Chapter 750: You Will Die!!
The moment they stepped into the passage, noise hit them from all sides.
"Darren!"
"Harry!"
"You're back!"
"We can fight now!"
Voices overlapped, excited, almost disbelieving. The room opened up into a wide hidden space—tents patched together in bright colors, dim lamps hanging overhead, faces everywhere. More than twenty people crowded around them.
Beds, radios, broomsticks scattered about.
Red, blue, yellow—
Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff.
Not a trace of Slytherin green.
Neville spread his arms proudly. "What do you think?"
Ron looked around, genuinely impressed. "This is insane… the Room of Requirement never worked this hard before."
Harry barely heard him.
His scar flared—sharp, blinding.
The world tilted.
—
He was somewhere else.
A cave. Green water. Cold air.
Voldemort stood before an empty basin, staring at it like he wanted to tear reality apart.
The Horcrux—gone.
Rage flooded everything.
—
Harry gasped, the pain dragging him back.
"Harry!"
Darren's voice cut through it.
Harry blinked, breathing hard. Darren was right in front of him, eyes slightly red, full of concern.
For a second, Harry just looked at him.
Then—
something twisted inside.
Voldemort's face.
Red eyes.
Blood.
Their parents falling—
And Darren—
That same blood.
Harry stepped back before he even realized it.
Just a small step.
But enough.
Darren's expression flickered. Hurt—quick, but real.
Harry looked away, like he hadn't seen it.
He turned to Neville instead.
"We don't have time. We're here for something important. I can't explain right now."
Neville leaned forward. "Then at least tell us what you're planning."
Harry shook his head. "I can't—"
"We can tell them."
Darren's voice cut in calmly.
Harry frowned, but Darren continued.
"They've been fighting all year. I didn't tell them anything before, but they still stood their ground. That's enough."
Around them, voices immediately rose again—
"We're with you!"
"We won't betray you!"
"We've always been here!"
Neville grinned. "We were Dumbledore's Army… now we're Darren's Army."
Harry felt his headache getting worse.
Too loud.
Too many people.
Too much time wasted.
Darren spoke again, clear and direct.
"We're looking for something. A crown. Ravenclaw's crown."
The room quieted a little.
"A crown?" Luna tilted her head, thoughtful.
"I don't know where it is," she said softly, "but I can take you to the common room. Maybe you'll find something there."
Only then did Darren seem to really notice her.
"You're here? I thought you were with Bill."
Luna smiled faintly. "After you left Gringotts, we knew you wouldn't come back soon… so we returned."
She added lightly, "Ginny's here too. She was in the bathroom."
Darren turned—
And saw her.
Ginny was standing a few steps away, arms tight at her sides. Her expression wasn't simple anger—it was worry, fear, relief all tangled together.
"You couldn't even say goodbye?" she said, voice shaking. "We woke up to a note. Do you know what we thought?"
Darren didn't answer.
"You went to rob Gringotts?" she continued, almost breaking. "Do you have any idea what that means? You're going to die!"
Darren gave a small, helpless smile. "I'm sorry."
"That's exactly it!" she snapped. "You just say sorry and expect us to accept it—like it's nothing!"
Her voice cracked.
Then suddenly she stepped forward and hugged him tightly.
"Just come back alive," she whispered. "Lie to me if you want, disappear again if you have to… just—be alive tonight. Okay?"
Darren's expression softened.
He held her back.
"I promise."
She didn't let go immediately.
Ron looked away with a grimace. "He already promised. Why are you still crying?"
There was something bitter in his tone.
Ginny ignored him.
Harry didn't.
"Enough," he said sharply. "We need to move."
Darren hesitated for a moment, then gently pulled away.
"I'm sorry," he told Ginny again, quieter this time. "Take care."
Then he turned and followed Harry.
Ginny stood there, watching his back.
Something uneasy settled in her chest.
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'Story is coming to its climax , soon it will all be over ,
This chaotic adventure,
I.. i really enjoyed it in my own messed up way i guess
But i guess time to say goodbye is near . I don't ..
I don't know what am i doing anymore,
Is this perhaps guilt ,
I need to ....'
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They followed Luna through the corridors toward Ravenclaw Tower.
At the entrance, Harry knocked instinctively.
The bronze eagle knocker spoke instead.
"Which came first—the phoenix or the flame?"
Luna looked at Darren.
Darren paused, then said quietly, "A cycle. One gives rise to the other."
There was a soft click.
"Reasonable. You may enter."
The door opened.
Inside, the common room was wide and circular, high windows draped in blue and silver. The ceiling shimmered like a night sky.
At the center stood a statue—
A woman, crowned.
"Extraordinary wit is the greatest treasure of man."
Harry barely had time to take it in.
A voice cut through the silence.
"Unlucky."
A wand pressed against his head.
Alecto Carrow.
She smiled, almost delighted.
"The Dark Lord was right. You came back."
Her eyes flicked toward Darren.
"This time… even you won't be spared."
Harry's scar exploded with pain.
He felt it instantly—
Voldemort's awareness.
His excitement.
And then—
a cold, clear command:
"No need to spare Darren Potter anymore."