Healing Hearts

Chapter 5

Voldemort scowled as he walked through the abandoned corridors of Malfoy manor. He had woken up this morning to find the wards poking at him. They did not want him here, but their master did not want to give the Dark Lord cause for vengeance.
Voldemort cast out his magic, looking for the signature that he knew belonged to the insufferable, insignificant blonde.
"Slinky!"
"Yes, Dark Lord sir?"
"Where is Lucius?"
"He gone out earliers today sir, Slinky not know where."
"Of course. Where is the little Malfoy then?"
"He gone to plays Quidditch sir."
"Where is he now?"
"Slinky only knows Quidditch, sir."
"Tell me immediately when either comes back."
"Yes, Dark Lord sir."
Voldemort scowled as the disgusting creature popped away. The little Malfoy needed to be kept on a tighter leash. He would have to move the-
A vision hit Voldemort, causing his head to spin and his body to collide with the wall.
A stabbing pain in his heart, claws digging into his soul, poison sliding through his veins... One of his Horcruxes had been destroyed.
An overwhelming need to protect his soul pieces appeared in his mind, and Voldemort surged to his feet, calling Nagini to him in the snake tongue, Draco Malfoy completely forgotten.

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"Thanks for coming over guys."
"It's no problem."
"Yeah, once you turn seventeen we can just apparate from here. We'll be able to get searching faster this way."

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"Harry? Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, just a little... tingly."
"Perfectly normal, Neville and I both went through it. On a wizard's seventeenth birthday, they come into either an inheritance or a magical boost. From what I've read, the Potter family isn't known for its creatures, so I think you'll receive a boost."
"O-okay, thanks P-padma..."

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As the clock struck midnight, Harry felt a resounding crack go through his skull. Crying out, Harry was swallowed into waves of pain.
Nearly unconscious from the overwhelming feelings, Harry could barely make sense of all the scenery flashing before his eyes. People in different states or forms of pain and injury laid on their beds, on the ground, on the streets, and in hospitals, clinging onto life as death clung to them.

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Neville and Padma panicked when they saw Harry apparate out of his room with a look of agony on his face, but they had no way to track him other than the 'point-me' spell, and every few seconds Neville's wand would spin in a different direction anyways.
Watching the wand intently, Padma began counting the seconds in between the directional changes, noticing a decreasing pattern.
Within two hours, the directional changes were minutes apart, and Padma believed this was because Harry was finally running out of magic to expend. As he most likely was apparating to different places within seconds of appearing.
Neville dutifully kept his magic flowing through the simple charm and followed his friend across Europe, marveling at the magical strength of his tiny angel.
When Padma and Neville finally found Harry, he was exhausted and delirious. Lying down next to a hospital bed that held a bald woman, his hands glowed blue, even as he struggled simply to keep his eyes open.
The blue glow sluggishly traveled up the bed and seeped into the woman's chest, blazing a brilliant white as it fought off the cancer within her.
Padma and Neville watched in awe as the woman's taut face relaxed in sleep, and her body visibly sunk into the mattress in relief.
Of course, the two snapped out of it when Harry groaned, threw a hand over his face, and promptly fell unconscious.
Quietly walking forward, Neville hefted his little friend up into his arms, noting that he still didn't weight nearly enough, and turned grimly to look at Padma, who nodded and took his arm, apparating them all back to the hellhole house of Harry's 'family'.

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Harry offered a bottomless bag to his friend, who had been staring at a floating necklace as if it deeply offended him.
Reaching inside, Neville brought out a long, white fang and stared at it in confusion.
"Do you want the honors?"
Neville had no words as he stared down into his little friend's face. Grasping a tighter hold on the Basilisk fang, Neville stalked closer to the offending piece of jewelry.
Within reach of the locket, Neville stopped and took a fortifying breathe, only to freeze in horror as the locket opened up. Fog drifted out of the pendant, which curled up and took shape into two naked figures.
Staring, transfixed, Neville watched as Harry and Padma snogged each other thoroughly, hands roaming their figures, experiencing pleasures neither had every imagined.
"You'll never be enough... He'll never choose you. Afterall, he is perfect... Come, touch me... I can make you everything he could ever desire... Come closer, yes... Touch me..."
Neville staggered forwards, his breathes heavy, his eyes locked on the two figures who were now exploring the joys of intercourse. His mind hazing in anger. How could she? To defile such an Angel has to be a sin. She knew how much he loved his little angel. How dare she?
"Neville."
Just one word, spoken in an innocently sweet voice, and the boy froze in his actions, angry haze stopped in its tracks.
"Wh-what, Harry?"
"I believe in you."
With resolve he had never felt before, Neville stepped forwards once more, but this time with a strong determination. The whispers nagged at his ears, but did not dig their poison into his thoughts again.
Raising the fang high above his head, Neville brought it down to pierce the locket with a snarl, love for his best friend helping extinguish the evil of the Horcrux like water on a flame.