Harry Potter and The Last Horcrux

The New Enemy

Contains Some Mild Language

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Harry awoke on a hard blackish grey rock. He stared up and saw pointy fractures of rocks floating above him. He sat up and peered over the edge of the rock he was on. Beneath him was hot burning lava. Along the sides of this "cave" he was in, the lava melted the rock and burst into fiery flames. As he stared into the endless trench of lava, something stared at him from a small hole in the rock he was in. It was a red fiery devilish creature. Harry launched up onto the surface of the rock he was on and saw Voldemort.

"Potter!" Voldemort shouted angrily as the noise bounced off of the walls of the cave. "Get us back into Hogwarts!"

"You think it was me, Tom?" Harry asked calmly. "How stupid are you?"

The two enemies stared into each other's eyes as something cold drifted into the cave they were in. They stared around and spotted a cloaked black skeleton-shaped figure floating in the air. It came closer to them and touched the rock.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Voldemort asked boastfully.

"You don't dare defy me Tom," it said as its bony jaw creaked.

It circled Harry and Voldemort, staring at each of them, examining each of them and their abilities. After several cirles, it stopped in between Harry and Voldemort.

"What are you?" Harry asked it.

"I'm surprised you don't recognize," it said creepily.

Voldemort and Harry were both shaken up by this skeleton. Voldemort felt in his pocket for his wand, but it was gone. Harry's wand was also gone. They obviously began to panic as the skeleton laughed loudly. After the skeleton finished his evil laugh, Harry and Voldemort both realized who it was.

"Here's a hint to you fools," it said. "I am the one who is to take one of you."

"Death," Harry muttered under his breath, standing frigid at the creature.

"Very good...," it grinned. "You both may not know it, but I've become very greedy over you two lately. I don't just want one of you to join me here...I want both of you. Fear me now if you do not already."

Harry has always been slightly afraid of Death, no matter how many times he has cheated it. Voldemort was speechless, for he was powerless to this creature.

"You fool!" Voldemort mocked. "You will only get one of us!"

"No!" the figure argued in a loud devilish scream. "I know there's a Drifter out there! I will kill it! I could destroy both of you in my sleep! The only problem is...is of that Drifter! I'm invulnerable - "

"You're wrong!" Harry shouted.

"Oh...and why's that?" Death asked Harry in a playful tone.

"Love can defeat you," Harry said.

Death took a step back, for that was his only weakness. Then he recollected himself.

"Look...," Death began, "I will allow you two to return to the Mortal world, but...I will destroy you both...and I will win!"

Whiteness filled Harry's eyes as he was transported back to Hogwarts.

"Harry?" a female's voice asked. "Harry?"

"What the bloody hell just happened?" a male's voice wondered.

Harry opened his eyes wide open and looked around slowly. Am I back?, he asked himself. He felt his pocket for his wand and looked around the Room of Requirement for any devilish creatures.