Hey guys, again! So I got this really good idea for the end of the story, so I couldn't wait to update, so here it is! (not the end, just the next chapter)

Enjoy x

Hermione's POV

I was filled to the brim with happiness. Harry had accepted my relationship with Draco, and Vol- Tom had admitted that we were having a peace talk! Nothing could make me happier.

"So that was my youth," Tom Riddle carried on his story. "I discovered information about horcruxes and set out to make seven. I achieved this number, and unfortunately, one more." He glanced guiltily at Harry.

I gasped loudly. "Of course!"

When Voldemort killed Harry's parents, he made a Horcrux out of James, but didn't think about Lily. So the piece of his soul went into the only living thing near it.

"Harry." I breathed.

"Yes?" he said looking round.

"No!" I shook my head hard. "You, Harry!"

I heard Draco inhale beside me. "Ah..."

I turned to him. "You get it don't you!"

He nodded. "Potter, you are the last Horcrux."

Harry just gaped. "I'm, what?"

"Harry, when your mother died, a piece of his soul went into you. Technically, if someone hit you with the killing curse, you would get back up. You wouldn't die." I explained.

Tom Riddle nodded. "I never intended for that to happen."

"Yeah, I bet you didn't." Ron spoke up. "That must have been why you could connect through your minds then."

I gawked at him. "Yes, Ron. I hadn't even figured that out yet."

He snorted. "Well that makes a first."

"So..." Harry struggled to comprehend what Ron and I had just told him. "There's a piece of your soul... inside of me?"

"Yes. And that will be the first one I will return to my own body. To save you the pain that I will feel." Tom stated. "But that will have to wait."

We sat in silence for a minute while Harry processed this information.

"Why will it have to wait?" I asked, curious.

Tom Riddle turned to me. "Because I will need some form of communication with you to bring in every Death Eater."

"So you talk to me," Harry brought his head up from where it was sitting in his hands. "And I tell everyone else your message?"

"Yes, that is correct. Unfortunately, our meeting will have to be cut short." He gestured to the window. "It is getting light."

Harry stood. "Can we meet again soon, Professor McGonagall? We need to discuss this further."

I cut in. "Not until the weekend, Harry. We have all our homework to do."

"Miss Granger is right, Mr Potter." McGonagall turned to Riddle, who also had also stood up. "Is Saturday at dusk reasonable?" she asked, in a fairly civil tone.

"More than. Draco, I will need your assistance in keeping the Death Eaters at bay this week."

Draco clasped my hand. "Very well."

I gently squeezed his hand back.

We watched as tentatively, Tom Riddle Jr. held out his hand and shook Harry's. I may have been wrong, but I thought I saw a glimmering tear run down Riddle's cheek before he left and apparated.

Harry yawned widely, stretching.

"Come on, love." I heard Draco murmur beside me as I copied Harry. "Let's go back to Hogwarts."

"Okay."