Authors Note: I had the idea for this awhile ago, although its going to take some time to get written as I am busy with school, a job, and volunteering, I'll try to do my best at updating though.
And I own nothing except for my plot :)
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They had been camped out in a dark, dingy, mouldy shack for three weeks now. Their hands and faces were caked with dirt, but they had never been as happy as they were at that moment. It was not the time, however, to act on what had made them so happy. They needed a good night's sleep or the situation they were placing themselves in the following morning would be much worse than it had to be. Two bodies laid snuggled together on the floor. A pile of bushy brown hair belonged to one, while the other, fiery red and screaming for attention, was wild and crazy. The pair looked so peaceful in their slumber with absolutely no worries or stress on their faces and the fear of impending doom completely removed from their features. A boy with black raven hair, and a peculiar scar who was the age of seventeen sat there and smiled down at them. It was the first time in a long time he felt any desire to smile. Watching how peaceful his friends looked made him happier than the richest man in the world. The safety and wellbeing of others, especially his close friends is what kept him going, he had to make the World a safer place for them, for their future.
After watching his friends sleep with complete ease, he went back to mapping out the strategy for the following morning, making sure it was fool proof. Although there was no guarantee their plans would work, victory for their side was sure to trigger a battle of immense proportions. He knew that could very well be the last night of his life, that morning could be his downfall, yet he felt oddly calm. Although the plan for the morning was a complete secret, many would be immediately called into action to protect the world if all went as planned. Harry Potter had found the final Horcrux.
The sixth Horcrux was not Nagini nor was it Harry himself as he had once believed. It was something no one would have ever expected, created on that famous night so many years before at the end of the first war. It was Harry's baby blanket.
Sneaking around at Godric's Hollow would have been far too simple, for they had already tried that unsuccessfully. The small cottage was in relatively good condition for what had occurred there. The years where the cottage had not been used were visible as the two storey cottage was unkempt looking. Voldemort had already become aware that five Horcruxes had been found and destroyed, taking the forms of the Tom Riddle's journal, Gaunt's ring, Helga Hufflepuff's cup, Rowena Ravenclaw's quill, and unfortunately for Harry, Godric Gryffindor's sword. The sword had come as a surprise because it had been in front of them for so many years. How it was turned into a Horcrux, was not known for sure, but they suspected Voldemort did it when he had met with Dumbledore so many years before. Harry believed that Voldemort had trapped the soul in another item and somehow managed to release it into the sword while he was at Hogwarts requesting to become a teacher.
The problem Harry and the others were up against was getting into Godric's Hollow while it was being guarded by fifty Death Eaters. Their strategy had taken weeks of deliberation and careful planning and it had all come down to something so incredibly simple. Polyjuice potion. Harry, Ron and Hermione were going to sneak into the house, stun three Death Eaters, hide their unconscious bodies, and take their forms for easy access to the sixth Horcrux. They decided to attack during the day because it was unexpected, and it would be easier to see who they were fighting in the day.
Harry suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Hermione standing before him.
"Hermione… you need your sleep."
"No Harry, you need yours more. You haven't slept in days, which is enough to slow down your reflexes. Go get some sleep, I'll keep watch," she argued.
"No. I can't sleep," he responded.
"Harry you must!"
"No."
"Fine. I'm staying up with you and for goodness sake Harry, this isn't healthy!"
Neither spoke, and although they were best friends, the thought of the following morning had managed to take the words out of them.
"Ron's asked me to marry him if we get through the war," Hermione muttered quietly.
"That's fantastic Mione! I hope you said yes," Harry replied.
"I did."
And that's where that conversation ended. The sun was coming up and that meant the day they had been planning for so long had finally come. It was the final step to make Voldemort mortal once again, and in mere hours, they would know if their efforts had worked. Hermione quickly woke Ron up while Harry conjured up some breakfast; Bacon, Eggs, and Toast. Ron quickly let go to fill his plate, and after taking four servings, Harry and Hermione stared at him with odd expressions. It was Hermione who finally said something.
"Ron! Honestly, do you really need to take that much food?" she exclaimed.
"WHAT? For all you know this could be my last meal!"
"RON DON'T YOU EVER SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT," Harry snapped.
"I know Harry, its just I need to have a sense of humour about this. I am hungry, and well it's true this could be my last meal, I want to enjoy it as if it was." Ron said looking down at his plate as he moved the food around with his fork.
Hours later, Harry, Ron and Hermione were all equipped and ready to head out; each carrying a flask of polyjuice potion and invisibility cloaks borrowed from the Order.
"Now remember, we apparate into the woods near Godrics Hollow. Be quick, be silent," Harry stated with determination
A moment later the three of them appeared in the woods behind a small cottage. As they silently walked towards the structure, they spotted several Death Eaters standing guard outside. It would be difficult manoeuvring around them because of the daylight, but Harry soon found his diversion. He slowly picked up a large rock from the ground and launched it towards in the opposite direction from where they were standing. The death eaters took the bait, and began searching for the source of the noise.
It was all Harry could do not to laugh; the Death Eaters had been stupid for leaving their post, but they were all quite grateful their little distraction had worked. As they slowly made their way into the cottage, they kept their eyes open for any Death Eaters to stun and capture. They immediately came across Bellatrix Lestrange, and with a silent Stupefy, she dropped to the ground and was stuffed into the nearest closet. Hermione shed her invisibility cloak and assumed Bellatrix's appearance. Hermione, having taken the form of a more senior (and more competent) Death Eater, was assigned to retrieve the blanket. The next two to come across the three teenagers were Crabbe and Goyle. The two proved to be quite easy to put to sleep. Standing guard at the door to what used to be baby Harry's nursery was Peter Pettigrew. He trembled at the site of Bellatrix.
"Move aside Wormtail. The Dark Lord needs me to inspect the Horcrux to make sure that no one has tampered with it. The final battle is near and he wants to be sure that it is safe."
Pettigrew looked like he had something to say on the matter, but he allowed her to pass into the room.
Hermione walked into the small room, and felt her heart breaking. Although this was where the final Horcrux was being kept, it had also once been the where Harry spent the first year of his life. She calmly walked up to the blanket and picked it up with trembling hands. Utilizing the galleon she charmed in their fifth year for the DA, Hermione signalled Harry and Ron letting them know it was time to apparate out. Harry and Ron received the apparition signal while standing outside the door, just in case, after they had dismissed Wormtail for a break from standing on guard.
A few hours later the dark mark once again rose over the small cottage in Godrics Hollow, this time however, in it lay the body of the Potter's betrayer, killed in the same manner they had been murdered hose many years before. Peter Pettigrew was dead.
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