Harry Potter and The Last Horcrux

Home Sweet Home

We all safely got back home. We all fell on the ground and stood back up. Everyone hugged each other for a long time.

"That was so scary!" Ginny gasped.

"Harry," Hermione began, "Are you okay? I have no idea what that spell was, but it looked painful!"

"Yea...I'm fine," I said. "Just give me a second to calm down."

Ron put his hand on my shoulder.

"Dad...who were those people?" Lily asked.

"Those people were Death Eaters. All of them but one," I replied. "The pale one, with no nose was...You-Know-Who."

"Kids," Hermione ordered, "Take a seat. Let's eat."

Chairs were pulled out and I remained standing.

"I don't think I'll be eating," I announced. "Ron, could you help me get upstairs?"

"Right," he said. "Your glasses are broken. I have the pieces here."

He held his hand out and I felt the pieces.

"Repairo," he casted.

Nothing happened.

"Repairo," he repeated. "Is there something wrong with my wand?"

"No, Ronald," Hermione said. "The spell that broke Harry's glasses doesn't have a counter-curse."

"Oh," Ron muttered. "Well, I'll help you upstairs, Harry."

We left the kitchen and walked up he stairs. I nearly fell a few times.

"Are you okay, Harry?? Ron asked. "You don't seem to be."

I couldn't lie to my friends anymore.

"No," I said reluctantly.

"Harry, you've got to tell us these things!" Ron exclaimed.

"I know, but not in front of the kids," I muttered.

"What hurts?" Ron asked.

"Everything," I groaned.

We finally made it to my room. I laid down on my bed as Ron left the small fragments of my glasses on a nearby table. While my family ate dinner, I thought about Voldemort and his forces. Soon, I began to hear footsteps.

"Harry," Hermione said. "I know how we could get your glasses back."

"How?" I asked.

"My parents had glasses and they both got them at a muggle store down town. We'll go there tomorrow," she replied.

"Brilliant," I said.

"How are you feeling?" Ginny asked as she walked in.

"I'm fine," I answered.

"Harry, I know you just want to be strong, but I don't think you're fine," Ginny said.

I sighed.

"Well, I can't really deny it," I muttered reluctantly.

"There's something on your mind, isn't there?" Hermione asked.

"Yea...the Marauder's Map," I answered. "Voldemort has it. It's only a matter of time until he discovers the password and tracks everyone at Hogwarts."

"Harry," Hermione began. "There's a reason for everything. Why do you think he needs it?"

"I don't know, maybe to track us or something," I said.

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