The soul-chilling next chapter nobody asked for is here!
Harry braced himself before coming into his daughter's room, casting a Pain-Dulling Charm on himself and summoning his Patronus for good measure. The morning was turning to noon, and the pain he had suffered through was seemingly subsiding –
One step into his daughter's room and the charm lost its effect. His scar was in more unbearable agony than ever before. Lily was impossibly pale. Her eyes were more deeply ringed with dark, her lips turning an unearthly shade of puce. The fourth book dangled limply from her hand off the edge of the bed.
"NYAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!" Harry roared. The pain was too much. The book seemed to emit a dark energy from its open pages and somehow inserted itself into him –
"Lily! Are you OK?" Harry managed to spit out. Lily simply lay in bed, blinking and staring at the ceiling, unconcerned.
Then she jerked upright. Her eyes glowed an unearthly white – then a blazing red – and her mouth opened (or rather, dropped open) and let out what Harry believed to be the most ear-shattering scream of terror (or possession, he couldn't tell the difference at this point) he had ever had the misfortune to hear…
Ginny pulled into the driveway with a screech. Slamming the car door behind her and stomping into the house, she dropped her coat and briefcase on the floor. She heard the screams of her daughter and husband, mingled into a satanic cacophony – and ran up the stairs as quickly as she could, wand at the ready...
I'd had more than my fair share of near-death experiences; it wasn't something you ever really got used to…
Inside Lily's brain, something sinister and long-thought-dead implanted its seed, slithered inside and clamped its invisible teeth unto her, unleashing –
"YOU THOUGHT I WAS DEFEATED NINETEEN YEARS AGO…" said Lily, almost serpent-like. "YOU WERE WRONG…"
Harry then realized what – no, who – he was dealing with.
"You're Lord Voldemort…. A lost Horcrux…. His true final form…."
The same slithery, sinister voice came out of Lily and the book, and answered Harry.
"YES… I AM THE LAST, LOST, FORGOTTEN, UNMENTIONED, UNDISCOVERED, UNDEFEATED HORCRUX OF THE DARK LORD VOLDEMORT!"
At this, Harry's scar began to burn – it felt like a nuclear holocaust on his forehead. Harry had defeated Voldemort nineteen years earlier by nearly talking him to death. Despite the holocaust of pain his body was enduring, he tried the strategy again.
"Who did you kill to make this one, Tom? Whose innocent life was cut short in order to elongate yours?"
"NO! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! HOW?"
Just as the Horcrux was about to answer him, Ginny burst into the room, brandishing her wand.
"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"
Lily and the book laughed coldly. "THAT LINE NO LONGER WORKS LIKE IT DID FOR YOUR MOTHER, INSOLENT GIRL…"
"Confringo!" yelled Ginny, hurling a fiery orb of destruction at the book. The book promptly emitted a forcefield and reflected the orb of fire back at her.
"Aguamenti!" Harry doused the fireball before it could reach his wife. "Auratus!"
A golden orb formed above Harry's head, gleaming and pulsating with powerful light. "Auratus Directo!" He aimed his wand at the book like a sniper rifle, ready to fire his magic missile at the Horcrux and destroy it –
"YOU CANNOT ESCAPE ME," roared Lily and the book. "I AM THE MOST POWERFUL HORCRUX EVER MADE. I AM IMMORTAL! A PART OF MY SOULD IS IMPLANTED IN EVERY COPY OF THIS SERIES OF VAMPIRE NOVELS! I HAVE MADE MUGGLES BOW TO MY WHIM. NOW I HAVE TAKEN YOUR DAUGHTER. THERE IS NO ESCAPE!"
Something clicked in Harry's brain that second. Vampire novel. He created a mass Horcrux. I must destroy the books.
"Ginny, grab my hand, we're going to New York City's publishing district!"
"Wha – ?"
Harry took his wife by the arm and pulled. The world around them began to spin and undulate, like a vortex….