Harry Potter and the Blood Risen Moon (Completed)

Chapter 24: The Truth Behind It

Harry paced the living room floor. They had made it back safely but were waiting for Snape to show his greasy head. Hermione sat examining the cup, trying to figure out the illusion charm on it. She was completely fascinated with the complex spell and had though of ways it would be useful.

"Harry, perhaps you should relax. You may need your rest." Hermione said.

"Thanks honey, but no. Snape just needs to get here." Harry said continuing to work the trench into the hardwood floors.

It wasn't too long after that a knock came at the door. Harry rushed over and looked through the peephole. It was indeed the slimy git. Harry opened the door with his wand raised. He never trusted Snape, why should he start now?

"Good to see you too, Harry." He said with a snarl as he walked past him and into the living room where Hermione was jotting down notes.

"Professor." Hermione said in a greeting of sorts. She barely looked up at him as she continued to overlook the cup.

"I see you were successful in retreaving the cup. I presume Mrs. Granger was the one to figure it out." Snape said.

Harry glared and folded his arms over his chest. "We have it, now do you mind?" Harry asked. Hermione could note the anger in his voice and hoped he could keep it in check. They didn't need him attacking Snape and hurting him.

"Very well Potter." Snape said. He waved his wand over the cup and it slowly transformed back into it's original glory. The gold cup stood tall, with proud carvings in its gold.

"What spell was that?" Hermione asked, pleased to know it was Snape who cast it. Therefore he might tell her what it was.

"A simple charm, but we don't have time for that." Snape said turning to Harry. "How did you destroy the amulet?" He asked.

"I was sucked into it. After spending 20 years inside, I fought Voldemort's soul and killed him. The amulet kicked me out and that was that." Harry said.

Snape sighed and sat down on the couch. The teens looked at each other with a bad feeling in the pit of their stomachs. Would Harry have to go back in?

"Harry, I have bad news to tell you. Perhaps you should sit down." Snape said.

Harry nodded weakly and joined Hermione who quickly took his hand. This had to be bad news if Snape was kind enough to give him the chance to sit down.

"You were sucked into the amulet for a reason. The soul fragment inside the amulet recognized the fragment attached to your soul. Therefore it drew it in. Luckily, the werewolf venom in your blood had already effected your soul. It's the only reason you survived. You see the soul fragment inside the amulet wanted to absorb the fragment inside you. However your soul was drawn in as well. You were trapped there until one fragment was destroyed." Snape said.

Harry listened carefully trying to absorb all the details he was getting. "Does that mean?" He asked already coming to the conclusion himself.

"You are a Horcrux." Snape said.

Hermione gasped in shock and squeezed Harry's hand tightly in her own. "No, professor you must be mistaken."

"I'm afraid not. It would be the only way Harry was sucked in. I suggest you don't touch the cup." Snape said.

Harry nodded numbly. He couldn't feel anything, not the heat from the fire in the fireplace, or the death grip of Hermione's hand in his own.

"I can give you the location of the other item. Do be careful. I'm working on a way to destroy them without having Voldemort do it himself or you getting sucked into them." Snape said standing. Harry nodded again, and Snape pulled his cloak tighter. He hadn't wanted to reveal this information, but the

Order couldn't afford for him to run off and disappear inside another Horcrux.

Snape turned and left the two speechless teens in the living room. Harry needed to be alone to absorb this information, and Hermione needed to be there to figure out another way. He knew the brilliant witch well, she reminded him of Lily. His heart tightened at the thought of her and her resemblance to the young witch in love with Harry. Potter was a lucky lad, if he survived the war.

He left a note with the directions to the next location and without a goodbye, left the home with the two teens inside.