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Chapter 17:
Harry thought that he was the first to wake when morning came. He extricated himself carefully from Emmeline’s bed, dressed quietly, and tiptoed out into the hall. He made his way to the kitchen, all thoughts on something warm to drink. When he opened the door, Tonks was already inside, filling the kettle. She turned and smiled coyly at him.
“Wotcher, Harry. Give Emmy a little seeing-to? I’m making a cuppa. Care for one as well?” Her voice was loose and relaxed, but there was a sharp, nervous energy behind her eyes.
“I’d love one. Thanks, Tonks.” Harry said kindly. “Today’s the day. Should we give everyone a little bit to sleep in? Might as well be rested.”
“Sleepyheads. Sure, let ‘em snooze. I can do a little fry-up for us, and they can fend for themselves.” Tonks started fishing around in cabinets for a pan. “Hope you like your eggs scrambled, mate.”
She kept up a buzzing patter while she cooked. Her wand poked and prodded the flames, and she scraped at the pan with a sharp metal spatula. The final result wasn’t especially appetizing. The crunchy brown bits mixed with the rubbery yellow bits, and all of it swam in a pool of butter. She dumped it onto a plate with an expression of deep satisfaction, and cackled at Harry’s politely uncertain smile.
“Okay, so I’m not exactly a chef. But it’s food, isn’t it? Eat up, drink your tea. You’ll need your energy today.” Tonks said brightly.
Harry poked at a jiggly slice of ripe tomato and shrugged. He had certainly eaten worse, and at least it was still hot. Just as he was sitting down, the door opened and Hermione stepped through, rubbing her eyes with a balled up fist. She spotted Harry, smiled sleepily at him, and went to sit down next to him. He grabbed her hand and kissed her on the cheek. Tonks excitedly started to prepare another plate of food.
“Good morning, love,” Hermione said blearily. “Why is Tonks making breakfast?”
Harry chuckled and shrugged, “We were the only ones awake. It’s fine. I’m pretty sure it’s edible.”
“I heard that!” Tonks barked.
After some worried prodding of the pile of fried foodstuffs with a fork, Hermione decided that manners required her to finish the meal or die in the attempt. They all ate together in the soft morning glow, and slowly more people started to trickle in to find food. A few Weasleys, Ariana, Emmeline, the steady stream continued until everyone was sitting around the table in various stages of breakfasting.
When Harry had finished, he patiently waited for Hermione, then tapped her on the side and gestured outside. Tonks spotted this, as did Emmeline, and they tagged along. The movement attracted the attention of Ron, and they all started to migrate into the hall. Once they were all standing around, Harry nervously rubbed his wand against his jeans and looked around at them all. Taking a moment to pause at Hermione and Ron.
“This is it. If anybody wants to back out, do it now. I promise, no one will blame you. This is going to be incredibly dangerous, and once we’re there, we won’t be able to leave without endangering someone else. So, show of hands, who thinks this is stupid and doesn’t want to risk your life today?” Harry stuck his own hand in the air. There were a few chuckles, but no one else raised their hand. “Just me. Well, I can’t let you all do this alone, so I guess I’m still in. Does anybody have anything they need to do before we leave?”
Ron cleared his throat, “I wrote a note to leave behind. You know, just in case. It kind of explains everything, just so we don’t… disappear without a trace or anything. That’s okay, isn’t it?”
“That’s a very good idea, Ron. Thank you. Honestly, I should have considered that already. We’re the last ones who know what’s happening. If we disappear, no one else has a chance of stopping You-Know-Who.” Hermione said.
“I’ve filled in Luna and Ariana on as much as I could without putting the mission at risk, but a note is definitely a good idea. Thanks, mate.” Harry added.
“So that’s it? We’re all ready? Things aren’t getting more done with us standing here.” Emmeline spoke up after a few beats of silence.
Harry nodded and did a few jittery stretches in place. “I think this is it. Let’s go.”
There were a few heavy nods, and they all filed out the front door quietly, trying not to attract any attention from the kitchen. On the front stoop, Emmeline trotted ahead and threw out her wand hand. They boarded the Knight Bus for Diagon Alley, and barely ten minutes later, were stepping out again. Tonks nodded a quick hello to Tom the barman on their way through the Leaky Cauldron, and once they were in the space behind the tavern, they paired off to apparate away. Ron with Tonks, Hermione with Emmeline, and Harry alone.
With a few loud cracks, they appeared on the road out of Little Hangleton, only a few hundred meters above where the gap in the hedgerows had been. Tonks and Emmeline set about checking for unwelcome eyes, and Harry got his bearings to make sure he could spot the place where they had to go through the hidden entrance. The morning air was still and warm. Even the birds were only letting out occasional trills. The insects were settling away from the heat for the day, and there was a slight pressure to things as if a storm were building just past the horizon.
Harry couldn’t bear the tension of standing still. He hurried forward, found the gap in the hedges, and pausing just long enough to make sure everyone was still behind him, pushed his way through. The path behind was overgrown, and gnarled roots reached up from the earth, waiting to trip the unwary. The sunlight was muted and tinged green through the heavy brush. He cast a light before him, but angled it low, so that no one could see it from a distance.
After only a few dozen steps, the old shack was already starting to shift into view past the grasping limbs and sturdy old trees. Harry recognized it from the memory, but more than that, it seemed almost completely unchanged from the last time he had seen it. Like a ship in a bottle, it was perfectly preserved in a state of total disrepair. As wild as the growth around it had become, each cladding board, each hanging shutter was exactly as dilapidated as it had been fifty years ago.
Harry slowed to an uneven walk. A step, a look around, another step. Tonks hurried up behind him, then paused. Her eyes locked on Harry’s back and she drew her wand. Carefully, she followed exactly where he stepped. Neither of them saw any sign of magical danger or ensnarement, but nevertheless, they took no chances. When Hermione and Emmeline reached them, they slowed as well and tried to take in their surroundings.
Harry turned and took them in. “Ron?”
Emmeline gestured back down the path. “Back towards the opening. He’s going to keep a lookout and send up sparks if anyone starts approaching.”
Tonks nodded and followed the line of the path back. “I’ll keep my eyes open.”
Harry reached the front door. It hung from a single hinge and scraped the wood floors as he pushed it open. On the inside, the open living room was subtly wrong. He struggled to remember how it had looked before. The details seemed to match, the view into the kitchen, the decrepit chair where Morfin Gaunt had returned to rot into obscurity. Still, something bothered him. It felt different in a way he couldn’t describe.
“There’s something here. Some sort of magical concealment. I don’t know where it is, but I can feel it. This room is… I don’t know, wrong somehow.” He said, just loud enough that they could hear him.
Tonks stepped up behind him, placed a hand on his back to gently alert him to her presence, and then slipped past him to venture further into the room. She worked her way around the outside boundary of the room, pausing and evaluating every wall. Then, she looked at her feet. She counted things off on her fingers, took a step, then counted again. She went back and forth a few times across the room this way. Only a few moments later, she pumped her fist in the air.
“Got it! The room is the wrong size!” She shouted triumphantly.
“Wrong size? What do you mean?” Hermione asked.
“Over here,” Tonks gestured at a section of the room where there was no furniture. “If you take a step, you keep moving forward, but your distance to the opposite wall doesn’t change. There’s some sort of spell concealing the space.”
Emmeline hurried forward and checked the theory herself. “You’re right! It’s an illusory wall. We just have to make it reveal itself.” It took a few attempts, but she discovered a spell that didn’t just disappear into the empty space. It splashed across the surface of the air, and as the magic rippled out, a wall of plain, grey stone was left behind. On it, there was a carved mouth about halfway up. The lips were painted an almost necrotic grey-green. “It wants some sort of key. Do you have any idea what that would be, Harry?”
A chill ran down his back. “No. The boundary at the cave was blocked by a spell that wanted an offering of blood. I don’t know anything about a key. Maybe this one wants blood as well?”
“Hmm, possibly.” Emmeline said thoughtfully. “I suspect that he wouldn’t use the same spell twice, though. An offering is in line with his character, though. What else do we have to offer, apart from blood?”
“It’s a mouth,” Tonks started. “I can offer it my—”
“Quite enough of that, Nymphadora.” Emmeline cut in sharply.
“What does You-Know-Who value?” Hermione asked. “The offering has to be something that he would find important.”
“He values life.” Harry said firmly. “Life, strength, and magic. I don’t think anything else matters to him.”
“If we view blood as a proxy for life, our other options are strength and magic.” Emmeline pointed her wand at the mouth and cried out, “Reducto!” Nothing happened. The wall simply ignored the curse.
“Strength, then!” Tonks announced. “Every athlete knows strength comes from breath.” Bending slightly, she leaned forward and blew into the mouth.
“Tonks, careful!” Harry rushed forward too late. The mouth had come forward and latched onto her lips. There was a quiet, whistling hum as it pulled the breath from her lungs. She gradually grew pale and wan. Her knees gave out, but her face stayed attached to the wall. She hung like a limp flower while Harry grabbed her around the waist and tried in vain to pull her away. Fully a minute later, when it seemed as if she was going to lose consciousness, it released her.
Tonks collapsed, and Harry barely was able to keep her off the floor. Only the whites of her eyes were visible beneath drooping lids, and her arms and legs were limp. Harry gave her a shake, but she just swayed like a child’s doll. He lowered her gently to the ground and pressed his ear to her mouth.
“She’s breathing! Just barely, but she’s breathing.” He opened his mouth and inhaled deeply, then clamped his lips around hers and blew steadily. Her exhale came slow and ragged. He did this again, and then a third time until there was a visible rise and fall to her chest as her breathing slowly came back to normal. Just a touch of pink returned to her cheeks and her eyes fluttered.
Hermione sagged in relief and Emmeline ran over to help her sit up straight. “Nymphadora, you fool. You could have died!”
Tonks smiled very weakly and tried to flap her hand dismissively. “Harry said… You-Know…Who… wouldn’t… try to kill… us immediately. I trust… Harry…”
Emmeline and Harry took her under the arms and helped her to her feet. Harry stroked her head and held her chin in his hand. “Are you okay? I don’t want to leave you alone when you’re like this.”
Tonks wavered a bit, but kept her feet under her own steam. “Nonsense. All I have… to do is… keep watch. Don’t need to… be at full… strength for that.” She shook her head and steadied herself by grabbing a patch of wall.
Harry took a moment with Tonks, assuring himself that she really wasn’t about to fall back onto her head. Emmeline, however, was satisfied that there wasn’t imminent danger and was examining the seam that had now opened in the stone wall. She hooked her fingers between two stones and started to pull the wall open. Hermione stood off to one side, uncertainly switching her gaze between the two older women.
“Hermione, I could use your help.” Emmeline said, a bit reproachfully.
“Oh! Um, right, sorry.” Hermione shook her head and hurried over.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Harry asked Tonks. “Leaving you here feels really unsafe in your condition.”
“I’m fine, Harry,” Tonks wheezed. “I got the first obstacle out of the way for you. The rest is up to you all.”
Harry hugged her and nodded. He wandered back over to find Emmeline waving her wand at different parts of the new space that had opened up while Hermione was staring intently at the floor. “What do we think? Any clues?”
Hermione shushed him. “Quiet. I’m thinking.”
Emmeline looked up at her, studying her expression, then down at the floor where she was looking. “You’re onto something, aren’t you?”
Hermione flapped her hands at both of them. Her eyes were glued to the ground, and she was counting with her fingers. Then, suddenly, she clapped her hands together and smiled with excited determination. “I’ve got it!”
“Well?” Harry asked impatiently.
“It’s primes! Look at the floorboards. The ones that stick out into the center path are all primes!” She jumped up and down excitedly. Harry just stared at her in bewilderment until she sighed in exasperation. “Prime numbers, Harry. Look, follow this row. They’re in a sequence. The second board, the fifth, the seventh… See?”
Harry did not see. However, it was clear that there was something there to see, so he let her continue. Starting at the far wall, she bent double and tapped a floorboard. Then she backed up a few paces and tapped another one in line with the first. Then again, and again, until she was standing directly next to Harry. She tapped one final floorboard, and there was an almighty creak. The floor heaved and split, and boards started to slide away like pieces of a Rubik’s cube.
In the center, boards slid together one after another and began to drift lower. Then lower still. Then the furthest boards were several feet down, and Harry could see under the floor into the cellar. Except, no, this didn’t look like a cellar. It was just darkness, extending away out of sight. The walls weren’t smooth foundation or crumbling earth, but rough hewn stone as might be found down a mineshaft. With a series of clicks, the boards settled into place, and formed a neat staircase leading down into the darkness.
Hermione’s smile faded slightly, but Harry took her hand, and together they descended the new stairs. Emmeline, only a few steps behind, had her wand drawn and ready. Into the darkness they went, until they couldn’t see their hands in front of their faces. Harry cast a magical light and stepped slightly in front, so that he could cover Hermione if he needed. They worked their way deeper into the gloom for several minutes before the ground leveled off, and the passageway slowly opened into a larger cavern.
At the far end of the cavern, there was a very familiar motif set in the wall. A memory of two stone snakes, entwined on a solid wall with glinting emerald eyes flashed across his mind. Of course, Voldemort would assume that no one living would have seen the entrance to the Chamber, and so letting it inspire his doorway here would only reinforce his superiority in his mind. Except, this time, there was only a single serpent. In a perfect circle, it wrapped around, with its tail deep in its mouth. The eye was a glittering ruby.
Harry stepped forward. This puzzle, at least, had a known solution. “Open.” He hissed.
The ruby eye sparkled maliciously and the snake began to consume itself. It enveloped more and more of its scaly length, and as it swallowed, the circle shrank. It pulled away from the stone surrounding it, and soon the circle was only a few feet across. It ceased its shrinking and rolled away to the side, leaving a clear opening for them to continue onward. Without hesitation, Harry moved on. Emmeline cleared her throat like she wanted to ask him about what just happened, but he didn’t wait.
Beyond, there was another chamber. At the far end, an array of eternal torches lit the black wall like tidy stars. When Harry swept his light forward, he saw three paths. At the end of each path was a pedestal, and on each pedestal sat a ring. The paths were far enough apart that you could not step from one to the other, and they winded back and forth terribly. On each side, they dropped off into a black abyss. As treacherous as the paths looked, Harry was reasonably confident that he could cross them safely with the available light. However, he was absolutely certain that choosing the wrong path would plummet him into the bottomless depths and he would not be able to save himself with magic.
“Which ring is it, Harry?” Emmeline asked softly. Her voice was unusually crisp in the darkness.
He stepped forward as far as he could get, and examined the rings on their pedestals. Right away, he could exclude the far left ring. It was too stylish, too gaudy. The black center stone was ringed in diamonds and emeralds, and the gold band was inlaid with leaves of silver and seed pearls. It was a treasure hunter’s dream, and therefore certainly a trap. The center ring could be correct. It was a thick band of gold, rather ugly, with the stone in the middle held in place by fat prongs. He wasn’t totally sure, but it looked about right. The right-hand ring was thin and elegant. Two serpents crossed back over each other and came to hold the stone between their mouths. It was precisely the sort of thing that someone would expect Voldemort to wear. Which, in Harry’s mind, was all the confirmation he needed.
“It’s the one in the center. It looks how I remember, and the other two are wrong. The left is too obvious, and the right is too perfect. It has to be the center ring. Harry said, and started to step forward.
“Wait!” Hermione cried out and pulled him back. She looked back at Emmeline. “Doesn’t this seem too easy?”
Emmeline nodded sharply and stepped forward, putting her hand against Harry’s chest and pushing him back. “Hermione is right. We have to account for Voldemort’s cunning. No one who reaches this chamber would be a fool. The left-most ring is an obvious trap. The humble ring is by far the more tempting for a clever witch or wizard.”
“So, it really is the right one?” Harry asked, confused.
“On the contrary. It is the left ring.” Emmeline replied smoothly.
“But it can’t be the right ring.” Harry said, mouth agape. “It doesn’t look anything like it, and you just said it’s an obvious trap.”
“Precisely.” Emmeline nodded. “Because it is an obvious trap, it is the only choice. It is the ring no sensible intruder would choose, and only a very sensible intruder could have made it this far.” She stepped forward, onto the first stone of the path to the left, and it did not collapse. Did not hurl her into the abyss. She smiled in vindication.
“You-Know-Who is more than capable of a simple illusion, Harry.” Hermione condescendingly explained. “The appearance of the ring is not intended to be a helpful guide, the appearance is the trap.”
Harry was disgruntled, but didn’t argue. They were clearly right, but he didn’t see why they had to rub it in. Emmeline took another step, then another. She was very near the middle of the path, and quickly approaching a place where she would be unable to jump to safety if anything happened. The stones were less than a foot wide, and they twisted treacherously in a serpentine route. Emmeline took one more step.
She froze, Hermione let out a startled “Eep!”, and Harry felt like he shifted a few feet. Under her breath, Emmeline said, “How did I…?”
She started to take another step forward, when Hermione shouted, “Don’t move!” Emmeline obediently pulled her foot instantly back and regained her footing.
“I just got transported back to the start of the path, so I was going to try one more time.” Emmeline said, but there was an unspoken question in her statement.
“You weren’t transported!” Harry said. “I’m looking right at you.” He turned his head, but his vision didn’t move. His eyes stayed locked on Emmeline’s back. In panicked confusion, he tried to look away. Tried to look up, to look down, to look at Hermione.
“What’s happening?” Emmeline asked in a terrified whisper. “My eyes are going everywhere, but I’m not moving.”
“Everyone be still! Stop moving and stop talking.” Hermione barked. There was a heartbeat of silence as everyone took a breath and froze in place. “Now, Harry, raise your hand in front of your face.”
Harry did so, but his hand didn’t raise. He couldn’t see anything in front of him except Emmeline. “It didn’t work. I can’t see it. Am I invisible?”
Emmeline breathed a heavy sigh. “I see it. I understand. Thank you, Hermione. I believe you have saved my life.” Harry huffed in annoyance, but she ignored him. “Now, I will raise my hand. Who sees it, please?”
“I do.” Hermione said in confirmation. “I knew that I would, however. Your eyes are the only ones that would have made sense.”
“Will someone please tell me WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?” Harry roared.
“Be calm, Harry. Hermione, please raise your hand, so that Harry can understand.” Emmeline said coolly.
Suddenly, a small, pale hand rose into Harry’s vision, and he finally understood. “We’re seeing out of each other’s eyes?”
“That’s right,” Hermione confirmed, then lowered her hand. “The final trap. All it would take is one small misstep, and the person on the path would fall to their death. I presume something quite nasty would rise out of the depths as well to take care of the other person. Or, possibly, sharing sight with someone who died would render you blind, or insane. Whatever the case, I do not intend to find out.”
“Hermione, I am going to raise my foot and put it forward. Please correct me as I move, if you please.” Emmeline announced. Harry saw one foot go up, and stick out like she was doing the Hokey Cokey.
“Look down a little more please. Perfect. Now, move your foot just a bit to the right. Exactly. Now, down gently. Got it!” Hermione guided her.
With time, and a little patience, Emmeline reached the other side of the path, and everyone breathed an enormous sigh of relief. “Merlin only knows what the spell would do if no one was in the chamber with you. Possibly go find the nearest person around. Imagine thinking that suddenly you were back in Little Hangleton. You would fall to your death as soon as you moved.” She said, mostly to herself.
The instant her foot left the final stone, Harry’s sight no longer inhabited Hermione’s head. It felt like a breaking fever. Although it wasn’t exactly pleasant, the return to normalcy was deeply comforting. Emmeline stepped confidently forward and reached out to take the ring. “STOP!” The sound tore out of him in a rasping shout.
Emmeline snatched her hand back and clutched it to her chest. “What is it?”
“The ring is cursed, remember? It would kill you as soon as you touched it!” Harry scolded.
Emmeline swore at herself under her breath. “Foolish. Too excited to finally have it.”
“Don’t be too hard on yourself. Dumbledore did exactly the same thing.” Harry said consolingly. “He trapped the curse in his hand, but it nearly killed him anyway. Just wrap it up in something and we’ll figure it out in the sunlight, away from this awful place.”
Emmeline nodded and tore a piece from her robe a few inches long. Gingerly, she picked the ring up and wrapped it several times. Then, considering it for a moment, she tapped it with her wand to seal the fabric all around so that it would have to be torn or cut out. “No sense in risking it falling open in my pocket.” Then she tucked it away and carefully stepped back onto the path. Apparently the curse didn’t pick up going the other direction, and so she was able to make it back to them without issue.
As soon as she stepped off the path, Harry gathered her up in a bone-crushing hug. “We almost lost you twice. Next time I’m taking the risk, not you.”
She smiled, but said nothing. Harry took her and Hermione by the hand and they ascended out of the dark depths. When they reached the top and stepped out into the Living Room, Tonks turned from the door and ran inside to meet them. “That was quick! Just couldn’t get it done without me, huh?”
Hermione giggled, and Emmeline pulled the small bundle out of her pocket. “It’s done. We’ve got it.” Tonks wooped with glee and threw out her wand hand. There was a silvery streak as she sent a message to Ron to join them.
He was up the path and tearing towards them in seconds. His look of fear and determination cracked into excitement when he saw them all together. He put on an extra surge of speed, and then he was jogging up onto the porch and through the front door. “Did we get it? Is it destroyed?”
“We have it, but we haven’t destroyed it yet,” Harry explained. “It was too dangerous to try anything down there, so we brought it up where we could all examine it together. Emmeline, if you would, please?”
She stepped into the center of the living room and laid the bundle on the floor. With a flick, she cut the fabric away, and it fell open like a flower coming into bloom. Away from the pedestal, the illusion was gone. It was the exact dull, ugly gold lump that Harry remembered. The black stone had no luster or artistry, it was just a pebble with some sort of symbol scratched on the surface.
“So how do we destroy it?” Emmeline asked bluntly.
Hermione chewed on her thumbnail. “It was really dangerous last time. Even with all of us fighting it, we nearly lost control. I don’t know if that would be a good idea this time. Can I get a closer look?” Without waiting for a response, she leaned in close and used her wand to poke and flip it, trying to get a better view. “What is this mark on the top? Is this some sort of dark rune?”
Tonks and Ron closed the distance. Ron just shrugged when he looked at it, but Tonks scrunched up her face and appeared to be searching her memory. “It’s something familiar. I know it from somewhere.”
Emmeline came around and tried to see better without getting too close. “Oh yes. I see what you mean. I’m quite sure I’ve seen it somewhere before. In a book perhaps. If it’s a rune, it’s not one in the common syllabaries. It isn’t chthonic or ouranic, not tanzih, and I don’t believe it to be tong ling.”
Tonks rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t know any of that. It’s something simple. It’s… Oh! It’s from those silly children’s stories. Beedle!”
Ron perked up, “Beedle the Bard? I know those stories. What does that symbol have to do with them?”
“That symbol is from the Tale of the Three Brothers. The old one. It’s supposed to be some sort of emblem representing the brothers together. I don’t remember all the details.” Tonks explained.
“Why is a kids’ storybook symbol on a horcrux?” Harry asked, then immediately silently cursed himself for using the word. He hoped that Emmeline was unfamiliar with the term.
“Perhaps we should wait.” Hermione said cautiously. “Harry, didn’t you say that Dumbledore kept the ring, even after he broke the curse on it?”
“He did, yeah.” Harry said thoughtfully. “You’re right. Maybe there’s more to this than we’re seeing. After all, the pendant got completely destroyed when we removed Voldemort’s spells last time. Surely it would have been easier for Dumbledore to just destroy it and be completely rid of it.”
Emmeline looked around inquisitively. “So, we’re not destroying it, then? We’re just going to hold onto an item with a horrific curse and pray that Voldemort doesn’t come looking for it?”
“Sounds like it.” Ron said cheerfully, and patted her on the back. “Welcome to the team.”
Emmeline grumpily bundled the ring back up and sealed it in its fabric package. She stuffed it in her pocket and looked around. “So, are we done here, then? Not exactly the most comfortable place to relax.”
“We’re done.” Harry said. “Let’s leave before someone notices that we’re here. We got what we came for, and the rest we can take care of later.”
He took Hermione’s hand, Ron laughed raucously at Emmeline’s expression of anticlimax and they all set out. In a few minutes, they were back at the top of the road, and then moments later, they had apparated away and arrived back at the Leaky Cauldron. On the bus ride home, Hermione and Harry digested what they had found, and tried to figure out what they could do next to safely break the Horcrux curse without destroying the object inside. It seemed impossible. Perhaps it was impossible. Yet Dumbledore had done it.
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