Prompt: Character(s) image and [word]

Tafta wants Harry making a horcrux and "Elder Wand"

Hate wasn't a word Harry used lightly. He didn't like the extreme connotations of the word. If you hated something, you never wanted to see it again. You wanted it destroyed.

There wasn't much Harry wanted destroyed. In fact, the only thing on his list was Voldemort.

Voldemort. He-who-must-not-be-named. You-know-who. Mr Hey- you-get-off-of-my-planet. The murderer of Harry's parents and the only man who can claim he single handedly ruined the lives of thousands.

Yah, Harry hated him.

Because of his hate, he was determined to destroy Voldemort.

Unfortunately, during what was supposed to be the final battle, Voldemort had managed to wound Harry and escape with the Elder Wand. But not before removing the piece of soul stuck inside Harry. In doing so, he had stolen a piece of Harry's soul too. Painfully.

After enduring that pain, Harry figured, what's one more? So he researched, a lot, and finally came up with a step by step process to make a horcrux. And it seemed easy enough, in spite of the pain.

So, one night, with his invisibility cloak in one hand and his wand in the other, he cut off a piece of his soul. The pain was blinding. He almost forgot to breathe. HE probably would have if he hadn't needed to keep chanting. Using every last ounce of his concentration, he weaved the piece of soul into the invisibility cloak.

The next day he went to see Ron.

"I need you to look after this for me," He said, giving the red head his cloak. "I have to go away but I want this to be in good hands."

"Won't you –"

"No." Harry smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "With almost everyone I know wounded, dead or dying, I need to know you'll be safe. So you need to stay here. What 'm going to do, I'm going to do on my own."

"Harry… What are you doing?" Ron asked, folding up the cloak.

"I'm going after Voldemort."

"But… Harry, he's got the Elder Wand. You're screwed if he catches you." Ron looked terrified. He clutched at the cloak, pleading with Harry.

"I'll be fine, Ron. Just keep the cloak safe. If all goes well, I'll be back with the elder wand by the end of the month. If my plans go wrong, I'm going to need that cloak." He handed Ron an envelope. "Don't open this unless I'm not back by the end of the month." Ron nodded, still looking terrified. This time, though, he also looked angry. "Good bye, Ron."

{&}

Ron,

My cloak is a horcrux. Sounds ridiculous, I know. But it's true. Voldemort stole a piece of my soul when he took his back. I figured I had to o something but I knew that since he has the Elder wand I'd need a little… insurance.

So I ripped a piece of my soul out.

Thank you for looking after it for as long as you did. Since you're reading this I'm probably not back yet and now need your help.

One of two things could've happened. First, In killing Voldemort, I managed to kill myself but still have the Elder Wand. If this is true, all you should have to do is place the cloak on top of the elder wand. The wand, needing a master, will resurrect me using the piece of soul.

If I didn't kill Voldemort and get the elder wand, you're going to have to drop the cloak into the potion sitting in the gold cauldron in the room of requirement. It's under a stasis spell so you'll have to cancel that. When getting into the room, just think "horcrux potion" and it should show up. Drop the cloak into the potion. I should come back. If I don't then I'm sorry to say I messed up and have left you to suffer at the hands of a murderer. For that, I apologize in advance.

Do this for me, Ron, and you can come on the next adventure.

-Harry

{&}

Ron sighed and stared down at the thin black wand lying beside Harry's dead body. Licking his lips nervously, he dropped the cloak on top of both of them. It didn't take long for the cloak, the wand and Harry's body to burst into flames. Only seconds later, Harry stood in the center. His eyes had turned black as his hair and his skin was too pale.

Ron dropped to his knees in shock.

The new Harry stepped forward nad grasped Ron's chin forcing him to make eye contact. "Would it be hypocritical of me," he asked, sounding very reasonable, "To start recruiting followers?"