The Horcrux at Grimmauld Place

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26th April 2021

Hi! Another update yay. This one is actually quite long (for my standards anyway) As you can tell, I don't really like Dumbledore. Also, I can't write relationships, and I think the spelling of Horocrux (?) Has changed many times during this. EDIT: I now know the spelling, thanks to BlumstenthAccount (It's horcrux)

"So. Who decided on the amazing decor?" Percy asked as we trooped up the stairs after Dumbledore, Sirius and Moody. The rest of the wizards were in the kitchen.

Sirius scowled. "My mother."

"Why did she go for the 'stuffed heads on the wall' look?" Percy continued, "Surely photographs would look nicer."

"That's what I thought," Sirius said gloomily, "But she does have a giant painting of herself that screams all the time. Now I think about it, it's a wonder why she has been so quiet."

"Enough chat, you three. You will wake up the kids," Moody said.

I scowled and glared at his back. I hadn't even spoken! Anyway, I had a feeling that the kids would be awake anyway. Harry probably would have woken them up and told them about our arrival. If the younger campers at camp were anything to go by, they were probably even finding a way to listen to our conversation right now.

A few moments later, we arrived on the corridor on the second floor. Three rooms came of it, one with the door ajar. I could hear whispered voices coming from it, a cracking sound and then a muffled yell, as if someone had just been slapped.

"Yeah. It seems like the kids are awake," I said drily.

Sirius rolled his eyes and walked in, closing the door behind him. Moody continued upstairs, but I didn't know why

Dumbledore remained as quiet as ever, but stayed in the stairwell with me and Percy.

I had a headache forming, but I ignored it. Now was not the time to be complaining, I needed to find the soul and go back to camp as quickly as possible.

"Do you think it will be in there?" Percy whispered.

I shrugged. " I doubt it. A child would have to be very strong - and stupid to have part of someone else's soul, as well as their own in their body. When you grow older, your soul gets slightly smaller, mostly because of old age, but some people say it's because you lose trust in things. Like believing in fairies or magic. - obviously not a problem for magic users. So it would be very difficult to get another soul in them, along with their own."

Somehow, Percy managed to follow what I was saying, which I would have found impossibly complicated.

"But it still could be in there," He argued.

"Ok," I sighed. I turned to Dumbledore, who had been listening in to our conversation. Rude.

"That was interesting. What you just said about souls. So you really believe that a horcrux can't go into a child?" He said, his eyes boring holes into my skull. Not literally though, that would be painful.

I stared right back at him "No. A horcrux can go into a child, it is just difficult. It would be easier the more times the soul had been split, because the soul piece would be smaller."

He looked away. "Strange how a child knows so much about soul-splitting, and you claim you are 85."

I caught on the unsaid words. Is the only reason that you know about them is because you have them?