Fallen Angel

A/N: Honestly, people, I'm disappointed. I'm not one to beg, but the fact this story has barely any reviews upsets me. Please review. I need to know if people like this story, because if they don't, I'll stop writing it. Please review it.

The next morning, Hogwarts was sat in the Great Hall, eating their breakfast, when suddenly, a bolt of lightning and a clap of thunder ricocheted overhead. From the ceiling fell a box, landing right in front of Harry. Despite knowing what was happening, he schooled his features into that of shock.

"Harry my boy, the box please." Dumbledore ordered.

Harry stood, making his legs shake with fake shock. The Hall was silent, all eyes on their Saviour. Slowly, he approached the Head Table, carrying the box steadily. Once he had reached the front, he placed the box on the table. "Sir, there's a note on the box."

"Read it Harry. What does it say?"

Harry took the note and opened it. Despite already knowing what it said, he read it aloud either way. "'Filius est pars patris, filii, sed non omnia cognoscere patrum fermentum'. What does that mean Sir?"

"'A son is part of a father, but not all sons learn from their fathers' mistakes'. Is there anything else? A name maybe?"

"No name, no. But there is a snake at the bottom."

"Let me see." Dumbledore ordered again, holding out his hand. Harry handed over the note and stepped back whilst Dumbledore examined it. McGonagall and Snape also leaned forward to look. There, at the bottom, was a replica of the snake that was, unbeknown to all the staff except Severus, wrapped around the arm of four of their students. Dumbledore placed the note on the table and carefully lifted the lid of the box, peering inside and gasping at the sight. Snape's face went white, and McGonagall whispered an 'Oh Merlin'.

"Who is it Albus?"

"This, Minerva, is the head of one Geraint Dearborn, son of Caradoc Dearborn. Geraint was an ally of the Order working in the Ministry. An Unspeakable. I'm guessing, and my guesses are quite frequently right, that this," he pulled out another piece of parchment, this time with coordinates on it, "is the location of the rest of the poor boy's body. Minerva, contact the aurors, tell them where to find him. Severus, contact Geraint's remaining family, tell them what has happened. The rest of you, I suggest you go to your dorms. Classes are cancelled for the day. Go, and stay together. Harry, you too."

Harry nodded and turned away to grab his things, catching Draco's eye and indicating that the blond follow him. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville and Draco made their way to the Room of Requirement, which had been replicated into a small version of the Gryffindor common room. Harry turned to his friends. "Go on then, hit me with what you've got."

"What the hell is going on? What did he ask of you?" Draco asked first.

"Tom asked a favour of me. I have a feeling there will be many more and that more of you will be asked to carry out these tasks also. There are certain members of the Order who know information that Tom needs. My job was to get that information, and dispose of the person, so that he didn't go blabbing to Dumbledore."

"Who was he?" Ron asked.

"Geraint Dearborn. He was an Unspeakable in the Ministry, and son of one of the original members of the Order who was killed. Geraint knew of Horcruxes, and that Dumbledore also knows. He knew that Dumbledore is planning to destroy them throughout the year. Tom needed to know this information so that he can move them before Dumbledore gets to them."

"Haven't two of the Horcruxes already been destroyed?"

"Yes. The diary, and the ring. However, there are five more, and even if Dumbledore manages to find out what and where they all are, he won't be able to destroy them all."

"Why?"

"Because he won't kill me."

A gasp went around the little congregation. "What do you mean he won't kill you?" Neville asked.

"I mean, Neville, that this," he lifted his hair to show his scar, "is not just a curse scar. On the night my parents were killed, part of Tom's soul separated. That's what happens when you kill somebody. Your soul splits in two. The piece of soul that broke off latched itself onto the only other living thing in the room. There is a reason why I can speak to snakes. There is a reason why I can see into Tom's head. There is a reason why I was almost sorted into Slytherin. I am the final horcrux. However, being Dumbledore's Golden Boy, I won't be killed. I will die, but at the hands of Tom when I rebel. But even then I won't properly die. He'll just kill the part of him in me."

"So what? When the time comes, you're going to let Tom kill you?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Yes. But like I said, I won't die. Just the horcrux in me."

The mini audience sat in shock, contemplating what had just been told to them. Harry would have to stand in front of Voldemort, and be killed. But he would come back. As the last horcrux, his death would make Voldemort mortal, and he could be killed.

Draco bought the conversation back on track. "So did you get the information you needed?"

"Yes. Dearborn told me exactly which horcrux Dumbledore is going after next."

"But Dumbledore hasn't even told you what he's doing. How come Dearborn knew?" Ron asked.

"Good question. But I do have an answer. Dearborn was an Unspeakable. He could be trusted. And with his job, Dumbledore could get him to help him find what he needs; memories and locations for the horcruxes, as well as any history he needs on Tom."

"Still, it's strange that he trusted someone who's not even a member of the Order over you."

"One of the reasons why I'm going against him. The old fool is going insane." Harry sat down in the remaining seat next to Draco. "Hermione, how easy is it for you to make copies of these?" He asked, pulling out his galleon.

"Pretty easy. Why, how many more do you need?"

"Enough for all the Slytherins who may join. Draco, how many were interested did you say?"

"Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Astoria, Daphne, Theo and Millie."

"So including you that's nine. Another nine Hermione please." He asked, passing his coin over.

She took it with a smile and pointed her wand at it. "Geminio." Within seconds, nine duplicates of the spell had appeared. She handed all nine of them over, along with Harry's original, which he pocketed.

"Draco, hand these over to your friends. Tell them that they are means of communication and that when they have a message, the coin will become hot. Keep one for yourself." He passed the coins over as he spoke.

"Of course." He pocketed the coins. "Is there anything else?"

"No. Not until the time. We need to get back to our common rooms before we're found. Make sure you're not seen Draco."

"I won't." He got up and as he went to the door, he turned back. "I find that blending into the background is the easiest way." He tapped himself on the head and within seconds became part of the background around him. He winked and disappeared through the door- well, the moving wall in the shape of Draco did. Harry laughed and cast the spell on himself, something the other three copied. Quietly, they made their way over to their common room and made themselves comfortable, acting as if nothing had happened. Harry surveyed the room around him. Nine students, fifteen if you included the Gryffindor members that had left last year, and not including Harry, Ron and Hermione, were in the DA last year, so should still have their coins on them. One of them was too young, so Harry would have to send him away. The other members, the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs may need a bit of convincing, but Harry was sure he'd do it. The Slytherins- they were a different matter altogether. They would either say no when they found out it was him, or they would say yes to save their own skin. Harry hoped they would say yes. After all, the more the better.

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