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One Last Chance
Chapter Six: Tell Me The Tale
Harry started rubbing her back, easing her after she had thrown up, conjuring a glass of water not taking heed to that fact that he had not uttered a word or having used the Elder Wand for this.
Ginny gulped down the water, as Harry cleared away her sickness. "You have been hunting for them, right? So that you can kill him. He is finally dead and so I don't really have a part of him in me? That is what you are trying to tell me?" Ginny asked, getting excited.
He nodded.
Tom Riddle was not in her. Never was after Harry destroyed that diary. All the snippets of memories were what Riddle had given her during his possessions of her. Just like she remembered what had been missing from her memory, this was just something like that. This delighted her to no end and she could only think of one way to thank Harry for clearing her self doubt, and she did thank him rather passionately.
After Ginny finished her thanking, she asked him if that was he was supposed to learn from the lessons, why did he have to go to Dumbledore's office so often?
"There were a lot of memories leading up to why he created these. Like the history of why he turned so twisted and evil. Why he didn't allow himself to make room for friends and Love?"
"So you can write up a biography of him?" Ginny asked half-heartedly.
"Yeah…I think I can." Was all Harry could tell her.
She fell silent, debating with herself, whether or not she will be able to handle his life story?
"Tell me about it." Ginny finally stated, making up her mind that she would be strong for Harry. She knew if she was finding it hard to accept, then her Harry will probably find it harder.
"Are you sure you want to hear about it today?" Harry asked her, he didn't want to put this on her, he was not sure how she would react, he didn't want her to be upset over it.
"Yeah," Ginny said. "I want to, I have to. I need to let go. It's been so long and I don't want it to hurt me anymore than it already has." She was referring to the diary as well as this war.
She settled herself in his lap a little too comfortably for Harry to think straight. Shaking his head, to clear away thoughts that could delay what he wanted to tell her, he continued.
"Tom Riddle was a direct descendent of Salazar Slytherin. He was a half-blood, you see. The Gaunt family was the last of the Slytherin's decedents. Marvolo Gaunt had two children, Morfin and Merope. They lived in a little ramshackle shack on a heavily wooded hill side, just above the small town of Little Hangleton."
"Do you mean to tell me that Tom Riddle is really a direct descendent?" Ginny asked, frowning.
"Yeah," Harry nodded.
"Strange," She muttered.
"Why do you think that is strange?" Harry asked her.
"Well, I know he was the last parselmouth," Ginny said "but I think he would have flaunted that fact had he know it. He is that kind of a person."
"If you put it that way then, yeah, he would have," Harry reasoned. "But he wanted to keep his history a secret. He did not want people to know that. Only Professor Dumbledore knew he could talk to snakes."
"When did he tell Dumbledore?" Ginny asked.
"When Dumbledore went to pick him up from the orphanage." Harry answered, promptly.
"So, Riddle was Merope's son?" Ginny hesitated. She knew how the Slytherine Purebloods were, and this was the question of a direct Slytherine descendent being a half blood.
"Yeah," Harry said, he knew she was able to draw the conclusions. She was quite smart. She may not be a Hermione, but she knew what she had to.
"How did the Gaunt's take that news?" Ginny asked, ready for the worst answer.
"They didn't know about it." Harry told her.
"How can't they know about such a thing?" Ginny asked, her left-eyebrow raised.
"Merope lusted after the Village's rich boy. She was abused at home by her father, due to which she was almost a squib." Harry said.
"How original?" Ginny muttered, making Harry laugh out loud.
Seeing him laugh, Ginny smiled. "The damsel being abused wants a hero in the shining knight, who is not accepted by her family."
Harry snorted, "Yeah, well she was not like you was she? She wanted her hero to save her, but her hero did not know that she even existed."
"Then she should have poisoned her brothers mind to befriend him, she would have been rescued by her hero then, with a sword, after killing the big bad monster."
Harry looked at her with his eyebrows raised.
"Forget I said that," she muttered.
"Ginny," he warned.
"All right, I know, but sometimes I do remember that incident."
"You should not forget it, but don't compare your self to Merope for heavens sake," Harry said, scowling at her reference to her first year. "And as far as I can remember, you did not poison your brothers mind."
"Tell me the whole bloody thing fast," She said, impatiently.
"Well Morfin, was not found of any Muggles just like his father, so he had hexed some Muggle in the village and he had to attend a summoning. He had not, so in the memory I saw, had a Law enforcement Officer trying to convince Morfin to attend the summoning."
"He refused to attend and along with his father, they tried to resist the Law Enforcers. More Law Enforcers arrived over powered both Morfin and Marvolo."
"Marvolo got a sentence for six months while Morfin got three years."
"Grabbing onto her chance, Merope made a run for it. She either used a love portion or the Imperius Curse on Tom Riddle, the village guy she loved. They were married shortly after that, she continued giving him love portions."
"She stopped giving him the portion when she realised she was pregnant. He did not wait for her reasons or anything of that sort. He left her, although she was pregnant. She did not have money, but she had the locket, Slytherine's locket."
"She sold it in London, at Borin and Burks, where they paid her only ten Galleons for it. She ended up at the orphanage, gave birth and named him Tom Marvolo Riddle. She told the people at the orphanage that he was named after his father and grandfather. She also hoped that he would look like his father. She died shortly after that."
"Why did she not leave instructions to the orphanage about the child's father. Where he lived and who he was," Ginny asked. "She could have told them to hand over her child to his father."
"Would have saved us some problems," She muttered under her breadth. Only Harry heard it.
"Yeah, it would have," Harry agreed, whole heartedly. "but I guess she did not want to see him ever after what he did. She was probably hurt and angry by what he did, least he could have done was supported her till she had the child."
"Why did Dumbledore show you this stuff?" Ginny asked, genuinely curious.
"Well he said it was to help me understand his past, and he said it might help me survive." Harry told her, recollect the very same question he had asked Dumbledore.
"Anyway, the next memory I saw was Dumbledore delivering Riddle's Hogwarts letter. While Dumbledore was talking to the head their at the Orphanage, he discovered that Riddle was a bully in the orphanage."
"When Dumbledore spoke to him, he was rude and very demanding. Dumbledore realised that Riddle liked to collect trophies. He was a bully and he liked to keep mementos of those he bullied. He also did not like his name 'Tom', as it was a very common name."
"Another thing that Dumbledore noticed was the fact that he accepted that he was a wizard without any fuss. He immediately told Dumbledore that 'he always knew he was special'. He also told Dumbledore that he suspected that his father must have been a wizard as if his mother was a witch she would not have died, when she could do magic."
"He said something like 'My mother can't have been magic, or she wouldn't have died.' He also confessed that he uses his special ability to make people do whatever he wants them to do. He used to frighten fellow orphan mates."
"He once made a rabbit strangle itself," Ginny said so quietly that Harry almost missed it. "He enjoyed doing it. He felt very great about himself for it."
She had gone pale, "It's never going to leave me, Harry."
"The sufferings of this was is not going to leave me either, why don't we help each other make better memories?" Harry suggested, pulling her closers and hugging her tightly.
"I'll take you up on that," Ginny whispered, her heart was bursting with joy. She knew he would never make blank promises.
"Are you sure you want me to continue?" He asked her, he was not sure she could handle any more such memories.
"Yes, I am"
"All right then, where was I…Ah, yeah, well Riddle is quite self-sufficient, secretive and apparently friendless by the age of eleven. He did not want help or companionship. He never changed. Not even at his dying moment. He had never wanted a friend."
"Once in Hogwarts, he was sorted into Slytherine and most of the teachers pitied him, they felt bad from him, as he was from an orphanage. He also was obsessed in finding his parentage, when he realised they was no wizard named Tom Riddle, he unwillingly concluded that his mother must have been a witch."
"He started to search for 'Marvolo', and sure enough he found his answers. So in the summer before his sixth year, he left the orphanage in search of his family. It led him to the Gaunt Shack. Marvolo was dead when he went there, but Morfin, his uncle, was alive."
"Morfin was confused by his appearance and thought it was Tom Riddle Senior. So he approached him with a wand and a knife, ready to attack him. But Voldemort told him to stop in Parseltounge. The shock of hearing Parseltounge makes Morfin stop."
"In that shack, Voldemort realised that Morfin was his uncle and that his mother had fancied a Muggle by the name of Tom Riddle, who stayed in the Bungalow up hill."
"He stuns his uncle…"
"And frames him for the murders he commits. He kills his father and his fathers parents, doesn't he?" Ginny asked. No doubt she had remembered another memory.
"Yeah," Harry, whispered. "Ginny, I don't think…"
"You don't have to think Harry," She told him sharply. "I can handle it. I'm not a weak."
"I know your not weak. You are one of the strongest person I've ever known," Harry said. "It's just that I don't want this to affect you when you should be happy that your family is safe."
"It won't, I know you will be with me," She told him softly.
"You don't have to be strong with me or in front of me," Harry said. "If you want to cry, I understand. Don't try to act as though this is not affecting you, when it is killing you from inside. You feel you knew all of this but you had shut it out of your mind, that your feeling guilty about shutting it out Give me more credit than that, I know you better than that."
"Harry," Ginny sighed. "I know, you do know me quite well and curse you for that! Please just tell me the whole thing, Harry. I want to know, and I know you want it out of your system too."
"All right," Harry sighed in defeat. "Voldemort also steals the ring, which was also a family heirloom from his uncle."
"Does he turn that into a Horcrux?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, he does, but I'm not sure when he hid it the shack."
"So you got hold of that last year and destroyed it?" Ginny asked.
"No, I did not," Harry said, making it quite clear something had gone wrong at that time. "Professor Dumbledore destroyed it. That was the reason his had had blackened and that was the reason he died."
"What do you mean?" Ginny enquired.
"I'll get to it, don't worry," he said warily.
"Why do I get the feeling you did not like what happened to you, and you feel you were manipulated? But you still admire and respect who manipulated you?"
"Ginny," Harry began in a voice like that of Hermione when she got a doubt in class. "Are you very sure that you do not know Legilemens?
"Absolutely," Ginny told him, unabashedly.
He chuckled, "Of course you don't."
"Anyway," He continued. "Those are the two Horcruxes. The third one was the Hefelphuf's cup, Slytherine's Locket, the one Merope sold at Borin and Brukes. A witch names Hephazebit Smith had bought it and Riddle killed her to get these two artefacts."
"The Revenclaw's trinket that he had collected and converted into a horcrux was--"
"The Lost Diadem," Ginny exclaimed, exited by the fact that she knew what he was doing when he had wanted to see in the Revenclaw's common room. "That is what you were searching for, and that is why you came to Hogwarts. Well it's not lost anymore, I presume?"
"No," Harry muttered dryly.
"Well there we go, we have all seven! The Cup, The Diadem, The Locket, The Ring, The Diary, The Snake, Nagini, and the bit remaining in his body?"
Harry could see the wheels of her brain turning as her face was screwed up in concentration. Her eyes suddenly went wide and she breadth out a breath she didn't know she was holding in.
"No," She looked into his eyes. "That is why to went there, looking for him?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I was the seventh Horcrux, he unknowingly created. He had only meant to kill me and Dad that night, not mum. So when mum stepped in the way of the killing curse meant for me, a part of his soul was blasted apart from the whole and latched itself to the only living soul left in the collapsed building, me."
"Also, mum had died in hopes to protect me and that acted as a shield for me, he could not touch me. So for as long as I lived, he would be alive."
"He took my blood believing it would strengthen him. He took into his body a tiny part of the enchantment my mother laid upon me when she died for me. His body kept her sacrifice alive, and while that enchantment survived, so did I and so did Voldemort's one last hope for himself."
Suddenly Ginny stood up towering over Harry, "Lie down and take that shirt off!" She commanded.
"Wh…what?" Harry spluttered, confusedly.
"You heard me, take the bloody shirt off!" Ginny shrieked. "I'm not seducing you here, TAKE IT OFF OR I WILL RIP IT OFF," She threatened.
Harry obeyed her and took off his shirt, not that he had any choice.
Seeing the scars on his chest, Ginny's eyes clouded with worry and her eyes stung. She knelt down and ran her cool finger over his wounds. Harry shut his eyes when he felt her touching his wounds.
His eyes snapped open when he felt cold drops of water fall on his chest. Ginny eyes were watering. "You did this for us?" she questioned with out taking her eyes off his scars.
"I was supposed to do it," He told her weakly.
"No, you had a choice and chose to do this," she muttered.
He shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "When you put it that way, yes I chose to do it. Although I can't really say that, Dumbledore--"
"Dumbledore did not force you, he gave you a choice and you chose to accept it," Ginny reasoned it out for him. "You could have run away, but you chose not to."
There was a huge silence, even the wind and the lake seemed to have frozen. "Why?" she chocked out. "Why did you do it? Why did you not go to Hermione? She would have come up with another solution."
"There was no time, Ginny," He told her gently, as he picked himself of the ground and pulled his shirt back on. He then proceeded and pulled her onto his lap.
"It's over and let us put the past in the past and move forward. It won't be easy, but we have to learn to do it. We need to be able to do it."
"Look at it in this way; so many died in this war. They gave their lives so that we could live, for that we need to live, with their memories close to heart. We should not let their sacrifice go in vane."
Ginny looked up at him with the same fierce determination he had seen the day he had kissed her in the common room or on the day of Dumbledore's funeral.
"I…" She cleared her throat and continued. "I'm sure last year was not easy. Do tell me about it. You still have to tell me about the Deathly Hallows, but before that, where were you the night Dumbledore died?"
"Oh," Harry sighed. "Well Dumbledore had promised me that he would take me out to retrieve the Horcrux, if he found one. That was the night I found out Snape was the Death-Eater who had blurted out the Prophecy to Voldemort."
"What I did not know was that Snape loved mum, still does, from the time he realised she was a witch. You see they were neighbours. He was the one who told her that she was a witch."
"Once he realised that Voldemort might go after me to kill the boy who might be able to kill him, Snape realised his mistake. He knew that mum would die, but he did not want her dead, so he came to Dumbledore for help."
"That is why Dumbledore trusted him so much. Dumbledore has taken his word after mum's death that he, Snape, would help protect me from Voldemort. Although he hated dad, he did it for mum."
"So," Ginny asked, feeling his discomfort. "Did you and Dumbledore find the Horcrux?"
"Yes, and no," Harry told her, as he shifted her on his lap, so that she was resting on one leg alone.
"The place we went to was correct, but the Horcrux had already been removed from there. I though Dumbledore took the potion in vane, but the truth is he was dieing from the time he had removed the Ring."
"Snape had trapped the curse into his hand, that is why they looked dead. Snape had also told Dumbledore that he only had one year to live, the curse would spread and he would eventually die."
"So Dumbledore had arranged his death, he did not want Draco Malfoy to become a killer, so he told Snape to kill him."
"He also left Snape with the information that I am a Horcrux and until I die Voldemort cannot be killed. Though he did not out right say that to Snape."
"Anyway…the Horcrux in the cave was removed from someone with the initials 'R.A.B'"
"And you know the events of that night and the following days up to his funeral?"
"Yeah, I do," Ginny told him softly. "But tell me all about this past year, you were supposed to have been on the run from the Ministry while you were actually hunting down Horcruxes."
"Are you sure you want to here all about it today? Harry questioned, wincing inwardly at her death glare.
"What do you think my answer is?" She asked, menacingly.
"Harry Shut his eyes and looked up at the sky, he then sighed and buried his head in her shoulders, taking in her scent, he would not have expected anything less from her.
"All right," He nodded. "But, please make me stop if you can't take it anymore."
Although he did not here any verbal response, he knew she would say yes and not stop him.
"Well, you do remember the attack by Voldemort, as the Order was trying to bring over to the Burrow?"
"Yeah," Ginny nodded. "How can I forget that, not only did Moody die, I tasted firewhiskey."
"You also remember my wand destroyed Malfoy's wand (which Voldemort has burrowed)."
"Yeah," Ginny said, irritation evident in her voice. "How can I forget, that was the day I saw you after a month or so and that was the day, my brother lost his ear also."
"All right," Harry said, just as irritated as her "I'm just trying to recollect, so many things have happened in the past year."
"Anyway," He did not let her talk. "At the Burrow, the Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour gave Ron, Hermione and me bequests from Professor Dumbledore's will. Ron got the Deluminator, and Hermione got the, The Tales of Beedle the Bard. I was suppose to get the Godric Gryffindor's Sword and the Snitch I caught in my first-ever Quidditch match. The sword, however, was kept by the Ministry, who claimed it to be 'an important historical artifact.'"
"We assumed it might help us with out Horcrux hunt," He continued. "Whatever Dumbledore had left us, so we tried to get the Sword, but he refused to hand it over."
"Then, you know, at Bill and Fleur's wedding reception, Kingsley Shacklebolt's Patronus arrives, announcing that Scrimgeour is dead and the Ministry of Magic has fallen under Voldemort's control. As Death Eaters approach, we, as in Hermione, Ron and I left from there. Hermione disapparated us to Tottingham, Court Road; where we hide in an empty cafe so that we could plan what we had to do next."
"However, the Death Eaters found us and we were able to escape them narrowly. Then we eventually took refuge in Number 12 Grimmauld Place."
"While we were at Grimmauld Place, Remus came with a proposition to join us in the horcrux hunt, although he was not aware of it."
"When he told me that he left Tonks, because he had found out she was pregnant, and he feared the child would carry his lycanthropy, I mocked him, called him a coward and not a true Gryffindor. I felt horrible, but I had to do it. He got mad at me and sent me flying across the room, but my mockery did what it was supposed to do."
"I realized later on that he returned to his family shortly after our argument. I realised from a sign on a bedroom door that Sirius Black's brother Regulus was the "R.A.B" who removed the Locket Horcrux from the cave."
"Is it the same cave, where Riddle had once…" Ginny hesitated.
"Yeah," Harry told her, tightening his sold on her waist. "The very same cave in which he tortured those fellow Orphan mates."
Ginny just nodded, with a determined look on her face and asked her to continue.
"Hermione recalled seeing a locket while cleaning the house during the summer before my fifth year. We also realised that Kreacher had been stealing many of the Black Heirlooms, while we were cleaning that place up."
"Kreacher had in fact stolen the locket from the items to be thrown out. He admited that he had placed the Locket Horcrux in the cave as ordered by Voldemort, and Regulus later died retrieving it."
"With his help, we got hold of Mundugus Fletcher, as he had stolen everything from the house after Sirius had died. He told us that the locket was sold to Dolores Umbridge"
"Then, I suppose you hear of our break into the Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked her.
"What were you thinking?" Ginny asked sarcastically.
"Well we needed the locket, and she worked in the Ministry of Magic so we had to do it," Harry defended himself.
"Whatever Harry," Ginny said, rolling her eyes although her smile gave her away. "I would have loved to join you with the break-in," She added with a wink.
"With a little help from Polyjuice potion," Harry began but Ginny snorted and muttered "right, very, very little," which Harry chose to ignore and continued as though he had not been interrupted "We were able recover the locket. We were also able to save suspected Muggle-Borns from the Ministry."
"But then Grimmauld Place was no longer safe as, Yelexy held onto Hermione while she was trying to apparate us out of there. We were forced to flee to the countryside. Hermione took us to the woods next to the place where the World Cup was held."
"We traveled the country, looking for Horcruxes and means to destroy them. We overhearing a discussion between Griphook, you know, the Goblin and several others, including Dean Thomas and Ted Tonks. We learnt that the Sword of Gryffindor, was at Hogwarts and in the Snape's office, the new Headmaster"
"We also learnt of your adventure and thwarted attempt to steel it, and then Griphook told Dean that you guys were punished severely by Snape. We also realised it was fake. Then I decided to find the real one, so that we could destroy the Horcruxes.
"After this, Ron and I got into an argument over my lack of a plan for finding and destroying the Horcruxes. Ron was made to leave us because of this argument."
"What do you mean made to leave?" Ginny asked sharply.
"His thoughts were controlled by the Horcrux," His voice made it very clear that, nothing else could have happened. "I did not want the Horcrux left in out bag or something like that, so we wore it. We had also figured it was causing the problem of out sad moods, so we took turns and wore it."
"After he was made to leave us, Hermione was really shaken up by that. I've never seen her cry so much, she would cry on and on at night when she though I was asleep or something like that. I was not sure what I was supposed to do."
"Hermione and I in search of the sword, landed up in Godric's Hollow. We saw my parents graves, and their house. The site of the house was horrible, there were a lot of people who had visited that site and people had left notes for me."
"While we were looking at the house, Hermione and I were beckoned by Bathilda Bagshot into her home."
"Although I knew something was not right in her dusty house I followed her upstairs, alone, leaving behind Hermione, downstairs."
"She transformed into Voldemort's snake, Nagini. Voldemort himself appears almost immediately after that. Hermione caste the Blasting Curse which ricochets around the room, giving us a chance to escape, but the damage was done by then, my wand was in the way of the Blasting Curse and it broke into two pieces. Only a thin strand of phoenix feather was connecting the two halves together."
"Hermione then apparateed us out of Godric Hollow's to the Forest of Dean, a place she had visited as a child."
"While I was on guard duty one night, a doe-shaped Patronus lead mw to an icy pond containing the real Sword of Gryffindor. As I dived into the freezing water to retrieve it, the locket Horcrux tightens around my neck, strangling me. I was sure I was going to die then. But Ron saved me, he was guided back to the us by the deluminator Dumbledore gave him. Ron recovered the sword and destroys the locket with it."
"He…" Harry heccitated a lot, before making up his mind. "I don't think it is my place to tell you about the incident that occurred that day while he destroyed the locket, let me just tell you that, the Horcrux manipulated with him the same way it manipulated you."
"Ron, then warned us that Voldemort's name was Tabooed; speaking it reveals the speaker's location to Voldemort and his Death Eaters."
"Hermione was happy to see him, but she was also quite angry at him for leaving her, though she didn't voice it that way."
"Then we learnt from Xenophilius Lovegood that the cryptic symbol we had repeatedly encountered represents the three Deathly Hallows: the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone and the Invisibility Cloak."
"We did not know that Luna was kidnapped then, and when we pressed about Luna's absence, Lovegood admited that Death Eaters had abducted her in retaliation for supporting me in his paper, The Quibbler."
"Hoping for Luna's return, he had alerted Death Eaters that we were there, but we managed to escape."
"Shortly after that escape, I figures out that the clues are suggesting that I already had one of the Hallows (the Invisibility Cloak), and may have been secretly given another one in Dumbledore's will (the Resurrection Stone, hidden inside the snitch). I got obsessed with the Hallows."
"I accidentally used the Voldemort's name, and we were captured and taken to Malfoy Manor, where we were put in the same cell as that of Luna, Dean, Ollivander and Griphook."
"Bellatrix saw that we had Gryffindor's Sword with us and she feared we had broken into Gringotts to retrieve it. So, she tortured Hermione, with the Crusiatus Curse for information."
Harry was recollecting her screams and Ron's screams trying to save her.
"It was horrible to hear her screams, and I could not do anything and I had to keep calm for Ron, I saw a flash of blue in the scrape mirror piece and thought it was Dumbledore, so I screamed out Help and that we were in Malfoy's Manor."
"My plea for help was listened to and Dobby came. Being a House-elf, he was able to Apparate directly into the cellar. He rescues Luna, Dean and Ollivander, by apparating them out and Ron and I were able to escape upstairs to help Hermione"
"How did you manage to escape, you didn't have a wand did you?" Ginny asked.
"Well Wormtail came to see what the confusion was and the noise that was made when Dobby apparated out Dean, Luna and Sir Ollivander. Ron and I pounced onto him and he tried to strangle me with his silver hand, as his wand was snatched from Ron. I asked him if that was how he was going to repay me for saving him that day in the Shrieking Shack, He hesitated and that caused his Silver hand to strangle himself, we, that is, Ron and I tried to stop it, but we could not."
"He died before us, but we could still hear Hermione's screams so we left his body there and ran to help Hermione."
"By the time we went up, Hermione was unconscious. Bellatrix tried to play with her. So we threw Pettigrew's wand down onto the floor. Then the chandelier came out lose, Bellatrix was directly under it, so she went off from there, the Chandelier fell on Hermione and Griphook."
"Hang on, way was Griphooh there?" Ginny asked, not remembering him mentioning the reason why Griphook was with Hermione.
"Oh well, he was called up, because the snatchers had found the Sword, which was with us and Bellatrix saw it and freaked out that we had gone into her vault. She wanted Griphook to confirm that it was not real, which was what Hermione was telling them."
Harry shrived, this had not happened long back and it was killing him to remember. He did not want to remember Dobby's death, it had been painful, he had loved that elf, for his funny mannerisms, He silently vowed to himself that he would make a beautiful Marble Tomb stone with the same inscribing and place it in Hogwarts, next to Dumbledore's tomb. Dobby deserved no less.
Ginny pulled herself closer to him, so that he would not remember the horrible things of that night.
"Take your time and then continue Harry," Ginny said softly, into his ears.
A/N: Well this is not edited either and if you are interested in the edited version you might want to check SIYE. The name of the story is same and yes I did change my pen name here.
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