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Chapter 746: I am Willing!!
Harry felt like he was standing in a dim, suffocating room.
All around him, people were kneeling.
In the center, a goblin trembled on the ground, barely able to hold itself up.
"What did you say? Say it again!"
The voice was sharp, furious, almost shaking.
The goblin stammered, "W-we tried to stop them… but Darren Potter was there… we couldn't stop him… and Griphook… he jumped down himself to protect Darren Potter…"
"Protect Darren Potter?" Voldemort let out a cold laugh. "So he died for him, and you call that protection?"
The goblin collapsed further.
"What about you? What did you protect?"
"Yes… Master… we deserve to die…"
"Good. Then tell me—what did they take?"
"A golden cup… a small golden cup…"
For a moment, everything went silent.
Then Voldemort's wand moved.
Green light flashed.
The goblin dropped dead.
Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy rushed out in panic, but Voldemort was already beyond control.
His wand slashed again and again.
Each strike—someone died.
When he finally stopped, the room was filled with bodies.
And yet—
his expression wasn't just anger.
There was something else.
Uncertainty.
"How much does Harry Potter know?" he muttered. "Does he know about the Horcruxes?"
His thoughts raced.
Dumbledore… that old man…
He ruined everything.
Ruined his bloodline… turned it into that ridiculous "holy father" thing… and now he was using Harry Potter to destroy the Horcruxes.
Voldemort's eyes darkened.
Darren Potter…
his bloodline....
For a second, Harry forgot to breathe.
Voldemort continued thinking, already moving on.
He needed to check the remaining Horcruxes.
The one at Hogwarts should still be safe.
Nagini must stay with him.
The others—
the cave.
Yes, the lake first.
At that moment, Nagini coiled around his feet.
The vision snapped.
Harry staggered back into himself.
Then he looked at Darren.
Everything suddenly made sense.
Why Dumbledore had always held something back.
Why Sirius had abandoned him at birth.
Why Darren could stand so close to Voldemort—and still be alive.
Because he was—
his bloodline.
Why. ...
Harry's chest tightened.
For a moment, a cold thought passed through him.
If this is true… then Darren is a threat.
If this is true… he should be—
He need to het rid...
He stopped.
Because Darren was looking at him.
And the only thing in Darren's eyes was concern.
"Brother? What's wrong?"
Harry's thoughts shattered.
Kill him?
No.
What he felt instead was panic.
If Darren finds out…
He won't accept it.
He won't fight it.
He'll choose to die.
Harry immediately looked away.
He lowered his head and forced himself to speak.
He told them everything he had just seen—
except that part.
Darren noticed.
It was obvious something was missing.
He almost asked.
But in the end, he didn't.
That silence hurt more than anything.
Harry knew it.
But he still couldn't say it.
Not this.
Darren took a breath and forced himself back to the main issue.
"Then it's clear," he said quietly. "Two Horcruxes left. One is Nagini. The other is at Hogwarts."
He stood up.
"We go now."
"We should plan first—" Hermione Granger began.
But both Harry and Darren shook their heads.
"There's no time," Harry said. "If he moves them, we lose everything."
Darren nodded. "We move immediately."
Darkness swallowed them as they apparated.
When they landed, cold air hit them instantly.
Hogsmeade.
Most shops were closed.
Only Three Broomsticks still had lights on.
A shout suddenly broke the silence.
A dozen wizards rushed out.
"Who's there?!"
Harry and the others tensed—
but Darren was already moving.
His wand flicked rapidly.
Within seconds, all of them were down.
"Quiet," Darren said. "I used Obliviate. Don't make noise."
They followed his lead, wiping the rest of the traces.
More patrols passed by in the distance.
Darren lowered his voice. "We need to get into Hogwarts—"
A cough interrupted him.
Then a voice called out, "Come here!"
They hesitated for a moment, then moved.
Inside the Hog's Head Inn, a Death Eater was arguing with the owner.
"Old man, what are you coughing for?"
The owner snapped back instantly, "You wake me up and I can't cough?"
"You think I won't—"
"Try," the owner said flatly. "Let's see how you explain losing your supply."
The Death Eater froze.
His tone softened. "If you see anything, report it."
The owner snorted.
Then he led Darren and the others inside.
"Basement. Not here."
They followed him down.
Harry hesitated, then asked quietly, "Last time… in the mirror… that was you?"
"Yes," the man muttered.
He handed them drinks.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione got butterbeer.
Cloudy.
Unclean.
Darren—
got lemon juice.
Clear.
Separate.
Harry froze for a second.
He remembered.
Fifth year.
Same place.
Same detail.
"Why?" Harry asked suddenly. "Why treat him differently?"
The man went silent.
Then muttered, irritated—
"Because i am willing!!"