Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince 27

But you obviously know all about them, sir? I mean, a wizard like you sorry, I mean, if you cant tell me, obviously I just knew if anyone could tell me, you could so I just thought Id

It was very well done, thought Harry, the hesitancy, the casual tone, the careful flattery, none of it overdone. He, Harry, had had too much experience of trying to wheedle information out of reluctant people not to recognize a master at work. He could tell that Riddle wanted the information very, very much; perhaps had been working toward this moment for weeks.

Well, said Slughorn, not looking at Riddle, but fiddling with the ribbon on top of his box of crystallized pineapple, well, it cant hurt to give you an overview, of course. Just so that you understand t he term. A Horcrux is the word used for an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul.

I dont quite understand how that works, though, sir, said Riddle.

His voice was carefully controlled, but Harry could sense his excitement.

Well, you split your soul, you see, said Slughorn, and hide part of it in an object outside the body. Then, even if ones body is attacked or destroyed, one cannot die, for part of the soul remains earthbound and undamaged. But of course, existence in such a form

Slughorns face crumpled and Harry found himself remembering words he had heard nearly two years before: I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost but still, I was alive.

few would want it, Tom, very few. Death would be preferable.

But Riddles hunger was now apparent; his expression was greedy, he could no longer hide his longing.

How do you split your soul?

Well, said Slughorn uncomfortably, you must understand that the soul is supposed to remain intact and whole. Splitting n it I an act of violation, it is against nature.

But how do you do it?

By an act of evil the supreme act of evil. By commiting murder. Killing rips the soul apart. The wizard intent upon creating a Horcrux would use the damage to his advantage: He would encase the torn portion

Encase? But how ?

There is a spell, do not ask me, I dont know! said Slughoin shaking his head like an old elephant bothered by mosquitoes. Do I look as though I have tried it do I look like a killer?

No, sir, of course not, said Riddle quickly. Im sorry I didnt mean to offend

Not at all, not at all, not offended, said Slughorn gruffly, It is natural to feel some curiosity about these things Wizards of a certain caliber have always been drawn to that aspect of magic

Yes, sir, said Riddle. What I dont understand, though just out of curiosity I mean, would one Horcrux be much use? Can you only split your soul once? Wouldnt it be better, make you stronger, to have your soul in more pieces, I mean, for instance, isnt seven the most powerfully magical number, wouldnt seven ?

Merlins beard, Tom! yelped Slughorn. Seven! Isnt it bad enough to think of killing one person? And in any case bad enough to divide the soul but to rip it into seven pieces

Slughorn looked deeply troubled now: He was gazing at Riddle as though he had never seen him plainly before, and Harry could tell that he was regretting entering into the conversation at all.

Of course, he muttered, this is all hypothetical, what were discussing, isnt it? All academic

Yes, sir, of course, said Riddle quickly.

But all the same, Tom keep it quiet, what Ive told thats to say, what weve discussed. People wouldnt like to think weve been chatting about Horcruxes. Its a banned subject at Hogwarts, you know Dumbledores particularly fierce about it

I wont say a word, sir, said Riddle, and he left, but not before Harry had glimpsed his face, which was full of that same wild happiness it had worn when he had first found out that he was a wizard, the sort of happiness that did not enhance his handsome features, but made them, somehow, less human

Thank you, Harry, said Dumbledore quietly. Let us go

When Harry landed back on the office floor Dumbledore was ; already sitting down behind his desk. Harry sat too and waited for Dumbledore to speak.

I have been hoping for this piece of evidence for a very long time, said Dumbledore at last. It confirms the theory on which I have been working, it tells me that I am right, and also how very far there is still to go

Harry suddenly noticed that every single one of the old headmasters and headmistresses in the portraits around the walls was awake and listening in on their conversation. A corpulent, red nosed wizard had actually taken out an ear trumpet.

Well, Harry, said Dumbledore, I am sure you understood the significance of what we just heard. At the same age as you are now, give or take a few months, Tom Riddle was doing all he could to find out how to make himself immortal.

You think he succeeded then, sir? asked Harry. He made a Horcrux? And thats why he didnt die when he attacked me? He had a Horcrux hidden somewhere? A bit of his soul was safe?

A bit or more, said Dumbledore. You heard Voldemort, what he particularly wanted from Horace was an opinion on what would happen to the wizard who created more than one Horcrux, what would happen to the wizard so determined to evade death that he would be prepared to murder many times, rip his soul repeatedly, so as to store it in many, separately concealed Horcruxc. No book would have given him that information. As far as I know as far, I am sure, as Voldemort knew no wizard had ever done more than tear his soul in two.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, marshaling his thought, and then said, Four years ago, I received what I considered certain proof that Voldemort had split his soul.

Where? asked Harry. How?

You handed it to me, Harry, said Dumbledore. The diary, Riddles diary, the one giving instructions on how to reopen the Chamber of Secrets.

I dont understand, sir, said Harry.

Well, although I did not see the Riddle who came out of the diary, what you described to me was a phenomenon I had never witnessed. A mere memory starting to act and think for itself? A mere memory, sapping the life out of the girl into whose hands it had fallen? No, something much more sinister had lived inside that book a fragment of soul, I was almost sure of it. The diary had been a Horcrux. But this raised as many questions as it answered. What intrigued and alarmed me most was that that diary had been intended as a weapon as much as a safeguard.

I still dont understand, said Harry.

Well, it worked as a Horcrux is supposed to work in other words, the fragment of soul concealed inside it was kept safe and had undoubtedly played its part in preventing the death of its owner. But there could be no doubt that Riddle really wanted that diary read, wanted the piece of his soul to inhabit or possess somebody else, so that Slytherins monster would be unleashed again.

Well, he didnt want his hard work to be wasted, said Harry. He wanted people to know he was Slytherins heir, because he couldnt take credit at the time.

Quite correct, said Dumbledore, nodding. But dont you see, Harry, that if he intended the diary to be passed to, or planted on, some future Hogwarts student, he was being remarkably blase about that precious fragment of his soul concealed within it. The point of a Horcrux is, as Professor Slughorn explained, to keep part of the self hidden and safe, not to fling it into somebody elses path and run the risk that they might destroy it as indeed happened: That particular fragment of soul is no more; you saw to that.

The careless way in which Voldemort regarded this Horcrux seemed most ominous to me. It suggested that he must have made or had been planning to make more Horcruxes, so that the loss of his first would not be so detrimental. I did not wish to believe it, but nothing else seemed to make sense. Then you told me, two years later, that on the night that Voldemort returned to his body, he made a most illuminating and alarming statement to his Death Eaters. I who have gone further than anybody along the path that leads to immortality. That was what you told me he said. Further than anybody! And I thought I knew what that meant, though the Death Eaters did not. He was referring to his Horcruxes, Horcruxes in the plural, Harry, which I dont believe any other wizard has ever had. Yet it fitted: Lord Voldomort has seemed to grow less human with the passing years, and the transformation he had undergone seemed to me to be only explainable if his soul was mutilated beyond the realms of what we might call usual evil

So hes made himself impossible to kill by murdering other people? said Harry. Why couldnt he make a Sorcerers Stone, or steal one, if he was so interested in immortality?

Well, we know that he tried to do just that, five years ago, s;nl Dumbledore. But there are several reasons why, I think, a Sorcerers Stone would appeal less than Horcruxes to Lord Voldemort,

While the Elixir of Life does indeed extend life, it must lie drunk regularly, for all eternity, if the drinker is to maintain the immortality. Therefore, Voldemort would be entirely dependant on the Elixir, and if it ran out, or was contaminated, or if the Stone was stolen, he would die just like any other man. Voldemort likes to operate alone, remember. I believe that he would have found the thought of being dependent, even on the Elixir, intolerable. Of course he was prepared to drink it if it would take him out of the horrible part-life to which he was condemned after attacking you, but only to regain a body. Thereafter, I am convinced, he intended to continue to rely on his Horcruxes. He would need nothing more, if only he could regain a human form. He was already immortal, you see or as close to immortal as any man can be. But now, Harry, armed with this information, the crucial memory you have succeeded in procuring for us, we are closer to the secret of finishing Lord Voldemort than anyone has ever been before. You heard him, Harry: Wouldnt it be better, make you stronger, to have your soul in more pieces isnt seven the most powerfully magical number Isnt seven the most powerfully magical number. Yes, I think the idea of a seven-part soul would greatly appeal to Lord Voldemort.

He made seven Horcruxes? said Harry, horror-struck, while several of the portraits on the walls made similar noises of shock mid outrage. But they could be anywhere in the world hidden buried or invisible

I am glad to see you appreciate the magnitude of the problem, said Dumbledore calmly. But firstly, no, Harry, not seven Horcruxes: six. The seventh part of his soul, however maimed, resides inside his regenerated body. That was the part of him that lived a spectral existence for so many years during his exile; without that, he has no self at all. That seventh piece of soul will be the last that anybody wishing to kill Voldemort must attack the piece that lives in his body.

But the six Horcruxes, then, said Harry, a little desperately, how are we supposed to find them?

You are forgetting you have already destroyed one of them. And I have destroyed another.

You have? said Harry eagerly.

Yes indeed, said Dumbledore, and he raised his blackened, burned-looking hand. The ring, Harry. Marvolos ring. And a terrible curse there was upon it too. Had it not been forgive me the lack of seemly modesty for my own prodigious skill, and for Professor Snapes timely action when I returned to Hogwarts, desperately injured, I might not have lived to tell the tale. However, a withered hand does not seem an unreasonable exchange for a seventh of Voldemorts soul. The ring is no longer a Horcrux.

But how did you find it?

Well, as you now know, for many years I have made it my business to discover as much as I can about Voldemorts past life. I have traveled widely, visiting those places he once knew. I stumbled across the ring hidden in the ruin of the Gaunts house. It seem that once Voldemort had succeeded in sealing a piece of his soul in side it, he did not want to wear it anymore. He hid it, protected by many powerful enchantments, in the shack where his ancestors had once lived (Morfin having been carted off to Azkaban, of course), never guessing that I might one day take the trouble to visit the ruin, or that I might be keeping an eye open for traces of magical concealment.

However, we should not congratulate ourselves too heartily. You destroyed the diary and I the ring, but if we are right in our theory of a seven-part soul, four Horcruxes remain.

And they could be anything? said Harry. They could be oh, in tin cans or, I dunno, empty potion bottles

You are thinking of Portkeys, Harry, which must be ordinary objects, easy to overlook. But would Lord Voldemort use tin cans or old potion bottles to guard his own precious soul? You are forgetting what I have showed you. Lord Voldemort liked to collect trophies, and he preferred objects with a powerful magical history His pride, his belief in his own superiority, his determination to carve for himself a startling place in magical history; these things, suggest to me that Voldemort would have chosen his Horcruxr with some care, favoring objects worthy of the honor.

The diary wasnt that special.

The diary, as you have said yourself, was proof that he was the Hire of Slytherin. I am sure that Voldemort considered it of stupendous importance.

So, the other Horcruxes? said Harry. Do you think you know what they are, sir?

I can only guess, said Dumbledore. For the reasons I have already given, I believe that Lord Voldemort would prefer objects that, in themselves, have a certain grandeur. I have therefore trawled back through Voldemorts past to see if I can find evidence that such artifacts have disappeared around him.

The locket! said Harry loudly, Hufflepuffs cup!

Yes, said Dumbledore, smiling, I would be prepared to bet perhaps not my other hand but a couple of fingers, that they became Horcruxes three and four. The remaining two, assuming again that he created a total of six, are more of a problem, but I will hazard a guess that, having secured objects from Hufflepuff and Slytherin, he set out to track down objects owned by Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Four objects from the four founders would, I am sure, have exerted a powerful pull over Voldemorts imagination. I cannot answer for whether he ever managed to find anything of Ravenclaws. I am confident, however, that the only known relic of Gryffindor remains safe.

Dumbledore pointed his blackened fingers to the wall behind him, where a ruby-encrusted sword reposed within a glass case.

Do you think thats why he really wanted to come back to Hogwarts, sir? said Harry. To try and find something from one of the other founders?

My thoughts precisely, said Dumbledore. But unfortunately, that does not advance us much further, for he was turned away, or so I believe, without the chance to search the school. I am forced to conclude that he never fulfilled his ambition of collecting four founders objects. He definitely had two he may have found three that is the best we can do for now.

Even if he got something of Ravenclaws or of Gryffindors, that leaves a sixth Horcrux, said Harry, counting on his fingers. Unless hes got both?

I dont think so, said Dumbledore. I think I know what the sixth Horcrux is. I wonder what you will say when I confess that I have been curious for a while about the behavior of the snake, Nagini?

The snake? said Harry, startled. You can use animals as Horcruxes?

Well, it is inadvisable to do so, said Dumbledore, because to confide a part of your soul to something that can think and move for itself is obviously a very risky business. However, if my calculations are correct, Voldemort was still at least one Horcrux short of his goal of six when he entered your parents house with the intention of killing you. He seems to have reserved the process of making Horcruxes for particularly significant deaths. You would certainly have been that. He believed that in killing you, he was destroying the danger the prophecy had outlined. He believed he was making himself invincible. I am sure that he was intending to make his final Horcrux with your death. As we know, he failed. After an interval of some years, however, he used Nagini to kill an old Muggle man, and it might then have occurred to him to turn her into his last Horcrux. She underlines the Slytherin connection, which enhances Lord Voldemorts mystique; I think he is perhaps as fond of her as he can be of anything; he certainly likes to keep her close, and he seems to have an unusual amount of control over her, even for a Parselmouth.

So, said Harry, the diarys gone, the rings gone. The cup, the locket, and the snake are still intact, and you think there might be a Horcrux that was once Ravenclaws or Gryffindors?

An admirably succinct and accurate summary, yes, said Dumbledore, bowing his head.

So are you still looking for them, sir? Is that where youve been going when youve been leaving the school?

Correct, said Dumbledore. I have been looking for a very long time. I think perhaps I may be close to finding another one. There are hopeful signs.

And if you do, said Harry quickly, can I come with you and help get rid of it?

Dumbledore looked at Harry very intently for a moment before saying, Yes, I think so.

I can? said Harry, thoroughly taken aback.

Oh yes, said Dumbledore, smiling slightly. I think you have earned that right.

Harry felt his heart lift. It was very good not to hear words of caution and protection for once. The headmasters and headmistresses around the walls seemed less impressed by Dumbledores decision; Harry saw a few of them shaking their heads and Phineas Nigellus actually snorted.

Does Voldemort know when a Horcrux is destroyed, sir? Can he feel it? Harry asked, ignoring the portraits.

A very interesting question, Harry. I believe not. I believe that Voldemort is now so immersed in evil, and these crucial parts of himself have been detached for so long, he does not feel as we do. Perhaps, at the point of death, he might be aware of his loss but he was not aware, for instance, that the diary had been destroyed until he forced the truth out of Lucius Malfoy. When Voldemort discovered that the diary had been mutilated and robbed of all its powers, I am told that his anger was terrible to behold.

But I thought he meant Lucius Malfoy to smuggle it into Hogwarts?

Yes, he did, years ago, when he was sure he would be able to create more Horcruxes, but still Lucius was supposed to wait for Voldemorts say-so, and he never received it, for Voldemort vanished shortly after giving him the diary. No doubt he thought that Lucius would not dare do anything with the Horcrux other than guard it carefully, but he was counting too much upon Luciuss fear of a master who had been gone for years and whom Lucius believed dead. Of course, Lucius did not know what the diary really was. I understand that Voldemort had told him the diary would cause the Chamber of Secrets to reopen because it was cleverly enchanted. Had Lucius known he held a portion of his masters soul in his hands, he would undoubtedly have treated it with more reverence but instead he went ahead and carried out the old plan for his own ends. By planting the diary upon Arthur Weasleys daughter, he hoped to discredit Arthur and get rid of a highly incriminating magical object in one stroke. Ah, poor Lucius what with Voldemorts fury about the fact that he threw away the Horcrux for his own gain, and the fiasco at the Ministry last year, I would not be surprised if he is not secretly glad to be safe in Azkaban at the moment.

Harry sat in thought for a moment, then asked, So if all of his Horcruxes are destroyed, Voldemort couldbe killed?

Yes, I think so, said Dumbledore. Without his Horcruxes, Voldemort will be a mortal man with a maimed and diminished soul. Never forget, though, that while his soul may be damaged beyond repair, his brain and his magical powers remain intact. It will take uncommon skill and power to kill a wizard like Voldemort even without his Horcruxes.

But I havent got uncommon skill and power, said Harry, before he could stop himself.

Yes, you have, said Dumbledore firmly. You have a power that Voldemort has never had. You can

I know! said Harry impatiently. I can love! It was only with difficulty that he stopped himself adding, Big deal!

Yes, Harry, you can love, said Dumbledore, who looked as though he knew perfectly well what Harry had just refrained from saying. Which, given everything that has happened to you, is a great and remarkable thing. You are still too young to understand how unusual you are, Harry.

So, when the prophecy says that Ill have power the Dark Lord knows not, it just means love? asked Harry, feeling a little let down.

Yes just love, said Dumbledore. But Harry, never forget that what the prophecy says is only significant because Voldemort made it so. I told you this at the end of last year. Voldemort singled you out as the person who would be most dangerous to him and in doing so, he made you the person who would be most dangerous to him!

But it comes to the same

No, it doesnt! said Dumbledore, sounding impatient now. Pointing at Harry with his black, withered hand, he said, You are setting too much store by the prophecy!

But, spluttered Harry, but you said the prophecy means

If Voldemort had never heard of the prophecy, would it have been fulfilled? Would it have meant anything? Of course not! Ho you think every prophecy in the Hall of Prophecy has been fulfilled?

But, said Harry, bewildered, but last year, you said one of us would have to kill the other

Harry, Harry, only because Voldemort made a grave error, and acted on Professor Trelawneys words! If Voldemort had never murdered your father, would he have imparted in you a furious desire for revenge? Of course not! If he had not forced your mother to die for you, would he have given you a magical protection he could not penetrate? Of course not, Harry! Dont you see? Voldemort himself created his worst enemy, just as tyrants everywhere do! Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress? All of them realize that, one day, amongst their many victims, there is sure to be one who rises against them and strikes back! Voldemort is no different! Always he was on the lookout for the one who would challenge him. He heard the prophecy and he leapt into action, with the result that he not only handpicked the man most likely to finish him, he handed him uniquely deadly weapons!


It is essential that you understand this! said Dumbledore, standing up and striding about the room, his glittering robes swooshing in his wake; Harry had never seen him so agitated. By attempting to kill you, Voldemort himself singled out the remarkable person who sits here in front of me, and gave him the tools for the job! It is Voldemorts fault that you were able to see into his thoughts, his ambitions, that you even understand the snakelike language in which he gives orders, and yet, Harry, despite your privileged insight into Voldemorts world (which, incidentally, is a gift any Death Eater would kill to have), you have never been seduced by the Dark Arts, never, even for a second, shown the slightest desire to become one of Voldemorts followers!

Of course I havent! said Harry indignantly. He killed my mum and dad!

You are protected, in short, by your ability to love! said Dumbledore loudly. The only protection that can possibly work against the lure of power like Voldemorts! In spite of all the temptation you have endured, all the suffering, you remain pure of heart, just as pure as you were at the age of eleven, when you stared into a mirror that reflected your hearts desire, and it showed you only the way to thwart Lord Voldemort, and not immortality or riches. Harry, have you any idea how few wizards could have seen what you saw in that mirror? Voldemort should have known then what he was dealing with, but he did not! But he knows it now. You have flitted into Lord Voldemorts mind without damage to yourself, but he cannot possess you without enduring mortal agony, as he discovered in the Ministry. I do not think he understands why, Harry, but then, he was in such a hurry to mutilate his own soul, he never paused to understand the incomparable power of a soul that is untarnished and whole.

But, sir, said Harry, making valiant efforts not to sound argumentative, it all comes to the same thing, doesnt it? Ive got to try and kill him, or

Got to? said Dumbledore. Of course youve got to! But not because of the prophecy! Because you, yourself, will never rest until youve tried! We both know it! Imagine, please, just for a moment, that you had never heard that prophecy! How would you feel about Voldemort now? Think!

Harry watched Dumbledore striding up and down in front ol him, and thought. He thought of his mother, his father, and Sinus. He thought of Cedric Diggory. He thought of all the terrible deeds he knew Lord Voldemort had done. A flame seemed to leap inside his chest, searing his throat.

Id want him finished, said Harry quietly. And Id want to do it.

Of course you would! cried Dumbledore. You see, the prophecy does not mean you have to do anything! But the prophecy caused Lord Voldemort to mark you as his equal In other words, you are free to choose your way, quite free to turn your back on the prophecy! But Voldemort continues to set store by the prophecy. He will continue to hunt you which makes it certain, really, that

That one of us is going to end up killing the other, said Harry. Yes.

But he understood at last what Dumbledore had been trying to tell him. It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents that there was all the difference in the world.



CHAPTER 24: Sectumsempra



Exhausted but delighted with his nights work, Harry told Ron and Hermione everything that had happened during next mornings Charms lesson (having first cast the Muffliato spell upon those nearest them). They were both satisfyingly impressed by the way he had wheedled the memory out of Slughorn and positively awed when he told them about Voldemorts Horcruxes and Dumbledores promise to take Harry along, should he find another one.

Wow, said Ron, when Harry had finally finished telling them everything; Ron was waving his wand very vaguely in the direction of the ceiling without paying the slightest bit of attention to what he was doing. Wow. Youre actually going to go with Dumbledore and try and destroy wow.

Ron, youre making it snow, said Hermione patiently, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his wand away from the ceiling from which, sure enough, large white flakes had started to fall. Lavender Brown, Harry noticed, glared at Hermione from a neighboring table through very red eyes, and Hermione immediately let go of Rons arm.

Oh yeah, said Ron, looking down at his shoulders in vague surprise. Sorry looks like weve all got horrible dandruff now

He brushed some of the fake snow off Hermiones shoulder Lavender burst into tears. Ron looked immensely guilty and turned his back on her.

We split up, he told Harry out of the corner of his mouth, Last night. When she saw me coming out of the dormitory with Hermione. Obviously she couldnt see you, so she thought it had just been the two of us.

Ah, said Harry. Well you dont mind its over, do you?, No, Ron admitted. It was pretty bad while she was yelling, but at least I didnt have to finish it.

Coward, said Hermione, though she looked amused. Well, it was a bad night for romance all around. Ginny and Dean split up too, Harry.

Harry thought there was a rather knowing look in her eye as she told him that, but she could not possibly know that his insides were suddenly dancing the conga. Keeping his face as immobile and his voice as indifferent as he could, he asked, How come?

Oh, something really silly She said he was always trying to help her through the portrait hole, like she couldnt climb in herself but theyve been a bit rocky for ages.

Harry glanced over at Dean on the other side of the classroom. He certainly looked unhappy.

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