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Harry Potter Fic: Horcrux

Author: azurelunatic
Title: Horcrux
Fandom: Harry Potter
Spoilers: Half-Blood Prince
Genre: Gen/creepy
Rating: early teen for creepiness
Warnings: Creepiness, morally-grey!Harry, not betaed.
Length: Short, just over drabble-length
Disclaimers: Don't own 'em, don't have permission to play with them, am not making money off of this, broke anyway.
Author's notes: Weird shower inspiration, plus hanging around ataniell93's crowd. I suddenly came up with an idea about Harry's survival of Voldemort's death.

The green bolt of the killing curse shot out of Harry's wand. Harry felt the fragment of Voldemort's soul that had been trapped inside him for so long explode out the new tear in his own soul. He blasted that bit of soul too, before it let Voldemort cheat death once again.

After assuring himself that Voldemort was quite, quite dead, Harry sat down on the rocky ground with an abrupt thump and stayed there for quite a while. He eventually became aware of the extraordinarily ordinary stone he had picked up. Harry looked at the stone for a long moment. The damage had already been done, and for the best of reasons. And hadn't Hermione always told him it was best to have a backup plan?

Very quietly, so quietly he could barely hear himself think the words, Harry formed his mind around the incantation that would detach the bit of his soul that had torn loose when he killed Voldemort and put it in the stone. He slipped the stone into his pocket. No one would have to know... .
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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