The Secret of Horcruxes

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This my cousin Roesan Angela L. Chua

on her first birthday last

September 29, 2005. 

Hermione

"…the brightest witch

of your age."Remus Lupin

The Fourth Champion in the

Triwizard Tournament

Harry James Potter

"Sir, I wondered what you know about. . . about Horcruxes?’

Slughorn stared at him, his thick ringers absentmindedly clawing the stem of his wine glass.

"Project for Defense Against the Dark Arts, is it?"

But Harry could tell that Slughorn knew perfectly well that this was not schoolwork.

"Not exactly, sir," said Riddle. "I came across the term while reading and

I didn’t fully understand it."

"No . . . well. . . you’d be hard-pushed to find a book at Hogwarts that’ll

give you details on Horcruxes, Tom, that’s very Dark stuff, very Dark

indeed," said Slughorn.

"But you obviously know all about them, sir? I mean, a wizard like you

— sorry, I mean, if you can’t tell me, obviously — I just knew if anyone

could tell me, you could — so I just thought I’d –"

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 re-luctant 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 can’t 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 per-son has concealed part of their soul."

"I don’t 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 one’s 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 …"

Slughorn’s face crumpled and Harry found himself remember-ing 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 Riddle’s 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 don’t 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. "I’m sorry … I didn’t 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 don’t understand, though — just out of

curiosity — I mean, would one Horcrux be much use? Can you only split

your soul once? Wouldn’t it be better, make you stronger, to have your soul

in more pieces, I mean, for instance, isn’t seven the most powerfully magical

number, wouldn’t seven — ?"

"Merlin’s beard, Tom!" yelped Slughorn. "Seven! Isn’t 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 we’re discussing,

isn’t it? All academic . . ."

"Yes, sir, of course," said Riddle quickly.

"But all the same, Tom . . . keep it quiet, what I’ve told — that’s to say,

what we’ve discussed. People wouldn’t like to think we’ve been chatting

about Horcruxes. It’s a banned subject at Hogwarts, you know. . . .

Dumbledore’s particularly fierce about it. …"

"I won’t say a word, sir," said Riddle, and he left, but not before Harry had

glimpsed his face, which was full of that same wild hap-piness it had worn

when he had first found out that he was a wiz-ard, the sort of happiness that

did not enhance his handsome features, but made them, somehow, less

human. . . .