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CH19 AN: Book_addict_89, glad you decided rather Dobby than Kreacher. I too have a soft spot for Kreacher. Mainly because, all my post DH stories involve him, in some way, looking after Harry.
Thunderbird – I had such fun dropping in the goat references, so I'm chuffed you liked them. I know the destruction of the horcrux was anti-climactic, but so much had happened that I wasn't fussed about it going. And yes, Hermione was a total badass. As for the safety of the pup … what is written is written, and I won't alter it, even for you...
Percyplusoliver – Thanks. I spent a lot of time going back and forth between the Wikia for DH and this, so that everything that needs to happen does so, even if, as you said, it 'just sliiiiiiightly deviates' from how it happened in canon.
Can't believe we're at chapter 19 already. What the hell happened?! SP
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Chapter 19 - Come Get A Piece Of It Before It's Too Late
Harry and Severus shared a hasty but still passionate kiss when the room briefly emptied and then the Gryffindor was following the blonde girl along the quiet corridors to the Ravenclaw tower. Ron and Hermione had reluctantly agreed to stay in the Room of Requirement and await Harry's return.
Severus went ahead and made sure any potentially difficult members of staff were well out of the way. He finally gave Harry a look that told the youth to be careful, to look after the child, and that Snape desired him, and then walked away, black robes swishing in that menacing way he had. It made Harry suppress a grin as he recalled a conversation where Severus had admitted casting a slight billowing spell under his robes to make them swirl like that.
Now though, there were more important things than creating effects to scare kids shitless.
Luna got them into the tower and up to the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw. He was under the cloak and peered closer at the plinth to read any details. The figure was wearing a tiara in the shape of a raven (presumably), in its chest looked to be a large stone. Harry assumed, given the house colours, that the stone was blue and the metal itself was bronze, but as the statue was stone, he had no way of knowing.
He was moving behind the object, letting the cloak slip as he checked all over for any hidden details, when a malicious laugh began.
A pale witch with vivid Weasley-esque hair stepped forward, wand raised and pointing directly at the two youngsters. Pale blue eyes like chips of dirty steel glared at them. “Potter!” she breathed, “And Loony! Well, the Dark Lord will be most pleased to see you, young man.” Using her left hand, she pushed back the sleeve of her robe and pressed her wand briefly to the black tattoo on her skin.
Panicked, Harry shouted “Expelliarmus!” in that tiny space of time when her attention had been focused on the mark writhing on her skin.
“Argh!” she shrieked, her wand flying from her grip and landing in Harry's outstretched hand. Even disarmed she refused to give in and launched herself at the two youngsters, hands outstretched, a snarl making her unpleasant face even more repulsive.
Luna dodged and aimed a spell at the woman's back that sent her smacking into the stone figure. She recoiled and turned, dazed, towards Harry. But he was no longer there and another spell hit her squarely in the back and sent her flying halfway across the circular room.
In less time than it takes to write, she was bound and gagged, pale eyes filled with anger and hatred staring up at him. “He's coming, Potter,” she taunted, “you can't stop that now. Nothing can. He's coming and he'll kill you.”
“He can try,” Harry responded, voice cold, “he's not exactly been very successful in the past, has he?”
Luna pulled the angry man away from the Death Eater. “Has the statue helped?” she asked and looked disappointed when he shook his head.
“It doesn't tell me where it is, and that's what I need Luna.”
“No-one in living memory has any idea where it is. And of course there are no clues on the statue. If there had been, do you really think we Ravenclaws wouldn't have already worked them out and found the diadem?”
“Ha!” Alecto huffed out, having worked the gag free. “The Dark Lord was right! He said you would come searching the diadem, and he was right! You see, don't you, Potter, that you can't win?”
But Harry smiled. If Voldemort had worried about Harry looking for the diadem, that could only mean one thing – the last horcrux really was the tiara. And it had to still exist somewhere.
“Okay,” he turned to the blond girl, “someone must know. Someone who was around fifty years ago, back when Riddle attended the school.”
“You dare say his filthy Muggle born father's name?!”
“Give it a rest,” Luna said at the other witch. She thought before speaking, “Well, Professor Flitwick wasn't here then, but I guess some of the other teachers might have been. But I suppose it's Ravenclaws that matter...” she bit her lower lip, eyebrows lowered as she considered.
We really need someone who has been around for years and years, Harry thought, someone who has seen plenty. But who here fits the bill? It was as he was looking up at the statue's face that he suddenly realised it seemed familiar. “Luna, does this face remind you of anyone?” he asked.
Luna stared closely at the chiselled features. “It sort of looks like the Grey Lady, our ghost,” she admitted, sounding awe-struck, “But she can't be Rowena Ravenclaw herself, can she?”
Feeling certainty solidify in his chest, Harry realised that a ghost was exactly what he needed. And no doubt, Voldemort had spoken to the Grey Lady all those years ago to find out where the diadem was hidden. All he had to do now was find the ghost and somehow convince her to tell him what no doubt thousands of Ravenclaws had asked over the years. Voldemort had convinced her, so maybe Harry stood a chance too.
“Right, Luna,” he shot a glance at Alecto, “Keep an eye on that bitch, but don't do anything dangerous, okay?”
He saw the blond hair bob and headed out. It wasn't as though he had any real idea of where the Ravenclaw ghost was likely to be, however, with his invisibility cloak he would be safe to roam whilst he searched. Outside the door he turned the corner and nearly ran straight into another unfamiliar person. He guessed, rightly, that the dark haired, dark eyed wizard was Alecto's brother, Amycus. Taking a swift side step, he dodged the man and kept on going. Down stairs, along corridors, back up other stairs, through secret passageways until finally, at long last, he saw a drifting pearly grey figure and knew he had caught up with the ghost.
“Grey Lady,” he called, still under the cloak.
She turned, drifting up and down slightly, and looked along the corridor. It seemed empty to her and she frowned. Her eyes widened significantly when the cloak was pulled off and Harry Potter stood before her. “The Boy Who Lived,” she breathed.
“Are you,” he paused, “Rowena Ravenclaw?”
“No. I never had my mother's power or ability.”
“She was your mother? What was your name?” Harry felt urgency churning in him, but knew he needed to take the necessary time needed to entice the Grey Lady to share her secrets.
“Helena Ravenclaw, that was who I used to be.”
“And you're now Ravenclaw's ghost? What happened?” The corridor they were in was deserted and lit dimly by shards of moonlight. It made the ghost silver, and made the wolf inside Harry twitch. He moved into the shadows; despite longing to bask in the moon it was really safest if the Chosen One wasn't making himself a prime target for any passing lunatic.
Helena looked sad as she answered. “What happens to us all? I made a terrible mistake and had to live with its consequences.”
“B-but death and being a ghost?” Harry couldn't understand. How on earth could any mistake lead to such awful consequences? Inspiration hit him. “And does it have something to do with your mother's diadem?”
The ghost drew in a sharp – well, breath for want of a better word – and stared fearfully at him. “How did you learn that?”
“I guessed,” Harry admitted. “Please, Miss Ravenclaw, it's really crucial I find it.”
“So many have asked over the years; I have kept that secret.”
Harry shook his head. “You must have told someone.” He made his voice slightly wheedling. “One boy. A Slytherin, but he would have seemed nice and plausible and honest.” He saw the look on her face and knew he was right. “You wouldn't have been the first to have been fooled by him. Please, tell me where the diadem is.” He licked his lips as he considered what to say next. “I'm not interested in it for glory or knowledge or whatever it is that makes most people search for it. I need it to stop that monster who's ruining all our lives.” Looking into silver eyes he saw her waver. “He did something awful by lying to you. I want to help.”
But she shook her head. “I told him and he performed dark magic; the darkest.” Silvery tears trickled down her cheeks. “He found it in Albania, where I had taken it, and he turned it into a foul thing. He violated it and then he hid it here at the school. Even now I can feel the evil pulsing from it; my poor mother's prized diadem, turned into an evil object.”
Excitement made Harry almost bounce on his feet. “You can feel it? Where? Where is it, Helena, please!”
“The seventh floor,” she admitted, “I know only that. I keep away from the seventh floor as I hate the feeling of that thing.” With worry on her face she scrutinised him, “You seek to destroy the evil within it, do you not?”
“Yes,” he replied simply.
“Good.”
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With the cloak once again over him, Harry hurled himself up to the seventh floor. As he ran he thought about the diadem and what had been done to it. He felt guilty that the only way to get rid of the evil inside it was to destroy the tiara itself, but he had felt that telling the Grey Lady that would not have pleased her. But what choice did he have? What choice would she have had but to have allowed it; if she truly wanted the dark magic gone from the diadem it had to be destroyed.
As he hurried, he felt he understood, finally, what Riddle was like. He'd once said he knew more of Hogwarts' secrets than anyone else. So, what better place to hide the diadem than in the one room only he had ever discovered (or so he had thought). The same room Harry had once found. The same room Neville had used to hide his fellow class mates. The Room of Requirement.
But which version of the room? It had to be a room that contained the tiara, but would also have to be a version of the room that Tom would have found during his wanders. Considering Riddle and what he had been like, Harry thought maybe the other wizard had one day needed to hide an item. He would never have hidden himself as he felt secure in his own magical strength, but an item? Yes, maybe Tom had had to hide things in his time. And at the end of last year, everyone had heard about Draco using the 'Room of Hidden Things', even if its exact location hadn't been revealed to the general populace.
He had reached the entrance to the Room of Requirement and was just about to try focusing on what he needed to let him get in and get Ron and Hermione when a voice boomed out. It was Voldemort and it rang in Harry's head, making him moan and slip to his knees.
“Harry Potter. He is among you. I have no interest in spilling magical blood. I wish to look after you all properly. Give me Harry Potter and I shall not harm you. Give me Harry Potter and you will be protected. Give me Harry Potter and you will be rewarded.” There was throbbing silence and then the voice finished, “You have until midnight.”
In the echoing silence Harry heard the door to the Room open and Ron's face peer out. A hungry expression was on his face. It was an expression Harry had seen before – it was just the way Quirrell had looked when staring into the Mirror of Erised. Naked greed, avarice and gluttony covered the freckled features, turning the red-head into a frightening evil version of himself.
Harry was very very glad he was hidden under the cloak in that moment.
Then he heard a voice. “Is he back?” Hermione.
The invisible wizard swallowed, glad that the witch had never once wavered in her friendship.
“I'm here,” he admitted, tugging the cloak off. He looked up into their startled expressions, and the guilty one on Ron's face and knew he had been right – Ron had considered handing Harry over to Voldemort. “Sorry, I kind of slipped when You-Know-Who started talking.”
“You are all right, though?” Hermione asked, pulling him up and dragging him into the room.
“Sure,” he replied, although he felt anything but all right. How could he be when his supposed friend had contemplated turning him in, his child was in desperate danger because of the Dark Lord's obsession with the man carrying it, and he still had to get the last horcrux and destroy it?
He told them what he had heard and they agreed at once to leave the Room of Requirement so that he could try and find where the diadem had been hidden. Once he had changed the room the other two joined him inside again and began searching for a blue and bronze bird-shaped tiara.
“What's the time?” he asked after they had been looking about for a while.
Hermione glanced at her wrist watch and made a face. “Oh, er, it's stopped,” she lied.
Harry just gave her a look and she admitted quietly, “It's just gone midnight.”
“Right, we get this horcrux, destroy it, then I can take down Moldy Wort.”
Looking terrified, the witch nodded and went back to digging through the piles of items. There was a certain stiffness to the set of her shoulders that told the two men she was upset and hiding it.
Harry felt frustrated. It wasn't as if he wanted to have to face down the darkest wizard of all time! He'd have been perfectly happy finishing his school career, settling down with Severus and raising their pups without having to deal with a mental evil wizard at any point. But all of that was moot – he did have to face Voldemort, and unless he found the damned diadem, it wouldn't matter what he wanted for his future.
Opening a cupboard and seeing something dead and with too many legs on it, he slammed the doors back in place. The action dislodged a few items that had been sitting on top of the furniture, all of which came piling down on Harry. He growled as he picked a broken quill out of his arm where it had jabbed him with unerring accuracy; and nearly barked with annoyance when his foot landed on something sharp.
He stopped. It was metal. Metal with a large blue stone in the centre. Under the shadow of his foot it was difficult to tell what colour the metal was, but it seemed a blotchy brown colour.
Scooping it up he took in the details: the raven with wide spread wings, the gleaming blue gem in its chest, the delicate metalwork. He had found it! The diadem, the final horcrux – it was in his hands!
He whooped and knew the other two would come running.
Footsteps sounded, and they made him tense. The wolf was howling something at him but he couldn't tell what. It was as he turned and faced three wizards that he understood: the wolf had been trying to alert him to the fact that there had been too many feet heard, too heavy, with different gaits to those of Ron and Hermione.
“Well, well, well,” Draco Malfoy drawled, his wand aimed at Harry. “The Boy Who Lived. What a pleasant surprise.”
Crabbe and Goyle flanked him and were gazing stupidly around, but their wands were pointing in Harry's direction too.
Wondering where the hell his two friends were, the Gryffindor looked calmly at Draco. “You seem a bit braver than the last time we met,” he said, “you were shaking in your boots then. Bit afraid of mad Aunt Bellatrix, are you?”
“Shut it!” Malfoy snarled, but his pale eyes had flashed with some emotion. “The Dark Lord told us to protect this room; with our lives if necessary. But that doesn't seem needed now. Not now you're here. He does seem to know exactly what you're going to do, Potter, doesn't he? Do you honestly think you can win?”
Crabbe and Goyle grinned at the taunting, but Harry heard the undercurrent of desperation, the longing Draco had to be free of the monster who lived in his home. His wand had dipped slightly and the other two were enjoying the joke of Harry thinking he could defeat the Dark Lord. It was a poor joke, but they were not rich in intellect.
“Expelliarmus!” Harry roared, and snatched Draco's wand out of the air ignoring the clatter of something at his feet. He spun on his heel and twisted behind the cabinet as two spells shot at him. A flash of green light and a jet of flaming red.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Malfoy screamed. “Which of you sent the killing curse after him?! Do you know what the Dark Lord would say if you'd killed him?!”
“Shut it, Malfoy!” Crabbe sneered. “We've learnt things you can't imagine!”
About to argue, Draco heard Hermione's scream and saw both she and Ron Weasley heading towards him. They raced past without stopping. Behind them was a monstrous fire in the shape of a fierce dragon. It curled and twisted as it consumed the items in the room, growing larger and stronger as more and more objects sizzled and turned to ash.
“Fiendfyre?!” Draco gasped. “You fucking prat!” He turned and pelted away, closely followed by Goyle, Harry, Hermione and Ron.
Only Crabbe stood still for a moment, sneering at their fear. But then he saw the roaring beast bearing down on him, evil intent in its glowing red eye, and he too spun about and hurled himself away from the dangerous curse.
“Where's the door?!” screamed Harry, glancing back over his shoulder and seeing Crabbe shouting mindlessly behind them.
Hermione coughed and nearly stumbled. Goyle shoved into her as he ran, but Draco snagged an arm around her and kept her upright. Even going so far as to pull her a little to keep her moving in the right direction. Ron reached for her, but missed in the dust and smoke. Instead he took a mis-step and crashed into a wall of broken chairs and tables which held their form for a long moment before tumbling down, smashing and splintering before being consumed.
Goyle had managed to push the door open and had escaped. Behind him Draco and Hermione came out at the same time, then Harry, and finally Ron. Slumped against the opposite wall in the corridor, the five stared at the doorway, willing a sixth person to come through it.
A roar from the Fiendfyre filled their heads. Bright red, orange and yellow filled the doorway, and then darkness. The door had snapped closed, locking in the cursed fire and its creator.
Harry's fingers checked his bump frantically before he even considered what he had gone into the room to do. The child was a little uncomfortable, but not hurt. Relieved he paid attention to his hands. He held two wands, but no diadem. Harry's face fell. “The diadem!” he moaned, “I dropped it!”
Hermione was rubbing her sore arm where Malfoy had gripped it tightly enough to bruise. He was leaning rather awkwardly near her, checking his left leg which had a shiny burn all down it. The material of his trouser had sizzled away to the knee leaving his pale limb exposed to the cool Hogwarts' air.
Ron was on his knees, face on the ground, coughing painfully as his dry lungs tried to expel the ash they had breathed in. Every so often Goyle would thump the red-head's back, in between great hacking coughs of his own.
Getting onto shaky legs, Hermione tottered over to him. “I did some reading,” she said, her voice a painful croak. “Fiendfyre can destroy horcruxes. If you dropped it in there,” she glanced around and saw no sign of the jewellery on the corridor, “then it's gone.”
“It's … gone?” Harry felt numb. There was nothing left now to stop Voldemort being defeated. He realised, to his horror, that he was crying.
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CH20 Preview: “How are you all here?”
“We're always here,” Sirius answered. “What? You didn't think I'd let a little thing like death keep me from protecting my Godson did you?!”
Harry smiled. “I miss you, Sirius.”
“I noticed,” Sirius said, his tone harsh. “Jumping Snivellus' bones!”
He stopped when he heard the growling from his Godson. “That's my mate!” Harry snarled, “The father of the child I'm carrying. Watch your mouth!”
Lily shushed him. “Darling, he's worried about you. That's all. So much has happened to you recently, so many big changes...”
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CH19 AN: It's only as I re-read this prior to posting (oh, those last minute tweaks!) that I realised just how much stuff happens in this chapter. Phew!
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