To the people who were wondering what the last part of my last chapter meant, here is an explanation:
Voldemort does not know that the fake horcruxe has been taken, Harry suspects that he doesn't even know that the real one was taken either because the fake locket was still there and untouched.
Harry tries to lure one or two of Voldemort's most trusted followers into the cave to check that the locket is there by telling Voldemort in a secret letter that he has taken it.
When the follower comes, Harry and the rest will take the follower(s) as prisoner(s) and force them to tell where the other horcruxes are.
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Carpe diem
Seize the day
Live the life
Charise the moment
But moments turn to memories
And memories fade
Till they are only
A day dream
That passes
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"Oh my….." Ginny gasped when they apperated by the same rocky sea cliff that Harry and Dumbledore had apperated on a few months ago.
Harry dropped the heavy bag he was holding and turned to Ron and Hermione. Both of them had equally large bags with them, and Ron was gripping tightly onto Harry's firebolt.
"You guys go ahead, I'm taking our luggage and….camping equipment. Hermione? Can you take the food with you? I mean, you must know a water proof charm or something to cast on those plastic bags." Harry announced.
Hermione nodded and gathered the three bags filled with food. She quickly casted a charm on them, but only to hand one to Draco and another to Ron. "I'll take this one, you two take those, and Ginny can go with Harry."
Draco and Ron followed obediently and took the bags, "What now?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded towards the end of the cliff. "Jump into the water and swim to the left along side of the rocks. Eventually you'll come by the cave."
Hermione gazed down the cliff and gasped, "Ginny?" she whispered hesitantly.
"Yeah, alright, I'll go with them and you stay with Harry." Ginny quickly said, dragging Hermione away from the edge.
"Thank you," Hermione mouthed.
Ginny smiled and grabbed a bag, and then she took a run and dived off the cliff. Harry and Ron twitched and tensed, but when they heard Ginny's faint voice yelling that she was alright and that the others should come they visibly relaxed.
Ron quickly kissed Hermione's cheek and then flung himself down, followed by a small distant splash. "He's alright." Ginny voice yelled. Hermione let out a relived sigh.
Draco took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the edge, then he turned around and allowed himself to drop down backwards.
Hermione heard a splash and an "Alright." signaling that they were going to the cave.
Hermione looked at Harry who was connecting the bags and the camping equipment into the harness that he had gotten for his birthday. "Okay, we're ready to go." he said as the clicked the harness to his broom.
Hermione looked at him, and then at the cliff, "Is there no other way?" she squeaked.
Harry sighed, "Don't be afraid Mione, it isn't that high, and when you're with me your safe. You won't even get wet, I promise……….and as long as you hold on tighyl and keep your eyes shut you wont even know we were flying." Harry said, putting on of his hands comfortingly on her shoulder.
"But-" Hermione started to say but Harry stopped her, "We'll be fine,"
Hermione nodded and hoped on to the broom, wrapping her arms around Harry's waist, clenching her fingers around his muggle sweater.
Harry kicked off and soared into the air, hovering a bit over the edge then taking a dangerous plunge down to the sea, but pulling up just before they reached the water. He skimmed the soft waves and dodged the mist. It was lucky that he knew where the cave was, other wise he would have been lost. He could hardly see through the fog and the darkening sky wasn't helping much. Hermione whimpered slightly, and Harry seemed to have forgotten she was there. The broom, the air, and the sea seemed to giving him a sense of freedom. He was free to do now what ever he liked, well, almost. But he had made a choice of saving the wizarding world, and now he enjoyed and took in every second of this experience. He adored the way the wind soothed his face and toyed his hair. He adored the way the waves would lush out to wet their shoes and make Hermione shriek as the wetness reached their socks.
Harry felt almost depressed when they reached the cave to find the others waiting.
Hermione literally rolled of the broom and into the mud, but onto the land and rock where she felt save. Ron grinned and pulled her up for a kiss, and as their lips parted he whispered, "You were brave." Hermione smiled weakly and circled her arms around him, "I really hate heights." She laughed, causing the others to smile.
Harry waited until the others were done to walk over to the spot that he remembered as the spot he had to sacrifice blood for. He took a small dagger from his sweater pocket and slip the tip of his index finger and pressed it to the wall.
The others turned around and watched him as the wall faded away into the light.
"Welcome to the cave, don't go into the water and actually stay as far away from it as you can. We'll sleep over there, the shore is quite wide and long, we can set up camp there without having problems with the water." Harry said, pointing over to the stretch of sand and gravel about 300 hundred meters away from them, it was surrounded by rocks completely making it hard to enter and leave.
Draco stepped through the gap in the rock first and glanced around the cave, "I've been here before."
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"Smart Granger. Very smart." Severus Snape drawled into the room, making Peter Pettigrew and Bellatrix Lestrange look up curiously.
"You've been checking on Draco then, have you?" Bellatrix asked, getting up from her chair and walking over to her secret lover.
"Yes dear Bella." Severus answered with a curl of his lips.
"And?" Peter asked curiously.
"They'll be in the cave." Severus answered, "Waiting for some of us to come, to capture some of us, and hold some of us prisoner, and make some of us tell where the other horcruxes are."
Bellatrix smiled, "We can take them on easily, and we know their plans. What do you say Severus."
Severus cocked back his head and stared at his cracked ceiling, he thought for a while, the consequences, the problems…..but then the image of Harry Potter at his feat begging for mercy, Ginny Weasley to his bed, Hermione Granger with a broken neck and that Ronald Weasley under the crucio for hours at a time. He laughed, pushing his head back even more, and laughing even louder.
"Not we, are the prisoners of their war, but the pretenders of good are to be chained in my basement." He stated a glint of evil pleasure in his eye.
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Draco stepped through the gap in the rock first and glanced around the cave, "I've been here before."
"You what?" Harry asked shocked.
Draco nodded remorsefully, "Here I was made a death eater. And here I killed my first muggle." He said so softly, but the stone walls carried his voice around the cave, creating a dramatic effect.
Hermione gasped and the others stared at him intently.
"It was a little girl. If I didn't kill her, Lestrange and Snape would have. With the crucio. Both at the same time. For a very long time. They made me feel guilty. I was either to kill her, quickly and hopefully without pain. Or let her die at the hands of traitors, slowly, and in pain." Draco said, not ashamed to permit a small tear to run down his cheek.
"And before I did it, I said sorry, and all the girl could do was gaze at me with pleading eyes. Begging me to save her."
Hermione's heart clenched, but she did what she felt was right, and rested warm hand comfortingly in the middle of his chest.
"It's in the past. Don't rip yourself apart about it. You've changed." She said in a voice that only Ron had the privilege to hear. It was a voice that said exactly the right things at the right time, a voice that seemed to comfort and sooth even the most raged and sadden souls.
Draco looked into Hermione's warm eyes, with his pale blue, majestic cold ones, "I'll never forgive myself for what I've done to her, or what I have done to Dumbledore."
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