Last two months

Two months passed.

Two months of judicial hassle that led to nothing. The Blacks' money and Dumbledore's aura thwarted all of Amelia Bones' attempts to conduct a serious investigation into Sirius's death. However, she informed the press that Sirius and other Death Eaters had been condemned without trial, which sparked a controversy that Malfoy exploited to try to free about ten Death Eaters. Faced with the threat, Amelia Bones eventually allied with Dumbledore. In the end, all this only further discredited the ministry in the eyes of the public.

Two months of articles by Rita Skeeter spreading the wildest rumors about him. She had notably managed to uncover that he was a Parselmouth. But her articles were relegated to the back pages. For whatever reason, the Gazette preferred to praise him as a big-hearted hero. He suspected Dumbledore was behind it all. Unless it had something to do with the photo shoot that Fudge had asked him for and which he had accepted on the director's advice.

Two months of ostracism like he hadn't experienced since the second year. Now that he could no longer associate with Nott and no Hufflepuff dared to approach him, he was completely alone at Hogwarts. His only friend was now Scabbers, whom he had gotten into the habit of always having with him on his shoulder or in his pocket. Much to the dismay of Professor Snape, who did not appreciate some of his antics. Harry systematically defended him, but he wished the rat would stop mocking the Potions professor.

Two months during which his decision to leave the wizarding world once all this was over became firm. Nothing held him here anymore. Magic was wonderful. Flying on a broom, the best thing that had ever happened to him. But the wizarding society disgusted him. So it was with joy that on the day of his final exams, he went to Dumbledore's office, where he had been summoned.

Immediately he saw the Hufflepuff cup sitting in the center of the desk next to a basilisk fang. He wasted no time destroying the Horcrux.

He was thinking of leaving, but the director held him back to show him the memory of a ministry official. In the Pensieve, he saw him go to a shabby cabin to meet Voldemort's maternal grandfather. He was even crazier than Voldemort and had spent the entire memory boasting about the greatness of his lineage by showing off his two treasures: the Slytherin locket and the Gaunt ring. Two family relics with fabulous powers that had been passed down in his family for generations.

Once outside, Dumbledore showed him the memory where Slughorn had explained to Riddle what Horcruxes were. He didn't understand why Dumbledore wanted him to revisit this memory until he saw it. On Riddle's finger was the Gaunt ring.

Harry came out of the memory shouting:

The ring is the last Horcrux.

I think so too.

Do you think it's in the Nott's vault? Now that we know what we're looking for, we could use the same technique as for the cup.

I fear it won't work as well the second time. Anyway, after visualizing this memory, I tried to go to that cabin.In order to learn more. As I approached these woods, I immediately felt an intense concentration of dark magic.

Professor, I think we should go to that cabin.

Undoubtedly. Nevertheless, it is a bit late to go today. Tomorrow, when the other students have left Hogwarts to enjoy two months of well-deserved vacation, you will take your invisibility cloak and accompany me for one last school activity.

Then you will free me from Voldemort and I will be able to return to my parents. Harry almost shouted, so immense was his joy.

Yes Harry. I will free you. Replied the old man with visible weariness.

Harry told himself that he should make the effort to remember more often that he was very old. Despite appearances, all of this must be exhausting him. He left him quickly, concerned that he could rest.

He was unaware that, on the contrary, Dumbledore was considering all possible excuses to keep him there and thus avoid being alone with his thoughts. That evening, Dumbledore slept very poorly thinking about what he would have to do the next day...