Drarry; the last horcrux

Chapter 18

'Did you find anything?' Potter asks when he walks into the library.
Draco groans inwardly and closes his book.
Potter shows up almost every time he goes to the liberary, it's not like Draco doesn't enjoy Potters company, oh no, he certainly does, although he would never admit that to anybody. But he is so distracted when Potter is in the same room. The letters seem to dance before his eyes.

'Not yet, I'm starting to think it might be a combination of a few spells. Yaxley is very skilled at coming up with his own spells, although they're mostly weak ones.' Draco replies, speaking the thought that spooked through his head out loud.
'It seems logic; if they mix spells, you have to mix counterspells to, but I don't know which spells they used, and even if we find that out; I don't know how to mix spells.' Draco says biting his bottom lip; it slightly hurts from doing that to much.

'But if we know someone who does?' Potter asks.

Draco rolls his eyes at the dumb question.
'Than there is a chance we could do it, obviously. But we first have to find all cutting, exploding and bone-vanishing spells and curses we can find.'

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It didn't take Hermione, Ron and Harry long to make a list of all the curses that cut, vanish or explode.
They came onto a total of 32 spells, including sectumsempra; a non-official spell.

Suddenly, harry gets an idea. The half blood prince may be the one that can help them. The potions book he used in sixth year may have some other useful curses in it; curses that Ron, Hermione, Malfoy or himself don't know about.

Harry feels something in his stomach weirdly twitching every time he thinks of Malfoy. He doesn't know what it means, it surely isn't hate anymore, because Harry doesn't hate Malfoy anymore. They have become comfortable talking with each other in quite a short time. They don't talk like friends though, they aren't friends. But the insults keep away and the stiffness from the beginning is slowly fading.
Harry find himself thinking about Malfoy quite often. Maybe more than he should. But hey: who wouldn't think much if their sworn enemy became their sort-of -friend in less than a week? Plus the fact that Malfoy has many mysteries around him, and Harry happens to be really curious about the solutions.

Harry shakes his head, as if he tries to shake the thought of Malfoy of and he sneaks to the 7th floor. A floor he hoped he would never be again.
He quietly hopes RoR still exist, and that the fiendfyre didn't burn the whole place of.

Harry swallows hard and stand in front of the wall where the door should appear.
After a few seconds, I tiny door starts to grow and Harry lets out a breath of relief, until he remembers what could possibly be waiting for him inside.
He opens the door, praying the fire is gone and that he can safely make his way through the room.

But Harry isn't as lucky this time; a sea of flames and smoke welcomes him, and it flashes through Harry's head that he didn't tell Ron or Hermione where he was going.