Harry Potter and The Last Horcrux

The Concealed Soul

Harry laid on the dusty ground of the small room he was kept in. A door opened and closed. The dementor remained and he looked at the cloaked figure.

"Expecto Patronum." A voice said faintly from Harry's ear.

A white light filled the room as Harry's eyes opened. He saw a black cloaked figure standing there, just looking at him. Was he really alive? Why didn't the dementor eat him? Do dementors eat soul images? Harry froze in place on the ground as the cloaked person stared at him. No words were spoken. No eyes were seen of the person. No skin was seen of the person. Nothing was showing, exposing the person.

"Get up," the cloaked person said. "Get up Potter."

Harry stood up and stayed close to the wall. He had no idea who the person was.

"Who are you?" Harry asked as the stunned dementor came back towards him.

"You'll soon find out," the person said. "However the door is open and you can walk out. Free yourself and find yourself."

"Am I dead?" Harry asked.

"No...but escape this castle as soon as you can," the person ordered Harry. "I'll help you get back."

The person stepped aside as Harry stood as still against the wall. The cloaked person disappeared as something hot burned near Harry's face. He was actually awake, fully conscious. Luckily that was just a dream. He looked up and saw a line of fire in front of him. Dark black clouds that were resting upon the ceiling. He realized he was in the largest room in Malfoy Manor - the one that had the dungeon beneath it. They all fell and Death Eaters surrounded Harry. Voldemort stood behind the fiery line with his wand ready. Adrenaline started to pump through Harry's veins as he and Voldemort stared at each other.

"When will you finally stop acting like a hero?" Voldemort asked Harry.

"What do you mean?" Harry questioned Voldemort.

"You have no help. You have no magic. You are vulnerable to me," Voldemort said.

"Maybe so, Tom, but I can always fight back," Harry said.

"With what?" Voldemort asked Harry. "You have nothing."

Harry stood up and came forward. He was very confused. Suddenly, Voldemort stepped across the line of fire and quickly put his wand up at his neck.

"I'm going to make you suffer like you've made me," Voldemort threatened.

"What did I ever do to you, Tom?" Harry asked.

Voldemort grew angry and began to make his move.

"Crucio!" Voldemort shouted.

Harry had no choice but to take the pain. The knives, the heat, the pain.

"Now, you listen to me, Potter!" Voldemort yelled. "Let's start this like it was in the beginning!"

He casted another curse.

"You were a mere infant in your crib when I killed your father!" Voldemort said as he casted another curse.

"Stop this madness, Tom!" a woman's voice screamed.

Harry, who laid on the ground saw Professor McGonagall there with his niece, nephew, and children. Voldemort continued to hold a firm grasp on his wand and saw my daughter Lily. She had a strong resemblance to my mother. Voldemort knew she was my weak spot. The pain was still in my body. Lily, James, Rose, Hugo, and Albus all came down the stairs with Professor McGonagall.

Harry stood up and ran over towards them. The Death Eaters knew that they shouldn't interrupt with Voldemort and Harry. Lily and Harry were coming closer together. She was the closest to Voldemort. Instead of giving her a hug, Harry heard Voldemort say the words:

"Avada Kevada!"

and the green dash of light coming towards Lily. Harry pushed her down and took the hit. White hot burning sensations ran through his every nerve. As the hit had a lot of anger in hit, Harry fell backwards because Harry was so weak. Harry sat up a bit as worried eyes from Professor McGonagall and his children looked at him. Lily, terrified, got up and was going to touch her father's hand as he broke like little pieces of glass exposing his soul. A tear that was falling off of his face fell onto Lily's hand and stayed frozen in time. Professor McGonagall saw a blue light where Harry's heart used to be and she quickly took it without anyone noticing, and sealed it in a flask. She made all of the kids grab her and they aparated back to the castle.

Ginny stood near Harry and saw the images. She and Hermione watched carefully as Ron wrote notes. Then, they saw his eyes close. His shining emerald eyes. Harry's eyelids concealed the horrid tale and captured the last detail. Ginny broke into tears and cried. Ron peered over and saw that Harry's eyes no longer were open. They all mourned over Harry. Just then, the doors to the Room of Requirement opened and the real Professor McGonagall and the children walked through. Their eyes red and tears dried on their faces. They all knew. Voldemort was laughing as loud as he could. However, Hermione noticed that Professor McGonagall's eyes were dry.

"Professor McGonagall...why aren't sad?" Hermione asked as Ginny concealed her face in Ron's chest.

"Because...," Professor McGonagall said slowly as she pulled out the flask, "I have concealed his soul."

Everyone's eyes stopped tearing and Professor McGonagall released the soul. It went directly into Harry's heart and moments later, Harry's eyes opened. He looked around as everyone stared at him.

"What just happened to me?" Harry asked aloud.

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Author's Note:

Dear Readers,

I hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter! I know the past few chapters have been very intense, so I thought I would leave this one on a happy note. If you like this chapter, share it with your followers, comment, vote, and read it as much as you'd like. Thank you for reading!

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