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Chapter 23 � What He Fears Most

�No!� Harry screamed.

The tendrils shuddered, then
stopped tightening.

Harry held his wand over the
black mass and intoned, �Finite!�

Millicent gasped for air as the
black tarry fibers receded back into the ground.� Susan and Hannah helped her
up and away from the cursed corner.

The spirit of Tom Riddle
persisted.

�Who are you?� he asked, his
voice barely a whisper.

Harry, like all mages, knew the
power of a name.� He knew Tom Riddle�s name and could command him in this form �
he would not tell Riddle his name.

Harry extended his wand, �I name you,
specter.� I name you Tom Riddle and I charge you; tell me why your spirit is in
my home when before it was in a diary?�

The spirit�s eyes grew wide, he
hissed, �You have seen me before?�

Harry nodded, �Yes, and I
destroyed the thing that held you with the venomous tooth of a basilisk.�

�By what right did you do this?�
Riddle insisted.

Harry smiled, knowing exactly
what buttons to push, �Because I am Lord Slytherin.�� Saying this Harry held up
his right hand, and revealed the founder�s ring.

The spirit bowed and flowed back
into the stone floor.

Harry fell to his knees beside
Millicent, �Millie, are you alright?�

The big girl nodded and pointed
to the other wall, �I�m okay, Harry.� She managed to croak out, �Check on
Dobby.�

Harry moved like a shot to where
Dobby lay, bruised and bleeding.

�Hold on Dobby, we�ll get you to
a healer.�

Harry moved carefully, not
wanting to worsen any of the elf�s injuries and held out an arm to Millicent who
gratefully fell into the one armed hug.� The trio faded away, Millie held close
to one side, the broken elf held gently to his other.

)O(

�Poppy, help me, please!�

The school nurse came as quickly
as her legs could carry her � Harry was hurt, no, Harry would never cry for
help, not for his own sake.� One of the Coven Witches was hurt, or a friend, or
just someone he found that needed saving � didn�t matter.� Harry needed her;
she would be there for him.

Lady Millicent was on an enlarged
hospital bed, angry red welts around her neck and on the bed next to her the
naked body of a house elf, bleeding ichors on the bed sheets.

�Stay with me, Dobby!� You can�t
leave me now � there�s so much left to do.�

�Mas-Master Lord Harry mustn�t
worry about Dobby.� Mistress Lady Millie is needing seeing first.�

Millicent sat up in her bed, �I�m
fine, Dobby.� She whispered, hoarsely, �You must let Madam Pomfrey help you.�

�I�m sorry, Master Lord Harry.� I
did not take the bad magic away.�

�You couldn�t have, Dobby.� Only
Riddle can take it away � or me.�

Dobby looked puzzled.

Harry pointed to the scar on his
forehead, �We�re connected, he and I.�

Harry looked imploringly at the
school nurse who was checking Millie�s neck.

�She�s very fortunate,� Poppy
said at last, �some angry welts here and her throat and larynx are showing some
bruising, but nothing broken.� You�re a strong young woman Lady Millicent; very
few people could have survived whatever had you.�

Tears coursed down Harry�s
cheeks, �She did it for me, she threw herself on a curse that was hurting me
and it damn near killed her!� It should be me lying there!� Not her!�

Millicent sat up in bed and in a
hoarse whisper said, �Right, like you wouldn�t have done the same for me or
anyone else for that matter.�

�But. . .�

�No buts, Mister Lord Harry James
Potter, Lord Slytherin, Lord of the Coven of the Four Houses.� You are the most
worthy of us � because you always put our needs and desires before your own.�
Well guess what, I need and desire to keep you alive so that you can kill Tom
Riddle for good and all and then we can all have lots of sex and babies for the
rest of our very long lives, understand?�

Harry looked to Madam Pomfrey for
support.

�Oh, no.� She�s your witch, you
sort her out.� But I will say that I agree with her.� You�ve needed an
extraordinary amount of looking after since your first year here, Lord Potter.�
I think you just might need twenty-one able bodied, intelligent witches to look
after you.�

Dobby squeaked, �Listen to the
Lady Ma�ams, Master Lord Harry.� They is making sense.�

Poppy moved to the elf�s bed,
�Now let�s see about our little friend here, shall we?�

)O(

Harry walked into the Gryffindor
common room, much to the surprise of everyone there.

�Harry?� Ron nearly shouted, �Are
you back with us now?� Really, mate, you wouldn�t believe the rumors flying
around about you and half the witches at Hogwarts!�

Harry clapped a hand on Ron�s
shoulder, �Later, mate, I need to talk to someone.�

Having said that he walked up the
staircase leading to the girl�s dorm rooms, shouting, �Man on the floor!�

Lavender, who was a little piqued
that Ron had unceremoniously dumped her out of his lap onto the couch said, �He
can�t do that!�

There were a few frightened
squeals from upstairs and all the girls in the common room ran up to see what Harry
was getting up to.

Ron followed the girls until he
stepped on the seventh step, then the staircase became a frictionless slide
which dumped him abruptly on his arse back in the common room.

�Hey, how come he gets to go up
and we don�t?�

The Gryffindor boys all looked at
each other and shrugged.

Harry, followed by the female
half of Gryffindor, found the door marked Fourth Years and knocked twice.

�Enter!�

He nodded to the knot of girls in
the corridor and then stepped inside to see Ginny Weasley and Romilda Vane. Both
were clad only in bra and knickers, sitting on their beds painting their
toenails.

�Harry?� Romilda screeched,
upsetting her polish as she dove for a bath robe.

Ginny kept glossing her toenails.

�Romilda, would you excuse us for
a moment?�

Ginny�s roommate left but wished
above all else she could be a fly on the wall for the conversation that was to
come.

As the door closed Harry said, �I
saw an old friend of yours today.�

Ginny continued to concentrate on
her painting.

�Tom Riddle.�

She stopped.�

�He�s dead.�

�How do you know?�

�When he died, his connection to
me snapped.� I felt it go.�

�I saw him, same face, different
clothes, but definitely the same Tom Riddle.�

�He�s dead.�

�Maybe not.�

�Has he said anything about . .
.�

�About you?�

�Yeah.�

�No.�

Ginny carefully placed the cap
back on the bottle of nail polish.� She made no move to dress.

Staring into space she whispered,
�I worshiped the ground you walked on, Harry.� You know that, don�t you?�

Harry kept his gaze steady on her.

�And you breezed past me like I
was nobody.�� Ginny continued, �And then there was this incredible, magical
friend, who just happened to be a diary.� He was a boy, who talked to me, asked
me about what I wanted and of course all I wanted at that time was you.

�But Tom, he was interested in
me.� Me!� Little Ginny Weasley!� I could tell him everything.� I got my
first period in first year, I was scared to death, thought I was dying.� But
Tom explained it to me, what it was and what it meant � how I was becoming a
young woman and all and should be proud.�

Harry started to say, �I
understand . . .�

�No!� Ginny shrieked, jumping to
her feet to stand nose to neck with Harry.� �You can�t even fucking begin to
understand Mister Great and Wonderful Harry Potter!� I was alone.� I ached
for you and where were you?

�Tom Riddle possessed me, and you
know something? �I let him � I liked it, the feel of someone else inside
me giving me direction, giving me purpose.� I�ve fucked half the boys at
Hogwarts since then just trying to get a little bit of that feeling back and
it�s not, it�s not even close.� Godsdamnit Harry, where were you when I needed
you?�

�I�m where I�ve always been,
Ginny.� Right here.� Just a bloke trying to get by, but the powers that be have
decided that I�m their favorite plaything lately.�

�I�ve just seen a girl I love
nearly strangled to death by your precious Tom, I�ve just left the bedside of a
good friend who may or may not survive because he got a little too close to
whatever is holding the spirit of Tom Riddle.�

�So tell me, Harry, which member
of your harem was it?�

�That�s not important.� You�ve
already answered my question.�

Ginny looked puzzled, �What
question?�

�It�s the same Riddle, but not
the same, and I think I know why.�

Harry put a hand on Ginny�s
shoulder and smiled a sad little smile.

�We could have been good together,
Ginny.�

Ginevra pushed his hand away,
�We�ll never know.�

�I guess not.� Goodnight.�

Harry left.

Ginny sat on the bed and refused
to cry, refused to dwell on �might have beens.�

)O(

It had been a long journey to the
Ukraine, but Bellatrix had recruited the last of the Empire�s magical Cossack
guard.� With the promise of loot and rape and all the Blue-flame Vodka they
could drink, she had gathered a score of pitiless magical predators.� She also
had a list of mudbloods and known muggle sympathizers.

The leaves would indeed be turning
red this autumn.

)O(

Harry stepped into the second
floor bathroom just as two first-year girls lit a pair of fags.

�Just so you know, girls, the
smell of those things stay in your hair and on your skin for hours. And it
makes your breath smell of old ashtray.�

They squeaked, dropped the
burning fags and collided with each other as they ran out the door.

Harry leaned over the sink with
the serpent engraving and hissed, �Open!�

The sink slid back to reveal the
opening to the chamber below.

Harry didn�t bother to slide down
this time, he simply phased down to the bone-strewn floor.

He opened the door to the outer
chamber and braced himself for the stench of decay � but it never came.�

The carcass of the Basilisk was
still in place, looking somewhat dried, but there was no rotting-meat smell.

Moving to the head of the great
beast Harry gingerly touched the fangs, some of which were loose in its head.

�Good,� he said to no one in
particular, �I can use some of these.��

Then Harry got an idea.

�Winky!�

The tiny she-elf appeared, �Yes,
Master Lord Harry?�

�Can you work basilisk hide, or
find me someone who can?�

�I can be finding a good elf who
can work with great serpent hide, Master Lord Harry.�

�And what about the teeth, what
if I need something made of the teeth?�

�Yes, Master Lord Harry, Winky
can be finding elves who can work with all the great serpent parts.� Great
serpent is very valuable.� Meat, hide, bones, all parts of the great serpent
can be taken and sold for many thousands of galleons.�

Harry sat cross-legged on the
floor and explained what he wanted to do.� Winky�s eyes grew wider and wider as
he explained what he wanted to do with the basilisk�s remains.

�I know I can leave the details
in your capable hands, Winky.�

The little elf shuddered in
gratitude for the amazing amount of work and, more importantly, responsibility
she�d just been given.� That level of trust between human and elf was
unprecedented.

�Please let me know as soon as
you have the fang and venom.�

Winky�s head bobbled as she
popped out of sight.

Harry concentrated; using the
technique Dobby had taught him at the beginning of the school year and let the
ambient magic of Hogwarts carry him from the Chamber of Secrets to Rowena
Ravenclaw�s library.� If Harry had ever been taught to surf he�d have
recognized the sensation as he �rode� the magic, elf style.

No surprise, Hermione was in the
great wingback chair, studying for her own OWLs.

�Hermione, have you seen The
Book?�

�Majiks Moste Darke?�

�Yeah.�

�In your study desk, second
drawer, left.�� She put down her book, concern showing in her pretty face, �How�s
Millie?�

Harry leaned down to kiss her,
�She�s much better, Luv.� I�m worried about Dobby, though.�

�Dobby is going to be better,
Master Lord Harry, sir.� Is just taking some time is all.�

Winky had appeared holding a
long, slightly curved sword in one hand and a belted scabbard of reptile skin
in the other. �She offered the sword to Harry.

Winky explained, �Is from the
great serpent�s longest fang, Master Lord Harry. �Tulle, the crafter, is happy
to be working with most powerful magical stock.�

There was an ingenious tapering
of the great fang to form a hilt � the grip fit his hand perfectly and was long
enough to be wielded by both hands.� The grip itself was wrapped in basilisk leather
and capped with a pommel set with small amber cabochons all around.� The
hand-guard was a thin cross-section of vertebra; oval, more reminiscent of a
Japanese katana than an English broadsword, but it fit well with the curved
blade.

�Tulle is charming fang to be
unbreakable, always sharp and releasing great snake poison when you needs it.�

The matching sword belt and
scabbard were of basilisk hide.� �Tulle is sorry boots and gloves and vest are
not finished yet, but Master Lord Harry is saying he wants to see fang sword
first.�

�Winky, this is truly a work of
art!� How did you and Tulle ever get it done so quickly?�

The little elf, in the full flush
of pride of a job well done simply smiled and said, �Magic!�

Harry dropped to one knee and
gathered Winky into a gentle embrace.

�You�re magic, little
friend.� Thank you for this.�

Winky returned the embrace,
patting Harry�s shoulder as she did, �You are welcome, Lord Harry.�

Hermione wiped tears from her
cheeks and asked, �What will you call it?�

�Winky already named her,� he
held the saber high; �she is Fang.�

)O(

Harry stood in the cellar of the
founder�s cottage wearing a vest, gauntlets and boots of basilisk hide.� In one
gloved hand he held Fang, in the other his wand.

�Tom Marvolo Riddle, by what
right do you disturb my home.� By whose authority do you attack my loved ones?�

An exhalation of vapors rose from
the ground, coalescing into the image of Tom Riddle. ��The spirit moved toward
Harry but found he couldn�t pass the white circle on the ground.

�Salt.� Harry explained, �Simple,
but effective.�

Riddle moved within the circle,
testing its effectiveness, then seemed to shrug, allowing Harry this small
victory.� �This cottage was my mother�s.� As there are no surviving blood
relations I claim it by right of progenitor.�

�The only reason there are no
surviving blood relations is that you�ve murdered them.� Your claim by blood is
denied � you have no blood, you are non-corporeal.�

�Then to exorcise me you will
have to destroy my soul vessel, feel free to try.�

�I know of your Horcruxes,
Riddle.� Is life so cheap to you that you can snuff it out without any feeling,
any remorse?�

�Magical life is dear to me. My
own life, however, is most precious.� I would gladly spend the life of every
mudblood in Britain, and that of half the wizards if it meant I could master
death.�

�What do you know of horses,
Tom?�

Riddle was confused by the apparent
change in topic.

Harry continued, �The average
horse weighs about five-hundred kilograms, that�s around eleven-hundred
pounds.� Yet even a young girl can tame a horse, and ride it.� But there�s one
absolute truth that all equestrians know.� You cannot master a horse if you�re
afraid of it!�

�What has that to do with me?�
the spirit whispered.

�You will never master death,
Riddle, because you can not master that which you fear above all else.�� He
chuckled, �Voldemort.� Even your make-believe name means �flight from
death,� sounds kinda pathetic, if you ask me.�

The specter drew himself up to
his full height and prepared his rebuttal, but Harry silenced him with a simple
dismissive wave of his hand, �Yeah, yeah, I know, �I will pay for my insolence,
yadda, yadda, yadda.�� I just need to know, Riddle.� How many Horcruxes have
you made, how many are you planning to make, what are they and where are they?�

Riddles spirit was compelled to
answer, not that he could be of much help.�

�I have created two Horcruxes,
soul jars, if you will.� The diary, which you have already destroyed and the
ring I took off my uncle�s finger.� I intend to make another of my mother�s
locket, if I can ever find it, and then Ravenclaw�s Diadem.� After that, who
knows?�

The way Riddle smirked made Harry
uneasy, �Now tell me what you�re not telling me, tell me!�

The spirit was shaken to see
Harry use the same compulsion charm that he himself had used so effectively for
years, �I � I didn�t just depend on Horcruxes for my assurance, there�s another
strategy already in place � resting peacefully in the cave.�

�What else?� You�re holding out
on me Riddle, tell me the truth!�

�At some future point, I must
have fought you, just after killing someone . . .�

�What are you saying?�

�You, True Heir - you are
a Horcrux.� Even if you destroy all the soul jars, I will live on in you!�

And the spirit of Tom Marvolo
Riddle laughed.
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