Recap:
Harry went back to the rock and on it there was another imprint of his hand. He read the inscritpion.
Harry Potter's hand print on his 17th birthday. Saving the world one at a time.
Harry then reached down his shirt and pulled out the gold locket and chain. He pulled out the piece of paper, which was starting to be worn out from being folded and refolded countless times. R.A.B.
He wanted so badly to know who that was, but he contented himself with staring at it while Ron and Hermione were on the slide holding hands.
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Harry and the others were on their way back to the burrow and Harry broke down. He kept on getting closer with each horocrux he destroyed, he would be closer to the end of the war, with it coming down to man on man, no back up soul, just murder.
'Harry are you alright' Hermione asked
'I'm fine. I just cant wait till that bastard dies.' Harry said 'He has taken every thing I have ever wanted. Parents, Sirius, Ginny, and heaven only knows what else will be gone by the time he is done his rampage.'
'Oh Harry! I'm so sorry!' she said
'I'm sick of people telling me that they are sorry too. It only makes me feel worse. I get no encouragement, just "I'm so sorry for your loss" no good luck, no go get him, no kill that evil snake.'
'I want you to kill him Harry. I dont mean Avada Kedavra, I mean bloody murder. Make him suffer, just as much as you have.' Ron said. 'That is highly unpossible, but I want you to try.'
'Don't you worry about that. I will try.'
When they arrived at the burrow, which was surprisingly close to Godrics Hollow, they went inside and freshened up. Harry thought of all the things he had left to get his hands on.
The locket, the snake something of Ravenclaw's or Gryffindore's. It was almost as though it was haunting him.
When they went up to bed, and Harry fell asleep, he fell into a nightmare.
He was frozen, he couldnt move, but there wasnt cold around him, there were scales. It was the snake. The snake was wearing a necklace and had its body wrapped around harry.
No matter what he did he couldnt escape. he saw another version of himself aproach the the entangled mess and shoot off spells as harry screamed with no sound coming out.
Harry was dead in the dream, but he was still observing the scene in front of him, he watched himself destroy the cup then voldemort himself.
It was then that he was shaken awake by Ron who was just heading to bed. Harry was in a cold sweat. He has just realised what the dream had probably meant
'Ron, I am the last horocrux.' he said