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This is the second to last Chapter everyone!

Chapter 15

It was nearing Midnight, and the Harry, Hermione, Ron, and the twins had failed to come through with a foolproof plan. They hadn't thought of a way to hit Voldemort with the killing curse.

"Does it have to be Harry?" Hermione asked for maybe the third time that night. Everyone had run out of ideas, and the ones they did have were merely being repeated. Many people had just ignored the question Hermione asked, because it seemed to be the obvious answer, Harry had to do it.

"Well?" Hermione whined, awaiting her answer.

"Hermione, I don't think"-

"Don't think my idea will work? Don't think it's good enough?" Hermione interrupted Ron.

"No Hermione, it's just that we all think Harry should be the one." Ron said, wincing at Hermione's snappy tone and mentally cursing for speaking up.

"Well it would certainly catch Voldemort off guard," Hermione said defiantly.

"Yes, but who here would be brave enough to actually try to hit Voldemort with the curse. If that person missed…well you can just imagine being near Voldemort after attempting such a thing." Fred spoke.

"Well they would just have to make sure that they hit their target, now, wouldn't they" Hermione said.

"Yes, but who would volunteer Hermione? The only person who would pull that kind of stunt is Harry. And he's the guy were trying to help hit kill Voldemort anyway." George said, sampling a new sweet from the shop.

Fred turned to George, awaiting the sweets side effects.

"None," Fred said disappointedly, marking something on his clipboard.

"Will you two pay attention with the matter at hand?" Hermione snapped.

"Yeah, this whole Horcrux ordeal has still left us kind've busy, Hermione." George said, taking the clipboard from Fred's hands.

"How about we do it when all the Deatheaters are on a raid. A not so important raid; one that Voldemort wouldn't attend. I mean, he'd be alone at his headquarters, right?" Ron suggested.

"Yes, I suppose. But if it wasn't an important one, would all the Deatheaters go?" Hermione asked.

"We could've just found a time when Voldemort was alone," Ron grumbled, slumping down in his chair.

"Harry, do you have any ideas? You've been so quiet this whole time." Hermione asked him sweetly.

"I-I'm starting to h-have second t-thoughts about this w-whole idea, g-guys." Harry said.

Harry was thinking about the whole situation the whole time. Whoever did try to hit Voldemort with the killing curse would be in danger if they missed. If Harry got near Voldemort again, what would happen? Would Voldemort gain what little power Harry had over himself? Harry shuddered to think about it.

"Harry, you're starting to get your stutter back," Hermione said concernedly, breaking Harry from his thoughts.

"Yeah, I-I've n-noticed." Harry muttered angrily. "But it's only a s-small stutter."

"Harry, this isn't good," Fred said, sounding a bit like his mother.

"I know, but l-like I said, I'm h-having second t-thoughts." Harry said.

"Why?" Hermione asked. "One day or another, Horcrux destroyed or not, someone will have to hit Voldemort with the killing curse."

Harry thought for a moment, and then nodded his head. "Yeah, I guess y-you're r-right."

"Still having second thoughts?" Ron asked, sitting up in his chair.

Harry shook his head. "If were g-going to do anything, we better do it s-soon." He said slowly.

"I suppose we should actually come up with a plan then," Fred joked.

"Yeah, that may be a benefit to us," George laughed. The twins were known for trying to brighten a frustrating or sad situation such as this.

There was a brief silence before Hermione spoke, "I'll do it."

"What?" four disbelieving voices asked.

"I'll do it," Hermione repeated. She was trying desperately to look brave, but anyone who knew her could tell she was screaming at herself for volunteering for such a thing. But she still felt she ought to do it.

"I can do it," she said confidently.

"Hermione, n-no. I'll do it." Harry croaked.

"I have a plan, but firstly, I think Harry needs to go through the pensieve…which is what we don't have." She said regretfully.

"We could view my memories," Ron suggested hopefully.

"W-we should view the o-one where I meet you on t-the b-bus in our first year Ron." Harry said.

"All right, that sounds good…where do we get a pensieve?" Ron asked, scratching his head.

"Maybe you can borrow Percy's?" Fred asked, although they all knew that was impossible. The day Percy let them borrow something so personal was the day Percy would tell Barty Crouch Sr. he was a horrible foul smelling git. But Barty Crouch Sr. was dead…so…

"We could apparate back and see if the pensieve is there. If Voldemort was in a rush to find us, then maybe he wouldn't have taken the pensieve."

"The Burrow is destroyed. It's in ruins…" Fred said, receiving a shocked look from Ron, who had edged up to the seat of his chair. "Ron I though you knew, I mean, it was a small article in the paper, but…"

"What about Mum, and Ginny?" Ron asked worriedly.

"Ginny's in a coma, made it out almost in time. The Deatheaters thought the house was empty, so they just blew it up. Mum just has a damaged leg. They both tried to hightail it out of there, but couldn't. Doctor says they'll be fine, but I worry." George said.

"Wow…did Mum say anything?" Ron asked, his voice cracking a bit.

"Nah, she just hasn't gotten a visit from you, and she's worried. I suggest you do visit her though. Harry should probably stay behind. It would come as a shock for her to see him." Fred said.

Ron sat back in his chair, with a look of sadness, and anger upon his face. He felt guilty. If they had just done everything in Grimauld place…no, even Grimauld place wasn't safe anymore.

"Maybe we can just carry out plans soon, if we can't find a pensieve that is." Hermione said. "We could attack at night, and take him by surprise… Does he sleep?" she asked dumbly.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "W-we don't even have an idea o-of what we are going to do, we can't r-rush it for my sake."

"We do too have a plan!" Hermione said, "I have one. I'm going to hit Voldemort with the killing curse."

"Hermione, I-I don't know if y-you can"-

"You said it yourself I'm the 'top in our year.' Why can't I now?" Hermione interrupted rudely.

"Hermione, f-facing Voldemort is h-hard. It's n-not a-as easy as you think." Harry said firmly. And it was. He felt he had explained it enough in their fifth year at the Hogshead. Everything feels the spur of the moment and frightening.

"Oh, you're right Harry. You've faced him dozens of times, and I've…none." Hermione said, looking sorry.

"Look, let's all just get a good nights sleep, and discuss this with fresh ideas in the morning," Fred concluded.

"Sounds good to me," Ron said, getting up from his chair and heading to bed.

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The next morning, the plans had been discussed. The five would apparate to the Dark Lord's headquarters, and break in at night. Whether or not they were heard, or seen, they would complete the mission. This was basically a life or death situation each hoped they would survive. All right, maybe not a total life or death situation. They each had a portkey they hoped would work if the headquarters.

Each person played an important role, Harry, the mindless servant which he was reluctant to play.

Fred and George, the distracters, who would try and hold of most Deatheaters.

Hermione, the one who would shoot the killing curse.

And Ron the person who would… accompany Hermione? (Along with Harry).

They had considered informing the order, but thought it best to do it on their own. If the mission failed, or any order member died, they would feel a bit guilty, or responsible for the death.

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When it was about midnight the next day, they were ready to strike.

All right everyone! One more chapter! I can't wait!

I am going to be camp soon, and won't have time to write the last chapter for a while. And then when I get back, two days later maybe, I'll be at camp again. So if I get a LOT of reviews, maybe I'll post the last chapter in that two day time period.

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(Not usual length, but the 16th chapter should be longer!

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