My Little Horcrux
Chapter 6 New Plans
Yet another plane bearing the four friends pulled into yet another airport. Ron yet again rediscovered why he hates flying in a plane, and Hermione spent the whole time trying to find a way to destroy a human Horcrux without destroying the human.
"It's no use!" She declared as the walked out of the airport, "In order to destroy the soul you must destroy the Horcrux itself!"
"There has to be another way," Harry insisted, "We just haven't found it yet. We continue as planned."
"Harry, we need to stop and rest, we were stuck in economy class from Rome to Lyon non-stop, we didn't get a meal, and the buses aren't even running at this time, so by the time we get to his lab, it'd be about the same time we would if we wait the night and take the first bus in the morning." Hermione reasoned. Harry relented, and they walked towards the nearest hotel.
"Wait," Harry stopped them before entering, "Do any of you speak French?"
"I do!" Hermione smiled, "I vacationed in France remember? And I took honours French in elementary school."
"Wonderful, you can get the room," Harry patted her on the shoulder. They walked into the hotel, which seemed decent at best. Floral wallpaper was intended to give an upscale country bed and breakfast look. The walls were littered with paintings that were designed to look like authentic French art, but one could probably buy them from some street merchant for five euros.
"Monsieur, nous voudrions une pièce avec quatre lits, combien ferait ce coût pour une nuit?" Hermione asked the man at the hotel desk in flawless French.
"Pour une jolie chose comme vous?" The man raised one eyebrow and looked down the length of Hermione's body, and Ron, who didn't understand a word, was about ready to punch the man in the face, "Cent euros."
"Harry," Hermione blushed, embarrassed about the hotel man obviously coming on to her, "I need one hundred euros."
Harry fumbled with the colourful bills until he came up with the correct amount and handed the money to Hermione, who gave it to the man. The four of them walked up to their room. It was a suite, a meagre one at that. Ron and Harry settled themselves in one room, and Ginny and Hermione in the other. They slept uneasily and Harry tossed and turned in his scratchy bed.
A woman lay on her back, her red dress falling up to her waist as she bent her legs, revealing how thin they were. Strong pale hands traced down the length of her legs, removing the pair of small white panties. The woman in the red dress arched her back as she felt the man with the strong pale hands enter her. She let out a soft groan as he shifted forward and back, driving deeper, until their bodies collapsed in a heap of sweating flesh and racing hearts.
"R.A.B." Harry sat up like a bolt, the scratchy bed sheets falling off his bare chest. The alarm clock read 4:30 AM. The bus came in an hour and a half. Ron woke up in the bed beside him.
"Harry?" He mumbled, and then he looked to the bed next to him and laughed.
"What?" Harry raised his eyebrow.
"Nice." Ron grinned, "Morning wood."
"Huh?" Harry looked down. "Shit.'
"If I were you," Ron laughed, "I'd take care of that before the girls get in here."
"Ron," Harry fiddled with his fingernail, "How?"
"Um you go up and down sort of." Ron burst into laughter, and added after seeing Harry's confused expression, "I'll show you."
Ron pulled off his sheets and then slid his legs from his boxers, Harry followed suit. Ron started slowly, running his hands up and down his length, and Harry tried.
"You're doing it wrong," Ron explained, "You need to have a rhythm." Harry continued to try, and continued to fail.
"Here." Ron sighed and he walked over to Harry, and placed Harry's shaft in between his thumb and forefinger, gingerly pulling up and down. Harry's chest rose and fell in a quickening pace, and Ron continued, matching Harry's racing heartbeat. Harry began to lift his hips from the bed and send them back down, meeting Ron's every down stroke with an upward thrust.
Harry bit his bottom lip to contain a loud groan, as his muscled tensed and relaxed, spilling warm seed over his chest and Ron's hand. Run hurriedly released and ran over to his bed, his own length pulsing. "Get it now?" He asked nervously as he began to relieve himself.
"I think so," Harry panted. The door to their suit opened and Ginny stepped in. Harry quickly pulled the sheet over him in a vain attempt to keep Ginny from knowing what he was doing. Far from distressed she sat down on Harry's bed next to him.
"Having fun boys?" She smiled, Ron, who had stopped moving his hand sneered at her. "Its okay, Harry, I have six brothers after all."
After a quiet breakfast, they set off from their hotel room, and made their way to a bus stop where they waited in silence. Harry compulsively checked his watch, Ron cracked his knuckles, Hermione racked her brain, and Ginny bit her bottom lip, all of them unsure of what to expect when they reached the lab.
"R.A.B." Harry clenched his jaw as he dropped another note bearing the initials. The lab was deserted, as each of the four friends had secretly feared, but didn't want to admit. "Where's the next one?"
"Well," Hermione mustered her courage, knowing that what she was about to suggest would go against Harry's plan, "I'm pretty sure it's back in England."
"Then it's off to England." Harry turned to leave.
"Wait." Hermione continued, "We know R.A.B. is dead, so all the Horcruxes he has, he already has, I think it's more than a safe bet that he has the final one. I think we should find where he hid them, and then face Voldemort."
"Whatever." Harry agreed half-heartedly. "Where to, then?"
"I don't know." Hermione answered, "But I think there might be something in the letter R.A.B. left that you and Dumbledore found."
"No." Harry said, "It just said that he'll die, but Voldemort will be mortal, because he'd destroy the stole Horcrux."
"That's wonderful!" Hermione exclaimed, "Than he would've destroyed all the Horcruxes!"
"We can't be sure," Harry said, "We need to find him."
"How?" Hermione asked.
"What's the last Horcrux?" Ron put in, everyone looked at him, "Well, that might have some clues."
"Nagili." Hermione answered.
"Voldemort would notice if his snake went missing." Harry pointed out.
"Unless," Hermione grinned satisfactorily, "R.A.B. found a way to destroy the Horcrux without killing the snake, he could've done it while Voldemort was without a body."
"That would be such a gamble though," Harry reasoned, "We're not completely sure that R.A.B. managed to get the Horcrux out of Nagili, we're not even completely sure if that's possible."
"It's different with animals than it is with humans." Hermione explained, "In my readings it seems that in humans, the Horcrux becomes the human itself, but with animals, who are biologically simpler, the Horcrux is more separate, and with the correct application of magic, you can destroy the Horcrux so gently, you could do it while the animal sleeps."
"But wouldn't Voldemort be able to tell the difference?" Harry asked.
"No," Hermione replied, "since the Horcrux doesn't become the animal itself, the animal remains the same either way."
"So, now we need to find Voldemort." Ginny gulped.
"Yeah," Harry nodded. "And we most definitely need a plan."
"Well, what do you think, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"An all out attack would fail, because he has all his followers, and we just have us." Harry pointed out.
"Not true." A sharp voice came from behind them, where The Order of the Phoenix stood. "But we definitely do need more of a plan than just running up to the death eaters."
"Pawns go first," Ron said, "And then that leaves room for the stronger pieces to attack, they draw the opponent's pieces away from the king, several pieces pin the king, and then another piece moves into position to checkmate."