A power the Dark Lord knows not!
The taking of Riddle Manor!
It was two days of rest for the quartet, Dudley did seem rather bored with out his T.V. set. Luna tried to distract him but her words were. "He really is very muggle."
They put some hours into planning. Riddle Manor would now have every protection Old Tommy boy could think up. Knowing his Death eaters were decimated would keep him hunkered down awhile.
Harry had one problem, the stupid Horcrux in his head. Hermione was taken to the Black Library like a hurricane. Dudley didn't understand much but he was reading through as much as he could. They needed to find away to get rid of that Horcrux with out killing Harry.
The morning of the third day, they hit pay dirt. Dudley found an old tome with nothing on the outside. It had within it a ritual of soul cleansing. Hermione Started getting the ritual circle drawn while the others prepared Harry.
He needed a tunic made of lion skin, all hair must be removed from his body (he was not happy about this one). The ritual itself must be done at nightfall of the new moon.
Dudley was laughing like a hyena when Harry exited his room totally bald.
Luna just hit him up side the head to shut him down.
They entered the attic where Hermione had prepared the ritual. The Runes on the floor were drawn in the blood of all four of them.
Then they were covered in gold dust, A white candle was set at the north a black at the south a green at the east and a red at the west. In the center was a silver bowl with a cleansing potion. Harry entered the circle and drank the potion, the candles immediately lit on there own. Hermione and Luna began to chant, In what had to have been an ancient elfish tongue. A golden light grew up from the circle Like a pyramid, becoming brighter and brighter. The light felt like warm milk and clung to their bodies. Harry was held suspended about a meter above the floor his face contorted in extreme pain. A black hole opened beneath Him, and there two souls did battle. It only lasted a minute at most but to the four it seemed like an eternity.
The shard of Toms soul was dragged into the void as Harry's soul reentered him. As the candles dimmed and went out Harry's body slowly came to rest in the center of the circle.
He was very warm and in a deep deep sleep.
Hermione levitated him to his room and tucked him in to bed.
He awoke four days later. Feeling a bit hungry and yet better than he ever had in his life.
After a breakfast that would have shamed Ron Weasley and uncle Vernon, Harry was ready for the day.
They loaded Vernon's old car with all the things they would need and headed out. It was an uneventful trip to Little Hangleton.
The discussion on the way, was kept light, but the nerves in the car were palpable.
They parked about half a kilometer from the cemetery and Harry disillusioned The three Magicals while Dudley wore the invisibility cloak. Dudley and Hermione would be firing the RPG's while Harry and Luna flew on brooms over head with the submachine guns. The wards as predicted were at full war footing, but they didn't take into account muggle weaponry.
Wormtail was standing at the door when the first rockets hit. Harry Shredded the Rat man traitor as he attempted to transform. He was caught in midtransformation and would die forever being half man half rat.
Fenir Greyback was Shot up by Luna exiting the rear of the house. Silver fragmentation bullets took him down he died in agony.
The old House burst into flames as the second round of Rocket Grenades hit. The flames were bursting from every window.
Marcus Flint Came running from the house completely engulfed in flames. His Silent screams could be seen as he fell to his death.
No one else attempted to exit the old house as it caved in upon itself.
Our quartette walked back towards the car through the woods, and quietly drove away.