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Chapter Fourteen- Something of Gryffindor's or Ravenclaw's

Ginny pulled her hand over her mouth, as though not wanting to believe what she had just said. Tears were staring to form in her eyes. Neville began to rock back and forth, uncomfortably in his chair, shaking his head, and muttering to himself. Harry, hadn't said a word, as though Ginny hadn't even brought up the topic. There was a brief moment when no sound could be heard, until Hermione broke out into wailing sobs.

"Oh, Harry…" She cried, loudly.

Ron, slightly frightened, tried to calm Hermione down. "It's okay Hermione." He glanced around at the people that were now starring at them as though they were an interesting article in the Daily Prophet. "Ginny has no idea what she's talking about."

"Yes she does." Hermione slammed her fist down on the table and cried even harder. "I was just too stupid to think of it before." She threw herself onto Ron's shoulder, and sobbed uncontrollably.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked her, his voice slightly shaky. "I can't be a… a horcrux, it's impossible."

"Oh yes you can," Hermione wailed.

"Maybe we should take this conversation upstairs," Luna said, glancing around at the faces that were all plastered to them.

"Right, yea," Harry said, getting up and slumping up the stairs. It seemed impossible. Him a horcux? But, Hermione believed her. He shook his head in astonishment. That would mean for Voldemort to die, he would have to sacrifice himself. He wandered into his and Ron's room, without realizing where he was going. The rest of Dumbledore's Army followed.

Hermione had calmed down a little bit, but she was shaking uncontrollably. Ginny now had tears streaming down her face, but Harry wasn't paying attention, and Neville tried to comfort her. "Somebody needs to explain." Ron said.

"Think about it," Hermione told him. "Neither can live while the other survives. If Harry wants to kill Voldemort, he'll have to kill himself first. The night he tried to kill Harry when he was only a baby, h made Harry his last Horcrux. Whether it was on purpose or on accident, I don't know." She shuddered.

"Harry, you can't do it, though." Ginny cried. She collapsed on the floor. "Don't do it…please."

Harry didn't reply, he couldn't. His head swarmed with everything that was just revealed to him.

"Harry," Neville began. "I…we…" he wasn't exactly sure what to say.

Luna, who was usually full of unreal ideas, was silent.

"I think I want to be alone." Harry said, flopping down I his bed.

"Right, um, okay." Ron walked out of the room, followed closely by Hermione. Neville dragged Ginny out, and Luna closed the door.

Harry sighed and closed his eyes. Dumbledore had once told him… Dumbledore! Harry reached under his bed and pulled out the book that the lady in the bookstore had given him. Please be something there, please…

Harry opened the book, and found only one sentence. One stupid sentence. You know what you have to do, Harry. How was that supposed to help him?

Harry threw the book across the room, denting the wall, then fell back in the bed. He tried to regain his thoughts. Dumbledore had once told him that the night Voldemort lost his powers, he 'accidentally' transferred some of himself into Harry. Harry could see that was a lie now. Harry was Voldemort. Voldemort was in inside of him, preserved inside of him. In some way, he knew what he had to do. He had to sacrifice himself to save everyone else. It was the only way…

There was a knock on the door, and Neville poked him head in. "Harry…?" He walked in. "Erm… I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"Just peachy," Harry muttered.

"Okay," Neville said. "Right then… I'll just leave." He turned and walked out the door, slowly closing it behind him. He heard Neville sigh before the door clicked.

What id Voldemort had chosen Neville instead. Harry would never have this scar, he would never have been a Horcux, and he would never be here. For the first time in his life, Harry wished he and Neville had switched places.

Harry rolled over suddenly. How could he think like that? Neville had always been his friend. He had never let Harry down, ever, even when it involved danger. Harry squinted his eyes shut as hard as he could.

It all seemed to make sense now. Something of Gryffindor's or Ravenclaw's. It was obvious he was in Gryffindor. There was just something more that harry couldn't connect. He wasn't quite sure what, but he silently promised himself that he would figure it our before… he died.