small frown on her face.
Remus sighed. "Yes, but they can do whatever they want—they're of age now, Molly. There isn't anything we can do."
"I agree with Remus," Mr. Weasley said firmly, ignoring the glare Mrs. Weasley was throwing him. When the other people murmured their assent, Mrs. Weasley finally gave up, a small sigh escaping her lips.
o.O.o.O.o
Harry stopped pacing in the middle of his bedroom. "This—" he said, holding the locket out, "—is another of Voldemort's horcrux."
Hermione nodded. "I thought so, by the way you said that it had to be destroyed."
Ron chuckled lightly. "Ah—that makes things much clearer—I was under the impression that you had a mad obsession of destroying lockets…"
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Ron, who saw and gulped. "Blimey—sorry, I know, not a joking matter."
After a while, Harry voiced his decision. "I'm opening it."
Hermione looked horrified. "No, Harry! You mustn't! What if there's a curse inside? You know how V-Voldemort is about Dark objects—especially if it's his soul it's guarding!" Hermione said, frightened. "Stop shaking so, Ron! Honestly!"
Harry opened it anyways. To his surprise, it opened easily this time. He had hardly put in any effort, quite unlike the last time at the Black house when he had tried with all his might to pull it apart.
Inside was another dirty piece of parchment. Without hesitation, he folded it open, reading the contents.
"Only the person seeking to destroy the Dark Lord's horcruxes shall be allowed to open this locket. I, once the Dark Lord's servant, have destroyed this locket and it no longer is a horcrux. However, there are many more horcruxes hiding his soul out there, which I know about: an enchanted diary Malfoy has kept, Marvolo's ring, this locket, a Hufflepuff cup, Nagini—his dear snake, a Ravenclaw relic , and himself. The location of these Horcruxes are in the places that the Dark Lord has visited and regard as very important. I hope that you will succeed in vanquishing the Dark Lord, where as I have failed.
Regulas A. Black"
Harry stared at the filthy piece of parchment, not believing his eyes. He did not show the note to Hermione and Ron, nor did they ask.
"Harry, are you all right?" Hermione asked softly, placing her hand on his arm. Ron fidgeted uncomfortably.
"I'm fine," Harry said dully. His brain was repeating, "Regulas A. Black, Regulas A. Black" over and over again.
"Ron, I need to show you something. Come on," Hermione said rather loudly, her eye twitching rather fast.
"Okay. Harry, you coming?" Ron asked, not catching on.
"I think that Hermione wants to talk to you alone," Harry said, noticing the pained look on Hermione's face as she looked at Ron.
"Oh," Ron said, an odd expression on his face as he followed Hermione out the door.
"Ron, honestly, Harry wanted to be alone! Didn't you see that?" Hermione exploded as soon as the two were in the hallway.
Harry closed the door quickly and sat down on his bed, staring at the note again. Sirius's brother—the one who had gotten himself killed by Voldemort. It all fitted…he was so stupid not to have noticed it before. RAB. Of course.
He read the note over again. He was mentally checking off things that had already been destroyed. The diary, the ring, the locket…he was nearly halfway done somehow. Harry just needed to find the rest. But where to begin?
The Hufflepuff cup, he had no idea where to look…the snake, Nagini, was with Voldemort and he knew that he would face them sooner or later, there was not much to worry there. But the sixth horcrux—the Ravenclaw item…he did not know who had it in their hands now. The world was too big and he had too little time to find them. He could only hope that luck was on his side.
"Harry?" a small voice interrupted his thoughts.
Harry looked at the opened door. It was Ginny, her hair messy and eyes rimmed with red. She did look horrible.
Ginny glanced at him, her face fidgeting to put on an expression. She broke down.
"Harry…" she sobbed weakly, throwing herself on Harry. "Harry, I don't give a damn, you know that—I want to be with you—I don't care if I die."
Harry was quite taken aback that Ginny, the one who had been so strong was crashing at his shoulders. "Ginny…"
"Harry, I won't die," Ginny said confidently, looking into Harry's eyes. Harry knew she was telling the truth. "Trust me."
"I just don't want you to risk anything, Ginny," Harry said, almost begging her to reconsider.
Ginny shook her head. "Harry, I'm going with you. There's nothing you can do about it."
Harry opened his mouth and after a moment, closed it. "But if I snuff it, go find yourself someone, all right?" Harry tried to smile.
Ginny stared at him, a hardening look on her face. "That's not funny, Harry."
"I mean it."
A laughter broke through Ginny and Harry's conversation. Both turned to look at the door.
"Hi, Harry! Ginny—you're out of your bedroom!" Ron grinned widely and he looked oddly overly happy.
"Ron? What's the matter with you? Hermione?" Harry peered behind Ron and saw a pink-faced Hermione.
"N-nothing," Hermione stuttered and turned a deeper shade of pink.
"Well, off to ah—downstairs!" Ron said, humming loudly as he and Hermione left quickly.
"I'm a mess…"Ginny said, smiling some as she went off for her room, leaving Harry quite alone.
o.O.o.O.o TWO WEEKS LATER o.O.o.O.o
"Excellent day, isn't it, Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked, beaming as she rearranged the tiara on Fleur's head. Fleur was smiling brightly as well.
"'Ow do I look, 'Arry?" Fleur asked, rearranging the elaborate silver wedding robes she had donned.
"Er—very beautiful," Harry said awkwardly, throwing a glance at Ginny, who didn't turn dangerous or give him a death glare. She looked strangely happy.
Ron and Hermione entered the room, hand-in-hand, and noticing the people, quickly let go.
"Hi! Just seeing how pretty erm—Fleur would look on her wedding day!" Hermione said in a high-pitched voice. "Fleur, you look magnificent!" Hermione gushed in a not-like-Hermione way.
"Thank you," Fleur looked positively jubilant.
"There! I hope Bill's ready…" Mrs. Weasley gave a final brush of Fleur's long rippling hair and smiled.
"We'll go check!" Ron offered quickly and Apparated with Hermione away, who turned faintly pink again before disappearing—something she had picked up the last few weeks.
Mrs. Weasley eyed sharply after them. "Harry, you wouldn't know what's gotten into the pair of them lately, would you?"
"No, Mrs. Weasley," Harry lied. He had suspicions that Ron and Hermione were indeed a pair now. Ginny and him shared a knowing smirk.
"And really, they don't need to be Apparating and Disapparating every twenty minutes! They're into something like Fred and George, goodness! I don't see you doing that!" Mrs. Weasley said rather crossly, absently brushing Fleur's platinum hair. "I'm just glad that nothing went wrong for your Apparation test…it's a good thing that Ron passed this time—Fred and George had been making some snide remarks about him, poor Ronniekins.."
A bit later, Ron and Hermione returned with a large crack and announced that Bill was now ready.
"Wonderful! Let's get going, dears—the wedding's in the backyard," Mrs. Weasley clapped her hands together in delight and then ushered everyone out.
"'Arry Potter!" a breathless, smaller version of Fleur ran up to Harry, beaming a perfect, white smile.
"Er—hi. Are you erm, Gabrielle?" Harry asked, remembering Fleur's sister's name.
"Oui, oui! I am so excited to meet you, 'Arry!" Gabrielle said, swishing her hair over her shoulder. Ginny looked positively livid at Harry's side.
"Hem, hem," Ginny said, doing an infallible imitation of Dolores Umbridge that made Harry jump before grinning as soon as he saw that Umbridge had definitely not been invited to the wedding. "Excuse us, Gabrielle. The wedding's about to begin."
Bill had come out, still looking as scarred as ever, especially when he attempted to smile, but Fleur gave him an adoring glance. Fleur, he knew, did not care.
The wedding was small and not many people attended. Harry wondered, throughout the ceremony, how something so wonderful and full of love could occur in these dark times.
Ginny had been staring through the wedding and looked startled when Harry gently squeezed her hand. She smiled at him and laid a warm, calming hand on his.
After the wedding ceremony was over, Harry retreated to his bedroom and found the looming mission stuck in his mind once again. He had to find the horcruxes…destroy them…destroy Voldemort before he got…killed. He would not let Dumbledore down.
Author's Note:
Yes, I know that I do not write anything like J.K. Rowling, but I just wanted to voice my theories…I hope you enjoyed it for the story and if I happened to convince you about a certain theory, that's even better!
Thanks again for trying this story. It means a lot to me..
Thanks to my awesome reviewers : Harry Potter Ninja, wizardflake1986, harry and the potter, supermantitanium, firebirdgs!
Wizardflake1986 : Yes, I bet that J K R will make Harry go around in a mad wild goose chase before letting him find the locket...sorry for speeding it all up...I'm trying to finish all my fics before the summer's over..