Chapter 6 - THERE IS A PIECE OF WHAT?

Harry POV

As I finished my patrol of the train, I came back and met up with Hermione and Ron.

"You know Mione, when I said lock the door, it doesn't mean open it and run after me!"

Hermione diverted eyes to my shoes as I spent a solid ten to fifteen minutes scolding her for opening the compartment door. We eventually hugged it out and she apologized. I was slightly annoyed at Ron as he still kept going on about my Patronus and how he was telling Hermione he stood bravely and guarded her whilst Professor Lupin and I fended off the dementors. The three of us were about to head to the carriages when Hagrid and Professor Lupin waved me over.

"Sorry guys, Hagrid and the professor seems to want something, I'll meet you guys at the castle".

Both of them nodded and left as I approached Hagrid and the professor.

"Hey, Harry!" Hagrid exclaimed.

I smiled at the half-giant, "Hey Hagrid, how is Fang?"

Hagrid chuckled, "Oh that dozy dog, doin great".

I chuckled a bit, then Professor Lupin spoke up, "Harry, the headmaster would like to speak with you".

I nodded my head, "Okay I will be on my-"

Then a flash of fire appeared as something latched on to my arm, in the split second the fire burst forward, another burst of fire occurred again. All of a sudden I was standing in the Headmaster's office. I turned to see what latched onto my arm and was surprised when I saw Fawks.

"Hey there buddy, long time no see."

I then petted Fawks as she happily trilled. I then looked up at Dumbledore who sat there with a smile on his face. However, I noticed a stiffness and a sense of no room for lies or half-truths from the man. I sighed as I began from the very beginning about Godric, learning wandless magic, to casting the full body patronus.

After I finished explaining, "Ask the headmaster to come to your mind plane, he is a legilimens, he will manage, I can talk to him that way, I have something important to discuss with him and you Harry."

"Um sir"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, "Yes Harry?"

"Could you enter my mind and meet me on my mind plane? A certain founder of Hogwarts would like to speak with you".

Dumbledore eyes must have become stars as they were twinkling like mad.

"If you insist Harry, however, I might caution you, even in my capable hands, I may accidentally view something in your memories by accident".

"It is okay professor, I'll manage".

Without further any further delay, the Headmaster locked eyes with me and entered my mind.

"Ah, a quidditch pitch Harry, a most interesting mind scape", said Dumbledore as he stood on the pitch in my mind plane.

"Indeed it is Dumbledore".

Dumbledore turned around with a surprise as he came face to face with Godric and me. It was the first time I met Godric as well. He wore surprisingly, Gryffindor Quidditch robes. He was tall, around six foot three, and muscular. He had messy red hair and a gruff red beard. I chuckled at seeing Dumbledore's grandfatherly eyebrows rising so high they almost went off his face.

After a brief change of words, "I will be quite blunt Dumbledore, as I am sure you have a feast to attend to soon".

Dumbledore and I chuckled at this.

Of course, you are sure Godric, you made the welcoming feast tradition along with the other founders!

Then Godric's face became dead serious, "Dumbledore, are you aware that Harry here is one of Voldemort's Horcruxes?" I

f I thought Dumbledore's eyebrows couldn't go higher I was wrong.

"I have been through Harry's mind this summer, although he does not know it, I have locked away that part of Voldemort and suppressed him for now, it is the reason you no longer have incredibly horrible nightmares Harry".

It was my turn for my eyebrows to threaten coming off my face.

I am...one of...Voldemort's Horcruxes?

"The reason I am even bringing this up at all is that I believe that I may have found a way to remove this piece of Voldemort's Soul from Harry without killing him...".

Dumbledore immediately snapped out of his guilt looking trance.

"...However it may be risky and I cannot absolutely guarantee that Harry would live, and Harry would be in a lot of pain during the process, what I propose is to use Basilisk Venom, and dip two or three drops on Harry's scar..."

Basilisk venom?... but when I got bitten back then it didn't work...

"I will then temporarily take control and channel Harry's magic to protect his mind and body for as long as I can whilst I toss the piece of Voldemort's soul to the forefront of Harry's mind. Once the Venom does its work, we will need Fawks to administer the phoenix tears straight away. The reason this didn't work when Harry got bit in the chamber was because the point of contact to his body was nowhere near the soul fragment's location, it was on his arm, not the scar on his forehead".

Dumbledore looked gravely at Godric, calculating the odds of this plan.

He then turned and look at me, "The choice is yours, Harry, what is your opinion".

I then felt a lot of pressure, it was as if the weight of the world was on my shoulders.

I took a deep breath, "I want to do it, professor".

Dumbledore sadly nodded, "Okay Harry, I will try schedule for next Friday evening and Owl you to confirm it. During this time, I will ask Fawks to aid you in going to the chamber to retrieve the basilisk venom, there should be some venom left on the fangs".

I nodded and then the connection between Dumbledore and my mind broke. I then looked up and saw Dumbledore...crying?

"What is the matter, sir?" I asked.

Dumbledore shook his head, "I do not wish to burden you now anymore then necessary Harry, if you do survive next Friday I will tell you everything".

He then regained his composure, "Now I believe we have a feast to get to".

I walked into the hall somewhat oblivious to all the whispering and muttering.

Yeah, might have been slightly busy thinking about how a part of the man who murdered my parent's soul is in my head.

I sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table next to Ron without saying a word. I could barely hear Hermione calling me as I was lost in my thoughts. She then stopped calling me, must be because Dumbledore is making his speech. Either way, I was too busy thinking about how I might be dead next week to be concerned with his speech.

"Harry, you know you do not have to do this right?" asked Godric.

I need to Godric, according to what you said, the reason Voldemort has not died is because his soul is not dead, it is stored away in different locations and vessels, one of them being me. I basically need to die to completely kill Voldemort, or part of him. At least with your way, it's a fifty fifty chance.

Godric went silent at my thoughts.

"HARRY!"

Hermione yelled a couple moments when the hall rumbled with discussions after Dumbledore's speech.

I then finally looked up at her. The angry expression on her face disappeared, replaced with a concerned expression.

"Are you okay Harry? Perhaps you should go see Madam Pomfrey tonight".

I didn't even realize how close Ginny was sitting next to me as I was too lost in my thoughts just now. Ginny was about to put her arm on me when I stood up.

"Yeah...I think I will spend the night there…"

I then walked up and took off the hospital wing, completely ignoring the looks of concern from Hermione, Ron, and Ginny.