A/N: I hope you are enjoying the story so far. I will try to update as often as possible, but I'm not going to promise any particular time frame. Thanks for reading and please R and R!

Disclaimer: you know I don't own it…….sigh

Harry Potter and the Final Horcrux

Phlegm's Sacrifice

Harrry was awakened early the next morning by a very bushy haired something. Hermione stood over him, shaking him furiously.

"Harry! Harry! You have to wake up, Death Eaters are attacking," Hermione shouted his name, but trailed off in a panicked voice when she mentioned the Death Eaters. Needless to say, Harry sat directly up in bed, losing all traces of morning grogginess were instantly gone. Harry quickly grabbed his glasses and strode past Ron, who must have heard what Hermione said because he was sitting up in bed looking worried, to the attic window. Harry could see into the Weasley's garden where Hermione's proclamation could be realized. In the garden, Bill, Charlie, and Mr. Weasley were each battling there own Death Eater. Flashes of light were flying in all directions, occasionally shaking the house when a stray spell would strike the aged wizarding home.

"Hurry up," Hermione said in a hushed whisper, hurrying over and grabbing Ron and Harry by the arms. "We have to get out of here." Harry pulled away from Hermione and quickly put his shoes on before making sure that his wand was safely in hand and hurrying downstairs. Harry reached the kitchen to find it in complete chaos. Mrs. Weasley and Fleur were running around, trying to completely barricade any entrance into the house. Mrs. Weasley had the family clock clutched tightly in her hands and would consult it every few moments. When she noticed Harry and the others, she almost screamed.

"Thank goodness," she cried. "I was just going to get you myself. We have to get you all out of here quickly. The Death Eaters have put an anti-disapparition jinx on the house. It'll be risky, but we'll have to travel by floo." Mrs. Weasley began searching desperately for the floo powder, so Harry went to the window to survey the battle raging outside. He desperately wanted to go fight the Death Eaters, but he knew there wasn't much he'd do besides get in the way. Fleur stood beside Harry at the window and watched Bill, who was closest to the house, fighting a tall, thin Death Eater. Suddenly, Bill was knocked down by a stray spell from another Death Eater. Fleur was no longer beside Harry as she rushed through the door, knocking down the makeshift barricade. Harry was certain Bill would be able to get up and fight on his own, but as the Death Eater moved in, Harry was not so sure. Harry rushed after Fleur once he realized that Bill might be in real danger. Harry stood in the doorway, looking for Bill, when he spotted Fleur. She was running towards the Death Eater who was hovering near Bill, getting ready to bring his wand down. Just as a jet of green light began to erupt from the tip of the Death Eater's wand, Fleur jumped over Bill. The killing curse struck her instead of it's intended target. Both Harry and Bill screamed "NO," but it was too late. Harry tried rushing to outside, but hands pulled him from just inside the house and through the doorway. The last thing he saw was the jet of green light that Bill had just fired from his own wand striking the thin Death Eater directly in the chest. Mrs. Weasley was hugging Harry tightly and dragging him towards the fireplace.

Mrs. Weasley threw some powder in the fireplace, which then bursted with green flames. "Ron and Hermione are already at Hogwarts. That was our meeting place should any of us be separated like this," Mrs. Weasley finished, shoving Harry into the flames.

Moments later, Harry was was standing in the headmaster...no headmistriss' office, his mind reeling from what he had just experienced.

A/N (again): short, I know, but I have more coming very very soon.