Chapter 10 - DEATH COMES FOR US ALL

Harry POV

When I opened my eyes I was in the hospital wing…?

WHY HERE OF ALL PLACES!

"Ah Harry my boy, glad you could be here".

I turned around to see Dumbledore and a very stern and fidgety Madam Pomfrey.

Great, just great, Poppy is going to kill me.

After thirty minutes of arguing with Poppy, Dumbledore and I managed to convince her to go through with our decision. We needed Poppy to help administer the basilisk venom on my scar. Dumbledore would be casting constant healing spells to try quell the damage of the basilisk venom on my skin whilst Godric will momentarily take control of my magic to help protect my mind and my forehead from the venom melting my face off.

Basically, both Dumbledore and Godric will be protecting me during this potential death moment.

I then went over and laid down on my signature hospital wing bed in the corner. I placed my holly phoenix feather wand on the table next to my bed. As soon as I got into a comfortable position, I felt ropes bind my body to the bed. I wanted to look at who did it but couldn't as my head was stuck facing upwards.

"Oh quit struggling Mister Potter, this is necessary, the pain from the venom, as you likely felt before, is quite excruciating, this will be necessary to prevent you from thrashing around, and makes the admission of phoenix tears easier later as well".

I would have nodded at her response, except, I couldn't. I thought Poppy would have calmed down after she saw me stop struggling, but when I looked at her from the angle my head was locked at, I saw tears at the corner of her eyes.

Of course, she is potentially going to have a hand in my fifty fifty death…

I was left speechless as I watched her walk away to prepare the basilisk venom. Dumbledore then walked over and looked at me. A sad smile was on his face, the twinkling in his eyes was...different this time. It wasn't the joyous twinkle like before, more withdrawn and sorrowful. I mustered up what courage I could and gave him a brave smile. He nodded his head and drew his wand, then proceeded to back away out of my sight.

Poppy then came back holding a vile with bubbling green liquid, obviously basilisk venom. Her grip on her wand was very tense, as she would use it to drop tiny droplets of venom onto my scar. She tried to hide how scared she was for me, but I detected a slight stutter in her sentence.

"Are you ready Harry?"

Harry? She used my first name…

I couldn't help but smile when Poppy called me Harry.

"Takes me potentially dying for you to call me by my first name Poppy?"

I grinned at her before closing my eyes and traveling to my mind scape.

"Don't worry Poppy, I will see you soon".

I then delved into my mind and met up with Godric.

"This will hurt, or not, you might die, therefore my true heir might die, instantly".

I couldn't help but chuckle at how casual Godric was about me potentially dying. He then in a more serious tone, like when he talked to Dumbledore about Horcruxes.

"Harry, whatever happens, know I will do my utmost best to protect you and rid you of that vile soul fragment. I also wanted to say how proud am I of you. You have shown such great courage, strength, and heart in spite of what you have had to face. I am honored that it is you who wields this sword".

I couldn't help but cry as Godric pulled me into a hug, his red bushy beard scraping against my forehead.

"Harry, it's time! Get ready!"

He then let go of me. I then shut down my mind and handed the reigns to my mind to Godric. I then felt excruciating pain as my forehead came into contact with basilisk venom. It was painful, and then all of sudden I couldn't feel it anymore, I couldn't feel anything at all.

I awoke in a completely bright white room. I sat up and noticed where I was lying. I was lying down on platform nine and three-quarters in King's Cross Station in London.

This is strange...wait...am I dead?

As if reading my mind, a voice spoke behind me.

"No you are not".

The dark and low voice scared the crap out of me. I jumped forward slightly. I then quickly scrambled to my feet and draw my wand, only to realize it was not there in my pocket. I then slowly turned around and came face to face with a dark hooded figure. He almost looked like a dementor, expect, more human, and his face was not visible underneath his rippling dark grey hood.

I then looked down at the scythe in his hand. I almost puked at what I saw was embedded on his scythe. It looked like a rotten and overly blood veined baby was impaled on the scythe. The hooded figure noticing my gaze spoke up again.

"Ah, the soul fragment that was inside you... it seems to have belonged to a man named Tom Riddle".

I gulped as I realized that...thing...was in me...

"So is it dead?"

The hooded figure stared at me for a moment.

"Yes...The baby homunculus you see here is dead, it's dark essence has been expelled from your mind and soul".

I then turned my eyes back to the dead homunculus. I then grimly braced myself and looked back at the hooded man.

"You are Death aren't you?"

The hooded man let out a dark chuckle. I shivered slightly as his chuckling turned into mad laughter.

"Figured it out have you? You are a clever one, and brave".

I then stood staring at Death itself on the stark white platforms of King's Cross Station.

"You are most interesting indeed Harry Potter, you are the only one to come here and perhaps be allowed to leave, all though I suppose it is fitting, for one who is a descendant of Ignotius".

"I am sorry what? I am a descendant of who?"

Death again paused and looked at me for a long time.

"You do not know of the Peverells?"

I shook my head before Death countiuned on.

"I was aware that many stories of them have been passed on, even now, have you never hear the tale of the three brothers?"

I shook my head again.

For the next couple of moments, Death explained the tale of the three brothers to me and his Deathly Hallows. He then showed me images of what the hallows looked like with a wave of his hand. When I found out I possessed one, to say I was surprised, was an understatement.

My dad's invisibility cloak was the original cloak of invisibility made and given by Death himself!

"Indeed, Ignotius was always a very private man, he cared deeply for his family, thus their safety and protection were his highest priority. He passed down his invisibility cloak to his children, and his children have continued to do this while closely guarding its secret".

I then looked at the resurrection stone, but when I saw the Elder Wand, it seemed familiar… Before I could further think on it Death snapped at me.

"Heed my warning Harry Potter, do not go after my Hallows, many men have lost their lives in search of the power that could be brought on by possessing my Hallows. Those who only craved power while they lived never truly lived, they tried to control that power, but they were the ones who became controlled by that power instead. Remember what Ignotius valued Harry Potter, he was the smartest and wisest out of the three, despite being the youngest".

I nodded at Death's warning. Death then snapped his fingers and a train appeared parked at the platform nine and three-quarters. Death then guided me onto the train.

"Before you leave Harry Potter, I hope you realize you were not the only vessel that contained a soul fragment of Tom Riddle. The soul I received was but a portion of his".

I paled at this revelation.

"So you're saying he made more than just one Horcrux?"

Death stoically stared at me before responding.

"Indeed, how many more I do not know, it will be up to you Harry Potter to find them and destroy them".

The sudden burden placed on my shoulders couldn't be greater. The whistle for the train then blew, signaling it was about to leave the station.

"This train will take you back to the land of the living".

Death paused for a moment.

He seems to always do this while talking...

"It was interesting meeting you Harry Potter, it is not your time yet, I look forward to meeting you again one day, after all, Death comes for us all…"

Death chuckled at his own joke

"For now, please send the rest of Tom Riddle's soul towards my domain, he has cheated death for far too long…"

With that Death shut the train door and floated away. The train then started forward going to...I am not sure where. I remember a bright light encompassing me before closing my eyes. I then felt the wind pick up and then my world became dark again.