As the Aurors began taking each of them into their custody to calm them down, Harry turned to look at Tonks. She was one of his close peers, one who said she would die to make sure he was okay. Everyone seemed to die trying to make sure he stayed alive. Inside he felt like nothing mattered but ending it all. He did not want Voldemort alive. He was going to make sure of that. In the distance he saw Hermione running. He caught her in his arms as she leaped onto him. She gave him a big hug.
"I was so scared Harry," she softly said. Harry held her. "Don't worry," he said. "I'm fine," he added, looking off into the distance. Hermioine let him go, and then walked with him into the castle, avoiding all of the Aurors. As they walked into the common room, Hermione made sure noone was around. This made Harry curious. "Whats going on Hermione?" he said, looking around with her.
"I used your Invisibility cloak, I'm so sorry," she said. "But I had to, to get into Snapes office," she added. Harry smiled. She was a lot like him, mischevious. "It's okay, what did you find?" he inquired.
"This," she said, pulling out a small book titled, "Horcuxes," by Severus Snape. He wrote the book on them. Harry and Hermione sat down, studying the almost 20 page book for about two hours. Hermione looked up at Harry finally. "So, anyone who has touched the Horcux, could actually be a Horcux, if they feel the draw. According the this book, at least," Hermione said. She was thinking. Harry looked at her. "Wait, does this mean that we, we are Horcuxes," he exclaimed, in a quiet whisper. Hermione looked at him. "Yes, it does," she said. So according to this book, and also the apparent descriptions of the book, the only way to tell if a Horcux is within you is if you wand is unable to break. As they were reading, Harry looked up. "This means that both you and me, are Horcuxes, as well as Dumbledore, well he was," he added. She looked at him, "It could also be Ginny, because she was with you," she added, "And she was in contact with the Horcux," she added again. Harry looked off, "No that wouldnt work, because I think you had to destroy the item that represeted to Horcux to make you drawn to it," he said. "Harry, let me double check, how did you know that?" she said, as she reread it again. She smiled. "My smarty pants here," and gave him a kiss. Harry smiled. "So that must mean that there are at least a few more out there, four to be exact right?" he said. "No," she said. "There are ten," she said, rereading. "Snape must know, as he wrote that there are eleven total Horcuxes, with the one extra being the original bearer, which would be Voldemort," she said. Harry was happy she could say his name with no fear. It seemed she was the only one who could do that. "So that means there are eleven, with like one of them already dead, with more that we don't know about," he said. Hermione nodded. "I think, Harry, that Voldemort is trying to destroy the Horcuxes, that he made to keep him invincible, and if the objects are no longer there to represent them, he is going to kill the people that they represent," she added. Harry jumped up. "Thats why Fudge wanted to know who they were, hes trying to do his dirty work," Hermione looked blank, as Harry explained the whole story with him and Fudge. "You were able to do the spell?" she said. Harry nodded. She looked at him, and held his hand.
"It's okay," she said. "As long as it was the right thing, and your safe," she added. "Tonks would of been proud."
Classes for Harry the next couple of days were bad, as his mind was not on class. He was graduating, though. He should be happy, but Harry was actually gaining respect in his classes. His grades were excellent in all three of his classes, and his outside study that was required in Defense Against the Dark Arts was even better. One afternoon before the Quidditch match against Slytherin, McGonnagall called that all seventh years are to return to their Heads of House for a final conference of what they wish to do outside of Hogwarts. Harry wasn't really all that different from a few years ago. He wanted to be an Auror. As they walked into their Transfiguration class, they saw Neville in there first, studying again. Neville had been very different this year, studying very hard and vigorously, never having time to just hang out. He was a better student and person because of it, very much the wiser, but with Harry's studying there were almost neck and neck. Hermione still took the prize though, and Harry smiled reassuring himself that. As they sat down, Harry looked off in the distance. Another Quidditch match this weekend, and twenty points was all they need to win to secure the cup, Nineteen would tie, and Harry didn't want that. "Now class," McGonnagall said. It seems as though a lot of you are worried about the Quidditch match rather than class," she said. "But it does not mean you don't do homework," she said. "Ironically, the Quiddtich players, minus Mr. Longbottom, are the only ones who could actually make their tables turn into their wooden body figures," she said. "Very good the three of you," pointing at Harry, Hermione, and Neville. The three of them beamed. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the human body is one that can be manipulated with any object, and though you will always tell the difference, it is a very good skill for those who wish to pursue great careers, which reminds me," she said. "Today all of you will be in my office to explain what you want to do for sure, that way we can arrange to set you up if I feel its legitamite to pursue, I mean it is up to you, but I wish to help in anyway, because this class graduating has touched my heart especially," she said, looking at them all. Classes ended on that very good note.
Harry looked at Hermione after class, "Twenty points for the Cup," he whispered to Hermione. "No, One hundred and forty, for now," Ron said, running behind him. "That prat Umbridge just gave one hundred and twenty points to the Slytherin captain, who poured water into the glass," he added. "It seems another Snape is in the brewing," Harry kidded slyly. Hermione punched him in the shoulder kiddingly and walked with him and Ron to wait in line in Professor McGonnagall's office. As they waited in line Harry asked Ron, "What are you wanting to do?" he said. Ron looked at him, "You don't wanna know anymore," he said. "No, I do," he said to Ron. "Seriously, no matter what, I'll stand by it, he said. Ron looked at him. "I want to work as an Unspeakable," he said. Harry looked at him, thinking. "That sounds good," he said. "Sounds superagent like," he added, and Ron smiled.
"Granger, Hermione," McGonnagall said, and Hermione walked into her office for what seemed like two hours. After walking out, and a few more students, she called his name. He walked through the doors to sit down in McGonnagall's office. "So, Harry, are you still the same in feeling you should be an Auror?" she asked. "Yes I am," Harry said, looking at the Headmistress. "Okay, sounds good," she said. "You are meant to be one, I mean, you have all of the qualities to be a great one," she said. "After graduation, if you keep up with the same grade that you have had, which are impressive, I will set you up with an Auror by the name of Remus Lupin," she said, smiling. Harry smiled too. "Thank you so much Professor, I er, mean, Headmistress," he said standing up. "Call me Professor," she said to Harry. "But only you, because I know you loved Dumbledore more than anyone," she added smiling. "I am so proud of how you came out here at Hogwarts, James and Lily would be so proud," she added, a tear down her face. Harry gave her a warm hug and began walking out, but stopped at the two large doors leaving her office. "Professor," he said turning around. She looked up. "I don't mean to pry, but why was Hermione in here for so long before?" he asked. She looked at him, "She was telling me how much she wished to be an Auror," she said, and looked back down into her parchment. Smiling, Harry left her office to prepare for the Quidditch match.
As the sun peaked over the horizon Saturday morning, Harry woke up in a whir of excitement. They had to destroy Slytherin. And it was a great sunny day on top of it. Harry woke up, grabbed an orange, and skipped down the stairs, confused looks from Gryffindors, but they were excited. The final Quidditch match Harry would ever play at Hogwarts, and he was excited. After getting ready in the locker room, everyone looked at him. Almost everyone there was a seventh year, besides the two beaters and Ginny. "Well, guys, this is it for me," he said. "I loved playing, all of these years, it was a thrill I will miss, but I hope you three enjoy your final years," he said, pointing at the three of them. "I hope we go out in a blaze of glory," he said. They got hyped up and charged out of the locker room, Harry stayed one second more to look up. "This ones for you, Dad," he whispered, and grabbed his broomstick. As they ran through the doors, Harry caught wind and water in his eye. He looked to see fog, wind and rain. "Oh great," he said. "There goes my sunshine," he added. The wind whipped, and you couldn't see anything for yards. As Madaam Hootch blew the whistle, Harry could only pray that he would see the snitch in this weather. The wind was so loud you couldn't even hear the commentary from Luna, except when he could hear her saying to Slytherin beaters each whacked bludgers at each other. How she could see the action Harry didn't know. As the Quaffle whirred past him, he began to wonder if they would call this game off, but he's seen worse. He began to just soar around, hoping he would catch the Snitch. He didn't mean to brag, but he was the best of the four houses, hands down, so he began to wonder if he should just 'bump' into it. He saw Hermione and Ginny for a second passing the Quaffle back and forth to the goal. "Good Ginny," he whispered to himself. He flew around for about an hour and a half, wondering how the game was going, Harry flew close enough to hear Luna say the score:
Gryffindor 0, Slytherin 0.
Harry couldn't believe it. Noone had scored in an hour and a half. Harry continued to fly around, hoping to have a chance to catch the Snitch. Then he saw it. It was hard to see, but Harry saw it. It was right between the two pillars separating the Gryffindor crowd and the Slytherin Crowd. Chants were growing louder for Harry. It was all up to him to end this swiftly. The other Seeker was on the other side of the field. Harry would catch the snitch. All of a sudden, a sharp pain hit his back. A bludger had smacked him, Harry shook it off in time to see the Snitch charge off to the right, Harry casually followed, not giving off anything to the other Seeker. As he became closer to it, the rain began to get harder, and faster, Harry couldn't see anymore, except for a tiny blur from the Snitch, all of a sudden his glasses, though, became clear, thanks to a spell from Hermione from the distance. She knew he found it, and like a few years ago, she helped him. Harry was withing feet of the Snitch, even inches. Harry jumped off his broom, he didn't care, and grabbed the Snitch, but as he caught it he smacked right into Ginny, who was flying on her's as well. He smacked into her, and both her and Harry fell some twenty feet to the ground. As Madaam Hootch ran up to the two of them, in Harry's hand, was the Snitch. Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup once more, as was in the lead for the House Cup:
Gryffindor 150, Slytherin 0.
As Harry began to regain conciousness, he saw Hermione running with tears in her eyes. Tears of joy. "You did it!" she exclaimed. All of the players took Harry and Ginny up. And they all cheered. "Thanks for keeping me alive, Ginny," he said to her as they marched the field with everyone else who was happy for Gryffindor's victory. "It's okay buddy, I'm glad to be part of a championship team," she added, as they were paraded around the pitch. As they were brought down, Madaam Pomfrey tried to tend to them, but Harry assured her they were fine, no matter how many bones Harry had broken before. Hermione grabbed him and gave him a big wet kiss in the rain. "I'm so proud of you, my captain," she said. "Me too," Harry said, as the walked off. Walking by each of them Harry gave them hugs, including Ron and Ginny, and Fred and George, who visited to see the victory. "Next five items are on us," said Fred and George. Harry gave Ginny a hug. "Make us all proud future captain," Harry said. Ginny smiled. "I will, don't worry Harry," she said. "Ouch," she added. "Somethings poking me," she said. feeling her robes. She pulled out her wand showing Harry. "And good job clumsy," she said jokingly. "You broke my wand."