Voldemort's Strongest Weakness

Viopathartic

Disclaimer: What's the point of this? I mean…everyone knows you cannot own Harry Potter series. J.K Rowling does, so why say anything here?


Chapter 3: Back home

"It's me. Harry."

The door flung open, revealing an incredulous Ronald Weasley. His freckles, which were the trademark of a Weasley for years, shown with contrast on his face, and his hair was its usual bright orange. Harry was about the height of Ron so he looked at his best friend straight in the face.

"Harry, mate! I can't believe you're here!"

Ron yelled behind his shoulder, "Mum! Dad! Harry's here. He's here!" His yell was deafening. Thunderous footsteps were heard, announcing the arrival of a horde 0f Weasleys. Mrs. Weasley appeared and gathered Harry into her arms, practically suffocating him.

"Oh Harry! You're here! I was so worried. Did you apparate? When did you pass the test? Did you-" Harry stood stock still with his arms to his side. His face was expressionless. When Molly Weasley realized Harry didn't say anything, she released the young man and glanced at him. She noticed the dark bags under his eyes.

"Harry! Have you gotten any sleep lately?"

"No." He noticed that the whole entire family had rushed into hallway including Fleur, Bill, Charlie, and…Ginny.

"Harry!" she screamed in delight once she saw him, and she practically pushed her mother aside to get to him. Once in her grasp, Harry squirmed uncomfortably, desperate to get away from this little girl. When Ron noticed his discomfort, he gently pulled Ginny away from his friend. She looked crestfallen that love of her life wasn't glad to see her.

There was silence as Harry looked hard at the most important people in his life--at least the ones that were alive --realized one was missing.

"Where's Hermione?" he asked automatically. Ginny's face contorted into an expression as if she just tasted sour a lemon. "Why do you-"

A knock on the door was heard behind Harry. He had a feeling who it could be and reached for the knob. Hermione Granger was revealed at steps, luggage in her hands. Harry blinked and stared at her. Fortunately, she didn't ambush him with an enthusiastic hug that he had received unwelcomingly from Ginny. Instead, she stood there and took at look at his face.

Harry moved aside for Hermione to come in. She did and was followed by her cat, Crookshanks. The gingerly- colored feline immediately jumped into Harry's arms in which he accepted to everyone's surprise.

"Hey you guys…why's everyone at the door?" Hermione said bewildered.

"Well dear, Harry had just arrived. And…" Molly glanced at the Boy Who Lived, stroking the cat's fur while listening intently to her conversation. Hermione grimaced and turned completely to Harry.

"How are you doing?" she asked softly. Her hazel eyes were filled with worry and her complexion was pale. Harry shrugged and continued to pet the cat. Crookshanks look as if he was enjoying Harry's arms around him and purred affectionately.

The others stood there, observing the exchange between Harry and Hermione.

"Well, let's have some tea instead of crowding around in the hallway. Come on, dears," gestured Mrs. Weasley, putting a hand on Ginny's shoulder. The girl looked angry, either at Harry or Hermione or her mum. During their short trip to the kitchen, Harry was well aware of the glances that Hermione kept on giving and Ron's curious looks.

In the kitchen sat Remus Lupin, Mad-Eye Moody, Nymphadora Tonks and some other Order members. Harry took a seat across from them. Ginny immediately rushed from her spot to grab a seat next to him while Hermione just plopped herself on the other side of him. Harry let go of Crookshanks who instantly jumped onto Hermione's lap.

"Well Harry! It's nice to see you again. How's everything?" Lupin asked with a smile on his face. Harry, whose face was absent of emotion, answered, flatly, "I don't know." And nothing more was said from him. The werewolf'smile faded.

Under the table, Ginny attempted to grab his hand into hers, but Harry pulled away from her, giving her a look that said as plain as day, "NO."

Hermione noticed this and tilted her head in thought. Harry felt her gaze on him and glared at her. She was alarmed at the intensity of his stare but didn't back down.

Therefore began a glaring contest between Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.

There's so much pain and sadness in his eyes--but that's not really suprising given what he's been through lately. But why is he shutting us out? And why is he glaring at me like that? The old Harry would've back down, embarrassed. Maybe I'm losing my touch, thought Hermione still holding her "best friend's glare.

Remus let out a cough. "Umm…Hermione, Harry if you can please stop this, we would appreciate it."

Harry's eyes inverted from Hermione's and returned to his old professor. Hermione turned her head away, biting her top lip to stop the flow of tears threatening to pour. Remus nervously looked at the young witch and then began, "After what's been going on, I must ask you Harry. How are you really doing?"

Harry shifted his weight on the chair and hesitated. "What do you mean?"

"You've been avoiding us for a whole month! Why?" Ginny demanded but everyone knew she meant herself.

"Ginny, please. If you cannot control yourself, you'll have to leave." Mrs. Weasley scolded.

Ginny looked absolutely appalled and retorted angrily, "Mum, this is our house, not the headquarters of the Order! I want to stay."

"Certain information is said here that is just like in the Order of Phoenix. It's supposed to be very confidential. Unless specifically asked for, you can be removed from this room." informed Remus, serenely.

Ginny pouted and crossed her arms across her chest, sitting back defeated. Honestly, why can't she be more mature, Harry thought reproachfully.

"First off, I've decided not to return to Hogwarts if in any case it does reopen," Harry stated.

"Harry!" shrieked Mrs. Weasley, the color draining from her face. Remus stared at him with wide eyes, Tonks shook her head, and the rest shared the same reaction. Ron, although he was already informed of this, still looked aghast, but Hermione just sat there looking at Harry with eyes full of sorrow, anger and many more indescribable emotions.

"But why?" asked Mr. Weasley, quietly. Harry took his hands out from his pockets and placed them on the table.

"Everyone is well aware and all agree that I was the last person to talk to Professor Dumbledore before he was murdered by that ignorant, slimy, murderous son of a bitch." Harry said, coldly. Mrs. Weasley appeared to open her mouth to scold him on his language but thought better of it and let him continue. Maybe I shouldn't tell them. Or should I?

"Professor Dumbledore…has told me things that I need to know in order to defeat Voldemort-everyone flinched except for Hermione and Remus-and I find it very important to fulfill his wish."

"And what is this important wish?" asked Ginny in a baleful voice. Harry saw her mother give her a glare.

"I cannot say. Not here with everyone."

"Do wish for anyone to leave?" suggested Remus. Harry nodded and glimpsed around the room. Remus and Tonks can definitely be trusted, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley there's no question to that, since they've been Harry's family for such a long time. Ron's his best mate and Fred and George can be serious enough to handle this. Bill…well yes... and Fleur is assumed to be in the Order as well and now…Hermione. Harry's eyes landed on her. Her gaze was strong and truthful…she's probably the one that Harry trusted the most in this room. And that left Ginny. She's too young, she can't handle it. But she's going to be mad! She's just too….

"I'm willing to speak to everyone except for…Ginny."

"WHAT!" she shouted incredulously. Harry looked away from her and then at her mother. Mrs. Weasley nodded and knew it was for the best. She stood up and ushered Ginny out of the room with her screaming in protest.

"NO! IT"S NOT FAIR!I ALWAYS GET LEFT OUT OF THIS STUFF! I'M NOT YOUR LITTLE BABY ANYOMRE! LET GO, LET---" A door slammed, its sound vibrating off the walls. Everyone in the meeting room could hear the spunky sixteen-year-old throwing her things on the floor. Mrs. Weasley walked back into the room, trying to act as calm as possible. No one spoke for a moment.

Harry stood up, walked around the table and to the door. He pulled out his wand and cast a charm to make the room imperturbable. Then he turned towards the selected people he chose to stay.

"From the start of sixth year, Professor Dumbledore has been giving me special lessons. In the lessons, I had expected to learn more advanced Defense against the Dark Arts but I was wrong. He took me on trips through his memory which is held by a Pensive as all of you already know. I was able to learn about Voldemort's past when he was a child and who his parents were, all that stuff," Harry paused. His eyes reached Hermione.

She discreetly nodded back.

He continued to pace the room. "Gradually, Voldemort grew from a boy hungry for more knowledge of his past to a killing fiend." Harry thought of how Tom Riddle had looked like an average eleven year old boy and now was the most dangerous wizard in the wizardry world. Mrs. Weasley covered her mouth and her husband looked as if he might faint. Ron and Hermione shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

"I also found out Voldemort's strongest weakness. Love, Professor Dumbledore had said, can defeat him but…it's hard for me to see how. I know that Voldemort has never had anyone to love him and never had loved anyone either. My parents gave me love and Dumbledore said I have to love as well. "

And it's hard for me to see how.

"Why do you have leave school, then?" asked Mrs. Weasley, tearfully.

"For years, Voldemort has stored souls of people he had killed into an object. It's called a Horcux. There are seven. If I find all of these horcuxes and destroyed, there is a possibility that I could kill Voldemort forever. And he would stay dead."

"Oh god!" exclaimed Tonks.

Bill smiled broadly and said, 'That's great!"

"I was thinking that leaving school; I could spend all of my time finding the horcuxes. So I could avenge the people who that bastard has murdered all these years," Harry continued.

"But Harry...you don't have to leave school." said a voice behind Harry. It was Hermione. "Professor Dumbledore did tell you to finish destroying all of the Horcux but did he say to leave Hogwarts?"

"That's right!" exclaimed Ron in agreement, though he never had thought of it himself.

Damn. Why does Hermione have to be so smart? Mrs. Weasley was probably thanking all gods that Hermione was so smart.

"Now that settles it, doesn't it?" rushed Mr. Weasley, eager to close this discussion. "Everyone must be hungry so let's have dinner."

With a swish of her wand, plates of sirloin steak and French fries appeared on the table. A couple minutes later, Ginny came downstairs to eat. She avoided any contact with Harry but he didn't give a damn. He broke up with her and there was not an ounce of regret on his mind.

"Pass the salt," Hermione said, sitting next to him. Harry stretched across the table and grabbed the salt shaker. Hermione took it and said, "Thanks." In her voice there was some kind of glee behind it and he bitterly knew the cause. She'll get to go to school again. Bookworm.

"You're welcome," he mumbled stubbornly. Hermione just smiled. "Harry, why are you so depressed about going back to stop?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe it's because being surrounded by piles and piles of homework and not to mention, drooling girls and even creepier, boys asking me about Dumbledore's death. I don't want to deal with them, living the hell of horror!" Harry whispered back. He furiously cut his steak and popped a piece in his mouth.

"Oh, you're over exaggerating, Potter-

"You don't understand Granger-"

"Harry, I've unfortunately known you for, what, six years. I think I understand. Now just eat and meet me in the attic at midnight." With that as her last hiss, his bushy-haired friend got up and said sweetly, "Thanks for dinner, Mrs. Weasley. It was wonderful. I think I'll go to bed now. Night, everyone."

And while everyone was biding her goodbyes, Harry scowled.

Do the Weasleys even have an attic?