Chapter 11

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"This can't be right," Harry said, flipping through one of the Horcrux books

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"This can't be right," Harry said, flipping through one of the Horcrux books.

Hermione looked up from hers, Fractured Souls. "What can't be right?"

Ron was dozing off to the side, leaning against the headboard of the bed he sat on, one of the other Horcrux books open on his lap. She rolled her eyes.

"It says here the only way to destroy a Horcrux is with Fiendfyre," Harry peered at her and scratched the stubble that had grown over his jaw in the past week. "But the Basilisk tooth did the job with the diary. And how do you suppose Dumbledore destroyed the ring? Or Regulus the locket?"

"We don't actually know if Regulus destroyed the locket. And remember, these books may not necessarily be complete. They're just describing what was known about Horcruxes at the time. In here," she pointed to the pages of her book, "it says that if a living being is made into a Horcrux, then when it dies the Horcrux is destroyed."

Hermione wondered if Malfoy would have any insight into the locket. Regulus was related to him, but Malfoy was born after Regulus died. And a traitor to Voldemort wouldn't exactly be advertising the existence of a stolen or destroyed Horcrux. Frustrated, she blew air out between her lips.

Harry furrowed his brow. "Why would anyone make a living being a Horcrux? Doesn't that defeat the purpose?"

"You'd think so," Hermione agreed. "But apparently it creates a connection between the two beings. It gives the Horcrux maker some amount of control and the ability to possess the other."

Harry's eyes widened as an idea suddenly came to him.

"Nagini!"

"You-Know-Who's snake?" Hermione asked, confused as to why Harry was bringing it up.

"Yes!" he said excitedly. "He can control her!"

Ron released a loud snore. Harry and Hermione shared an amused glance and then lowered their voices so as not to wake him.

"But he's a Parseltongue, isn't he?" She was unsure where Harry was heading with the focus on Nagini. "You can control snakes by speaking Parseltongue to them."

"No I can't, I can only talk to them. They may or may not do what I tell them." His voice took on a superior tone. "They've got feelings too, you know. Maybe you need to start a Society for the Protection of Evil Horcruxes." He grinned at her. "SPEH. It's the sound one makes after they SPEW. A natural progression."

"I'll be sure to make buttons. Two Knuts each for a membership," Hermione's lips twitched in a smile. "So that's it then? Nagini, the locket, the diadem and the cup." The books Madam Pince sent them earlier on Founders' artifacts coupled with pilfered historical records from one of Kingsley's informants had been invaluable to their search. Her grin widened. She felt relieved now that their task wasn't so open ended. Four objects and then they could finish off Voldemort.

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