Nico Di Angelo son of Voldemort

End Of The Half-Blood Prince (Book)

"Harry!"
He turned. Rufus Scrimgeour was limping rapidly towards him around the bank, leaning on his walking stick. "I've been hoping to have a word...do you mind if I walk a little way with you?"
"No," said Harry indifferently, and set off again.

"Harry, this was a dreadful tragedy, I cannot tell you how appalled I was to hear of it. Dumbledore was a very great wizard. We had our disagreements, as you know, but no one knows better than I-"

"What do you want?" asked Harry flatly.

"You are, of course, devastated, I know that you were very close to Dumbledore. I think you may have been his favorite ever pupil. The bond between the two of you -"

"What do you want?" Harry repeated, coming to a halt.
"The word is that you were with him when he left the school the night that he died."
"Whose word?"said Harry.
"Somebody Stupefied a Death Eater on top of the Tower after Dumbledore died. There were also two broomsticks up there. The Ministry can add two and two, Harry."

"Glad to hear it, Well, where I went with Dumbledore and what we did is my business. He didn't want people to know."
"Such loyalty is admirable, of course, but Dumbledore is gone, Harry. He's gone."

"He will only be gone from the school when none here are loyal to him," said Harry, smiling in spite of himself.
"My dear boy...even Dumbledore cannot return from the-"
"I am not saying he can. You wouldn't understand. But I've got nothing to tell you."
"The Ministry can offer you all sorts of protection, you know, Harry. I would be delighted to place a couple of my Aurors at your service -"

"Voldemort wants to kill me himself and Aurors won't stop him. So thanks for the offer, but no thanks."
"So," said Scrimgeour, his voice cold now, "the request I made of you at Christmas -"
"What request? Oh yeah...the one where I tell the world what a great job you're doing in exchange for —"
"- for raising everyone's morale!" snapped Scrimgeour.
"Released Stan Shunpike yet?"

"I see you are -"
"Dumbledore's man through and through, That's right."

Scrimgeour glared at him for another moment, then turned and limped away without another word. Harry turned and walked slowly on, waiting for his friends to catch up, which they finally did in the shade of a beech tree under which they had sat in happier times.

"What did Scrimgeour want?" Hermione whispered.
"Same as he wanted at Christmas, Wanted me to give him inside information on Dumbledore and be the Ministry's new poster boy."

"I can't bear the idea that we might never come back." she said softly. "How can Hogwarts close?"
"Maybe it won't," said Ron. "We're not in any more danger here than we are at home, are we? Every where's the same now. I'd even say Hogwarts is safer, there are more wizards inside to defend the place. What d'you reckon, Harry?"

"I'm not coming back even if it does reopen,"

" I knew you were going to say that. But then what will you do? Hermione said.
"I'm going back to the Dursleys' once more, because Dumbledore wanted me to, But it'll be a short visit, and then I'll be gone for good."

"But where will you go if you don't come back to school?"

"I thought I might go back to Godric's Hollow, For me, it started there, all of it. I've just got a feeling I need to go there. And I can visit my parents' graves, I'd like that."
"And then what?" said Ron.
"Then I've got to track down the rest of the Horcruxes and Riddle, haven't I? That's what he wanted me to do, that's why he told me all about them. If Dumbledore was right - with one more -there are still five of them out there. I've got to find them and destroy them and then I've got to go after Nico and kill him, then after the eight bit of Voldemort's soul, the bit that's still in his body, and I'm the one who's going to kill them." (He doesn't know he's a horcrux too)

"We'll be there, Harry," said Ron.
"What? At your aunt and uncle's house, And then we'll go with you, wherever you're going."
"No -"
"You said to us once before, that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time, haven't we?" said Hermione quietly.
"We're with you whatever happens, But, mate, you're going to have to come round my mum and dad's house before we do anything else, even Godric's Hollow."
"Why?"
"Bill and Fleur's wedding, remember?"

"Yeah, we shouldn't miss that," he said finally.

His hand closed automatically around the fake Horcrux, but in spite of everything, in spite of the dark and twisting path he saw stretching ahead for himself, in spite of the final meeting with Voldemort and Nico, he knew must come, whether in a month, in a year, or in ten, he felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace left to enjoy with Ron and Hermione.