Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lived to Die Another Day part II

“What do you mean you’re a Horcrux, Hagrid? I thought you were a giant!” asked Harry skeptically.

“You can be both a Horcrux and something else, Harry! Like how you’re a boy and were also a Horcrux!” explained Hagrid.

“I think I get it now, thanks Hagrid.” whispered Harry. He turned away from Hagrid sadly, knowing what must be done.

“AVADRA KEVALIER!” shouted Harry, spinning around and turning his super wand on Hagrid’s face.

“HARRY, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” yelled Hagrid, as he died in a flash of green betrayal.

“Harry, what you have done!!!!” shouted the Wease. “Hagrid was our best friend who was an adult! Our best adult friend!”

“Don’t you get it, Ron? If I didn’t kill him, Voldemoart would have come back and killed us all! I took a life to save many, and many ethics professors would agree that I made the right decision!”

“I don’t understand, Harry.” cried Ronald, “I’ve never seen you like this.”

Harry turned away cooly.

“Yeah, well people change, Ron. When faced with extraordinary events, we must become extraordinary. I am extraordinary.”

He turned to Ron seriously.

“If you don’t have the guts for this, tell me now.”

Ron looked down at his feet. He was wearing a pair of black Vans, which are very cool, but not very comfortable

as walking shoes.

“I’m sorry, Harry. But I can’t take this journey with you.”

Harry hugged Ron. “I know,” he whispered as he pushed the knife into Ron’s heart.

“H-harry, what…” Ron gasped.

“Before Hagrid died, he told me where the Horcruxes are:

they are everyone that I love.”

He kissed Ron’s forehead,

and Ron fell to the ground, dead.

To be continued

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