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The Tears Of Doom: A Harry Potter Fanfic

Chapter 5

Many miles away from Godric's Hollow, Gregory Goyle had just Apparated to a room in the Malfoy mansion.

"Draco." Goyle called out in his typical hoarse voice.

"What is it?" the arrogant sneering voice replied coldly.

"Potter knows about his mother being a Death Eater once." Goyle said, a trace of fear in his voice.

"What! Didn't I say that you and Crabbe would have to prevent that at all costs?" Draco yelled, swinging his chair around and glaring at Goyle with his grey eyes.

"We… We were too late… By the time we arrived, the girl had already given the letter to Harry…" Goyle stuttered.

"Late! Pigging around, I expect!" Draco yelled angrily, red patches appearing on his cheeks.

Draco brandished his wand and gave it a flick, "Tortura!"

Goyle squirmed on the floor, in too much pain to make any noise.

The Torture Curse, a different 'species' of the Cruciatus Curse, causes much more intense agony. Unlike the Cruciatus Curse, the pain is applied from the inside. (Imagine a knife being stabbed into your stomach but the knife is IN your stomach.)

Also, if exposed to prolong usage, the victim of the Torture Curse is prone to death, not insanity.

Just in the nick of time, Draco halted the curse. Goyle stopped squirming and scrambled to stand.

"I will not tolerate another blunder. As a result, I am taking you and Crabbe off this case. I shall handle it myself." Said Draco, pocketing his wand.

With a curt bow of his head, Goyle Apparated away.

Draco turned back to his table and planned for his extermination of Harry Potter. Little did he expect, an uncalculated factor would make his plans fail.

Back at Godric's Hollow

Harry had finally come to terms with his mother being a Death Eater. Hermione, Ron and Ginny had already finished their tour of Harry's new house and returned to the living room…

Elva had called a few of her friends to help move Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny's stuff here. Harry had also let Elva stay on in the apartment as the housekeeper.

A few days later, carrying a backpack full of water and food, the group set off once again.

"Where to now, Harry?" Hermione asked, bright eyes twinkling.

Harry had been thinking about that for the past few days and he finally decided to go to graveyard in which he had witnessed Voldemort's return.

"Why?" Ron asked skeptically, eyebrows disappearing into his red hair.

"It's just a feeling that I got. Anyway, Dumbledore said that the Horcruxes are hidden in place of deep significance, didn't he? The graveyard is the place of Voldemort's rebirth. That should be significant enough." Said Harry.

Ron shrugged, obviously deciding that Harry was right.

Once again, Ginny grabbed hold of Hermione's arm. The group twirled and vanished.

Within a few seconds, they reappeared in a dark misty place. The Riddle house loomed high above them. "Has it occurred to you, Harry, that Voldemort might be using that house as his base?"

Harry pondered about it for a moment. "No. I don't think so. Even if Voldemort is using Occlumency to keep me out of his thoughts, it still doesn't stop me from feeling when he is near, does it?"

Hermione looked skeptical but said nothing more.

All four of them wandered around the deserted cemetery, peering at the tombstones. "Here it is!" Ron cried out. "Tom Riddle Senior's tomb. And there's some rope here!"

"Rope?" Ginny asked, tilting her head in a puzzled sort of way.

"That must be the rope that Wormtail used to tie me to the tombstone." Said Harry, bending down to examine the tomb.

"Nope. The Horcrux isn't here." Said Hermione, looking around at the rest of the cemetery.

The group spent the next few hours searching for the Horcrux, but to no avail.

"I don't think the Horcrux is here, mate." Said Ron, turning around to look at Harry.

Harry nodded sadly, having just wasted an entire, fruitless afternoon.

Just as he was about to tell the rest to return home, a small, hooded figure jumped out from behind a tree and yelled something, waving a wand in Hermione's direction, and Apparated away.

At that instant, Hermione glowed pink and started to float. As she floated higher and higher, wings sprouted from her back.

Just as suddenly, Hermione started to plunge back to earth. Harry dived and caught her in his arms.

Harry placed a hand on Hermione's forehead and found that she was cold. Fearing the worst, Harry and the rest Apparated back to Godric's Hollow. Once inside the house, Elva took Hermione from Harry's arms and carried her into a room with a single bed.

"I'm afraid I can't really do much, Harry. I AM a Squib…" Elva looked at him, eyebrows furrowed.

"What happened to her, Harry?" Elva asked, examining the feathery wings on Hermione's back. "She looks like she's been hit with the Angel Curse."

"The Angel Curse? What is that?" Ron asked agitatedly, sparing a glance at Hermione.

Elva drew a shuddering breath, "The Angel Curse is a very unique curse. Once hit by it, victims will sprout wings and fall into an unconscious state. During this unconscious state, the victim's memory will slowly start to fade. Once the memories of the victims are all gone, the victim dies a peaceful death."

"Is there anyway to save her?" Ron asked urgently.

"Not that I know of. But I suggest you consult a great wizard who goes by the name of Lucas Kane. He has more knowledge on this ancient lore than me." Elva said, wringing her hands, staring at Hermione.

"We'll do that." Said Ron. "C'mon, Harry. We haven't got time to waste."

Harry nodded, held Ginny's hand and Apparated away along with Ron.

Within seconds, Harry was breathing in the cool evening air of the town of Rowena's Nest. (Haha, get it? Godric's hollow, Rowena's Nest?)

Harry approached the house cautiously as Elva had warned them that Lucas was a bit eccentric.

Harry raised his hand, about to knock on the door, when the door opened by itself. Harry let his hand fall back to his side with a horrified gasp…

End of Chapter 5

Author's note: FINALLY! The end of another chapter… Sorry this took so long… school just started, so didn't have much time to write… Quite crappy, isn't it?