Chapter 14: The Hour Begins.
The ghostly form of Helena Ravenclaw turned back to Harry, a look of discomfort worn upon her face. She looked down at him as she levitated from the floor.
"Yes?" She cooed.
"I need your help locating something. Something that I was told you could tell me find. Your mother's Diadem. Please tell me where it is. I'm in dire need of destroying it. If you tell me what it looks like it'd be a great help as well" Harry replied in a hurry.
" The Diadem was a sort of tiara. You'd most likely describe it as odd. Destroy it? Do you truly mean of such a thing?"
"Of course I do. Why would I want to just find it?"
"The diadem causes the wearer to become very wise. This was why my mother cherished it. Why do you wish to "destroy it" ? "
"I think it's a dark object that you-know-who tampered with. It would play a hand in defeating him."
Helena examined him with questioning eyes. She seemed to not still not completely trust him. With a sigh she began to reply to his statement.
"I do wish to believe you but, He.. He did take it. He was so charming and persuaded me to believe that he too would be destroying it. In truth he only turned it into this abomination. He used very dark magic on that beloved object."
"You mean..Riddle?" Harry questioned.
She responded only with a nod. There was obviously a great volume of regret for her. She must have felt awful to learn that she'd told the location to such a fiend. Helena looked down at the floor for a moment then back up at Harry.
"The Diadem..lays in the room where what you require comes to life."
"The ro-" Harry began to only find that she'd left.
He stood there before the tower with his mind replaying her words. The Room of Requirement? That had to be the room but, what did he need to require for the right room to form? Could he just wish to find the lost item? If only he knew the exact phrase that Voldemort had once used. Harry shook his thoughts away and made his way throughout the stone structure toward the familiar corridor.
The spot made him smile as he remembered how fun it had been secretly teaching DA members how to fight when Umbridge, that toad of a woman had been there years previous. Seeing all of his friends there learning the spells that he taught them, each of their abilities growing. His thoughts began to revolve around what he was after. The diadem, not to gain wisdom just to be a step closer to make the world a better place for all. He allowed different phrases to pass through as he awaited a door way to form.
A place to hide something where no one shall ever recover it.
His eyes focused on the wall as slowly, as an artist were taking his pencil and etching a doorway the door appeared to a room. Harry passed through the portal and was met with a piles and piles of various items of all kinds. This room, he'd been here once before to hide the potions book. Wait..the diadem. Could it have been that old very odd discolored tiara he'd used to mark the book's hiding place. With his memory as his guide he traveled to where he had once stood the previous school year.
Sure enough, there it was the old object once an honored item but, now something to be destroyed. It laid where he had placed it upon the bust of an old warlock. He took it in his hands and held it tight making his way back to the others. He left the room behind, with all its items that people of the past had hidden for whatever reason.
In the great hall, He found everyone as they were when he left yet again. Though there were some changes, some had brooms and they were also accompanied by various creatures. Harry recognized Firenze the centaur among the crowd of new beings.
Harry hurried over to Ron and Hermione, he showed them the diadem immediately. She carefully collected the sword from her bag. Ron stood there nervously, he had been present when Bill and Lupin had destroyed the other horcrux and knew this wouldn't be a pretty sight.
"Everyone! I need you all to please give us a great amount of room and no matter what, stay back. We have to destroy this item to weaken You-know-who." Hermione spoke up after giving Harry the sword.
The crowd around them almost instantly moved away leaving a great gap between the three and them. Harry sat the diadem down upon the ground. Ron and Hermione held their wands ready just in case of trouble emitting from the item. A ringing slightly continued to sound out only heard by Harry signalling that it was truly a horcrux. Taking the sword's hilt in both hands, he elevated the weapon into the air and then swung it down toward the object with colossal might. The impact caused the diadem to crack and separate into shards, soon after it became only small pieces of what it once had been. The ringing that had once emitted from it formed into a great voice shouting out in agony. Then it all went silent.
Not a person in the room moved or made a sound as they stared at the object that once held a fragment of Voldemort's soul. Harry let the sword fall to the ground and a sigh of relief to escape his mouth. McGonagall and Flitwick along with other staff members left the building to put up protective enchantments around the castle.
Shortly after the teachers' departure the silence was broken by a voice. The voice filled the room and echoed out on the grounds. It was as if it was everywhere and had no body to accompany it.
"It seems that you wish to resist me and my followers. You'd rather side with Potter. Yes, I am here on the grounds with an army and we shall not be playing child games. Though, I'll give you a chance for me to spare your lives and that of your loved ones. My forces and I will attack in one hour, we are stationed all around this dome you seemed to have formed. If you bring me the boy all will be forgiven and we may live our lives in peace under my control. One Hour. That's it. Oh and Potter, I'll be seeing you either way I presume?" The cold voice spoke to them singling out Harry before a laugh ended it's speech.
Harry was soon surrounded by DA members and his friends. A circle formed around him, each of the looking out at the crowd in the room.
"If any of you get any ideas, we'll strike you done. You go through us. Harry is here to save you. He needs our help and hasn't ever asked for any of this. He is the way for peace, Voldemort just lies in attempt to trick you. When you hand Harry over, what makes you safe from being struck down by that man anyway? Nothing. To him, you all are nothing but, trash that is in the way. Prove to him and those who follow him that we mean business and shall not fall. We will be those who stand victorious at the end of this war!" Hermione stated to each of the room's occupants.
Everyone that surrounded Harry and his friends looked around at each other and nodded. There wouldn't be anyone turning Harry in. If someone attempted to, they would fall by one of their numbers. Harry was their leader and he would remain tall. They would be victorious by the end of the night. Voldemort would fall and never rise again.
AN: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I hope you liked the speech that Hermione gave to everyone. It was a means of showing how loyal she was to Harry, she and the others as you can see would do whatever necessary to keep him safe. I wanted a moment for that to be recognized by all of the characters on that side and show just how powerful one person's belief can be. Also, the next chapter shall be up tomorrow hopefully. I have some plot ideas to work on due to the things I'm changing and adding. For those of you who are leaving "reviews" I appreciate it please don't be afraid to join in or keep doing it. It helps me keep going and also allows me to see what you guys enjoy the most. Thank you for your support so far, I hope you stay around. Have a good night/day.