Harry Potter and The Last Horcrux

The Lost Resurrection Stone

Harry's POV:

I watched as my kids peered out the window at me from the Hogwarts Express as the train was moving away. I smiled in safisfaction, knowing that my kids would be safe and live without Voldemort disturbing our lives. It's been nineteen years since I stepped a foot in Hogwarts and I began to hope that my kids would have the same, fun experience as I did. My wife, Ginny, and I walked along the sides of Ron and Hermione as we all piled into a small coffee shop in King's Cross Station. We sat down at a vacant table. The floor was checkered in black and white and out from the walls came small, red, rectangular tables with chairs on each side. In the very back was the front desk and the kitchen. The smell of coffee filled our senses as we began to talk.

"So...how's Albus?" Hermione asked me.

"He's great. He just asked me before he got on the train about the sorting hat," I replied.

Suddenly, a small lady came up to us in her uniform with her notepad ready to take our order.

"Good afternoon everyone. Would any of you want a coffee or something?" she asked planeitively.

"Um...coffee," Ginny ordered.

"Same here," I answered.

"Make it three," Hermione added.

"Four," Ron said.

After a few more scratches with her pen, she walked away and began to make our drinks. We all looked at each other as if we didn't know who each of us were. Hermione began to giggle silently and that made Ron start laughing which led to all of us laughing our heads off. However, an odd sensation came into my head. I knew what this was...but could it really be it? Maybe I was going mad. I placed my hand on my forehead and it got worse. It was my scar. That burning sensation - I haven't felt it in years. In fact, it's been nearly two decades. I began to grunt quietly. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny looked at me, concerned.

"Harry...is there something wrong?" Hermione asked me calmly.

"Yea...," I muttered with my hand on my scar. "My scar...it hasn't been hurting like this in ages."

"That means something's up," Ron said as Hermione sighed loudly.

"Well it's pretty obvious, Ronald," Hermione told him.

Ginny placed her hand on my right shoulder as I continued to experience the pain. I began to hear Voldemort's evil, cold hard voice. Harry Potter...Harry Potter. Just like when I was fifteen, I was going through the pain of Voldemort reading my mind. I thought I killed him though. Slowly, I closed my eyes and began to see the dreadful images.

Wormtail was in the Forbidden Forest in his rat form and was running through the scattered leaves. The trees stood tall and bare and their leaves fell to the ground in their bright fiery colors. Suddenly, he came upon a black diamond-shaped stone. The resurrection stone! He turned into his human form and stared down at the minuscule rock. He reached down with his silver hand, crafted by Voldemort, and snatched the stone.

"Ahh!" I shouted in fear and shock.

My eyes burst open in shock as my eyes glanced into the coffee shop. Why on Earth did I just drop it? And leave it?

"Harry!" Hermione screamed at me. "What happened? What did you see?"

"T-This is bad!" I stuttered. "It's Wormtail."

"What about him?" Ginny asked. "Tell us. All of it."

"Alright," I agreed, still stunned. "Wormtail was in the Forbidden Forest, in his rat form - "

"Ugh!" Ron sighed. "I've hated him ever since I turned thirteen."

"As I was saying, he was in his rat form in the Forbidden Forest and was running around as if he was looking for something. Then, he found it. The resurrection stone. I dropped it before Voldemort - y'know...tried to kill me. Then, he took the stone," I explained.

"This is terrible. The first thing he would want to do is kill your children to get revenge on you," Hermione announced.

"Well, I don't think the Death Eaters would attack Hogwarts since...wait, who's the new headmaster?" Ron asked.

"I heard Professor McGonagall is the new headmaster," Ginny answered.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yea, she was in an article on the Daily Prophet," Ginny replied.

The lady returned with a large, circular platter with our coffees on them. She carefully placed each cup in the front of us and left the bill on the center of the red table. I grabbed the bill and began to pull out my wallet.

"Harry, I'll get it," Ron said. "How much is it?"

"It's five dollars and fifty two cents," I answered as I pushed my wallet back in my pocket.

Ron gave the lady the exact amount and we continued to talk.

"Maybe we should go back to Hogwarts," I suggested.

"I don't know, Harry," Hermione disagreed. "What if they meant for you to see that?"

"Hermione," I argued, "I haven't seen these images in for nineteen years! Something is wrong."

"I don't know, Harry," Ginny said. "You've killed Voldemort...completely."

"Harry, I believe you," Ron told me. "If something like this occurs, we should at least go and check it out."

Hermione sighed loudly and took a sip of her coffee.

"Look, I have a compromise," I announced. "Ron and I will go to Hogwarts and you two can stay home."

"Alright," Ginny agreed, "But how are you supposed to get there?"

I looked at Ron and he looked at me. We both smiled. Ginny gasped and gave Ron and I a reluctant smile. Hermione kept trying to read our faces.

"What are you guys going to do?" Hermione asked us.

"Ron, let's go!" I said. "We'll be back within two days!"

"Be safe!" Ginny shouted at us as we left the coffee shop.

Hermione glanced at Ginny.

"What are they going to do?" she asked. "Something stupid?"

"They're going to take my father's flying car," Ginny answered. "Just like they did on their second year."

"No wonder...," Hermione sighed. "Please excuse my crazy husband."

"Agreed," Ginny muttered.

We raced into the parking lot and into the flying, blue car. Once we closed the door, we took a moment to catch our breath. I was in the driver's seat and placed my hands on the black steering wheel. I turned to Ron.

"Just like old times, right Ron?" I asked.

"Yup," he answered. "Let's go."

I began to accelerate and pushed the invisibility button. Once we were invisible, I drove the car up into the air and we began to fly.