Hi everyone! Welcome back! I hope you enjoy this chapter. It is just about the darkest one that I have published thus far, just remember that happiness can be found even in the darkest of times...

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Harry sat outside as the sky grew increasingly dark, thinking about everything that had happened. Finally, when the sky was a deep purple, he stood and brushed the sand off of himself.

He re-entered the tent, and, to his surprise, he found Draco still asleep. He toyed with the idea of waking him; however, there was no real reason to do so.

Harry had decided that since there were now two of them, they should keep watch during the night. He could keep watch for right now and then wake Draco up later when he felt tired.

Harry turned on his heels and walked back out into the cool night air. He lit his wand and leaned up against the tent.

He fidgeted with the sand, too preoccupied to care much about what he did with it. After a while he felt a dull throb starting to grow in his forehead.

He knew he would be taking another trip into Voldemort's mind tonight.

He sighed heavily and started to put his fist into his mouth. Then, his eyes fell on his wand, and an idea struck him like lightning. He quickly picked it up and pointed it at himself.

"Silencio."

A bright jet of light flashed at him, and when he tried to talk a moment later, no sound came out. He had only wished he had thought of doing that sooner. It would have been much less painful than biting into his fist.

His scar was burning with a savage power, ever building, ever pounding. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the pain disappeared.

Harry barely had time to marvel at this before his head split open, and he was wrenched from his body and thrown into Voldemort's.

At first, everything was blurry, as though he did not have his glasses on, but then the image sharpened. Far below him, Harry could see a landscape flying by.

He was on the move.

It was times like this that reminded him how powerful he truly was. Dumbledore could not fly without a broom.

He was getting closer and closer to his goals, and now there was nothing Dumbledore or Potter could do to stop him. Suddenly, his thoughts turned sour.

Potter, the menace to his life, the only thing that would possibly prevent him from achieving his goal. But then again, the whole Ministry was after him, and his army would soon be in control of the Ministry. After they gained control, the boy didn't stand a chance.

Harry Potter would be found in no time with the whole might of the Ministry looking for him, plus all of the Death Eaters. Anyway, now he and the boy shared this connection, and it presented itself with endless possibilities.

He would try once more later; however, it had been excruciating to try and possess the boy. Nevertheless, it was still possible to control his thoughts.

If it wasn't, he would block out the boy. What if the boy was in his head right now, though? Listening to his precious thoughts.

The world went dark as Harry closed his eyes and focused. The last remnants of thought still hiss through his head, though.

The boy would never be able to defeat him.

He would die before he got the chance to try.

Harry opened his eyes and felt a severe pain in his forehead. He raised his wand feebly and pointed it at himself. Another blast of light hit him, and the silencing charm was removed, his hand falling to his side.

Still, the pain kept growing, kept worsening. It was not going away, just intensifying.

It was too much; he couldn't possibly take it. He had to give in, and he did, the world starting to go black around him…

"Harry,"

Someone was calling for him from very far away. Perhaps he was in a dream, but if he was, then why did his scar still burn so much?

"Harry," the voice said, much more insistently this time. Still, the voice was very far, perhaps if he just ignored it…

"Harry, wake up."

Harry's eyes popped open. Draco's head was looming over him, looking extremely concerned.

"Harry, what happened? Are you okay?"

"Y-Yes, I'm fine." Harry's voice shook a little as he spoke.

He rose slightly, but the pain in his forehead had not gone away still, and it was pounding quite unpleasantly. Nevertheless, he didn't want Draco to worry, so he sat up and leaned against the tent. Draco was watching him closely.

"What did you see?" Draco asked.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, not focused on the conversation but on the splitting pain still building in his forehead.

"Harry, I know your scar hurt. Please tell me what you saw."

"It wasn't really anything," Harry said, forcing his mouth to move. "He was flying and talking about taking over the Ministry and finding me and you."

"Taking over the Ministry?" Draco said quickly.

"Yes," Harry rubbed his temples, trying to elevate some of the pain still building in his head. Needless to say, this didn't help in the slightest. "He was close to taking it over."

"Hmm," Draco was looking at Harry with concern. "If you didn't see much, then why are you in so much pain?"

"I'm not in that much pain," Harry argued, "Plus, he pushed me out. It always hurts much more when he does that. I'm not sure why."

"Oh, come on, Harry." Draco said, his tone complete disbelief. "You look ready to collapse. I know you; you have an extremely high tolerance for pain. I know it must hurt a lot."

Harry didn't have the strength to argue any further. Draco knew him too well anyway. The pain in his scar was growing worse again, burning like a hot iron.

Harry was not sure why it was happening, but he tried to block it. He heard Draco say something else but hadn't heard him.

When Harry glanced up, Draco was gone.

He didn't dwell on this, though, because the pain peaked once again, and, for the second time that night, the world went black around him.

When Harry's eyes fluttered open again, he found himself staring up at a tan mattress rather than a sky strewn with stars. He sat up and found himself sitting on one of the lower bunks.

Draco was doing something over in the kitchen. However, he must have heard Harry stir because he turned.

"Oh good, you're up. How are you?"

"It feels like my head was drilled through from the inside." Harry said.

"I bet." Draco walked over to him, handing him a glass of water.

"Thanks," Harry said gratefully. His throat felt like sandpaper. He took a long drink from it and then put it down on the night table.

"What did you see this time?" Draco asked, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Nothing." Harry said truthfully.

"Come on, Harry, you can tell me."

"No, I really didn't see anything. My head just hurt, and then everything blacked out, and I can't remember anything past that."

"You passed out from the pain, I guess. I brought you inside. Has that ever happened before?"

"No," Harry said, rubbing his forehead. Finally, the pain was receding, but it was still much too slow for Harry's liking.

"Is it getting worse again?" Draco asked, concerned.

"No," Harry said, pushing his hair gently off of his forehead.

Harry's fingers touched his scar, which was burning on his forehead. He inhaled sharply and pulled his finger away.

"What?"

"It hurts when I touch it."

"That's odd." Draco said.

"Yes, it is." Harry agreed.

He raised his hand to his forehead again. He touched his scar again and sharply pulled his hand away. It was the equivalent of an electric shock pulsing through his body.

"Is that new?" Draco asked, watching Harry closely.

"No, it started again the last time it hurt. I wish I knew why." Harry sighed and took another drink of water before sinking back onto his pillows.

"Go to sleep." Draco said. "I'll keep watch outside. Try to get some rest."

"Okay," Harry agreed, thankful Draco had suggested. Draco got up and exited the tent. Harry closed his eyes and fell into a troubled sleep.

In his dream, Voldemort was flying through the countryside. Suddenly, he was on the beach where Harry and Draco were.

Harry's scar burst open as he faced the Dark Lord. Harry drew his wand, but Draco was nowhere to be found. Before he could do anything, a burst of green light missed Harry by an inch.

Suddenly, he heard a woman's voice, which seemed to be coming from everywhere, yet nowhere.

"Not Harry, please not Harry! Kill me instead, take me."

"Stand aside, you silly girl, stand aside." A high, cold voice yelled. "Not Harry, please, not Harry."

"Stand aside."

"No, please, please."

There was a flash of light, and Harry's eyes flew open. It was pitch black in the tent, but Harry could see Draco's wand light coming through a slit in the door.

He brushed away a single tear which had been trailing down his face. He knew, without a doubt, that he had just experienced his mother's last moments.

It was the first time he had ever heard her voice, though he thought it sounded familiar. Much to familiar to, in fact, though he couldn't think of where he had heard her voice before.

But why had he just heard it? Why now, after so many years?

Then Harry realized Voldemort must have been playing with his dreams. What if he was still in Harry's head?

Usually, Harry could feel him, but what if there was some way around it?

Harry cleared his mind with great difficulty and focused on blocking Voldemort. He stayed like that for much longer than he needed to, wanting to ensure Voldemort was completely gone.

When he was at last satisfied, Harry relaxed and sat up. He took another drink from the glass of water still on the night table.

He swung his legs off of the bed and attempted to stand. Unsurprisingly, his legs were very shaky; he was, however, able to stand.

He could also walk, though he was admittedly unsteadier than normal. He walked to the door of the tent and opened it up, deciding he no longer wanted to be alone.

Not after that.

"Harry!" Draco said, jumping up, "You scared me. What's wrong? Why are you up?"

"Dream." Harry said shortly, "I can't fall back asleep. If you want to go to bed, you can. I'll take watch for a while."

"No, I'm not tired." Draco said hurriedly, "I'll stay with you."

Harry nodded but didn't say anything as he and Draco took a seat at the entrance of the tent. He was very grateful for the company.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Draco asked after a moment.

Harry shrugged and then said, "I-I think I heard my mum being killed." Draco's eyes snapped to him.

"What do you mean?" he asked quickly.

"I think I heard her. It was probably Voldemort interfering with my dream."

"Is— Do you think he is gone now?" Draco asked.

"Yes, I think so." Harry said, still rubbing his temples. "My head doesn't hurt as bad anymore."

"Good," Draco said. Both boys fell silent for a while; each lost in their own thoughts.

"Harry," Draco said suddenly, "I think we should make a plan."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"We have to start finding the Horcruxes. We have to end this. In order to do that, we need a plan."

"Okay," Harry agreed.

He got up and retrieved parchment and a quill from his backpack. Then he sat down next to Draco once again. He made a list of all of the Horcruxes.

The diary, the locket, the ring, the cup, the diadem, the snake. All six of them were written down on the paper.

Then, next to the diary, Harry wrote the wordfound. He did the same next to the ring.

"Here," Harry said, handing the list to Draco.

Draco scanned it and then nodded. "Retrieving them won't be the hard part; it will be knowing where to retrieve them from."

"Maybe there are hints to where the other ones are hidden based on where we found the last two." Harry suggested.

Draco's eyes got wide, "That's it!"

"What's it?" Harry asked.

"We know Ginny was given the diary by my father, right?"

"Yes…" Harry said, not sure of his point. Lucius Malfoy had been punished most deeply for that incident.

"But," Draco said, "Father wasn't second in command at the time; Bella was, after both of us, of course."

"And?" Harry asked, not seeing his point. "If Voldemort was going to give a Horcrux to Lucius, who was third in command, then wouldn't it make sense to give one to Bella, too?"

"Draco, you're a genius!" Harry exclaimed. "So Bella has one of the Horcruxes."

Harry handed the quill to Draco, and he started to write on the paper.

"We know she didn't have the diary because my Father gave that away."Draco said as he wrote.

"She also doesn't have the ring because it was in that house. And she doesn't have the snake since Voldemort keeps her on him all the time." Draco nodded as Harry spoke, writing fast.

"So that means she either had the locket, the cup, or the diadem." Draco said, looking at the list.

"Good, now we are getting somewhere." Harry said. "So, where would Bella hide a valuable item her master gave her?"

"Not in her house; she would think that is too risky." Draco said.

"That leaves only one spot then." Harry concluded.

"Where?" Draco asked, looking up at him.

"Gringotts." Harry said simply. "It has to be there. Where else would she keep such a valuable item?"

"Harry, you're right! The Horcrux has to be in her vault!" Draco said excitedly.

"We have to break into Gringotts to get that Horcrux."

"That's supposed to be really hard to do." Draco said worriedly.

"It probably is, but I am sure we can do it." Draco grinned at Harry's confidence.

"I hope so."

"We will." Harry assured him.

"Okay." Draco said, turning back to the paper. "What other locations would he have hid them?"

"Probably not with other Death Eaters." Harry said, "It wouldn't have been smart to trust so many."

"But where else would he have put them?" Draco asked. Harry thought about it for a moment.

"I don't know," he finally said, frustrated.

"Harry," Draco said quietly.

"What?" Harry asked, looking at him.

"I hate to say it, but I think we may need to talk to Dumbledore."

"What, why?" Dumbledore was the last person he wanted to talk to at the moment.

"He has information that could help us to better understand what we are looking for. Plus, we need that fang to destroy the other Horcruxes."

Harry thought about it for a moment. As much as he hated to go back to Dumbledore, Draco had a point. They had to figure out where the other Horcruxes were.

"Okay," Harry finally said reluctantly. "But we are going to Gringotts first. Then we will hopefully have a Horcrux with us to destroy."

"That's fair." Draco agreed.

"So, how are we getting into Gringotts?" Harry asked.

"We will need to come up with a plan, but I really don't feel like doing it right now." Draco said, grinning sheepishly.

"Me neither." Harry laughed.

Both boys leaned back against the tent, watching as the sky slowly began to brighten, welcoming a new day once again.