Dark Repercussions

Chapter 13

Harry was sat in the sitting room in one of the many chairs, for once he wasn't planning or scheming, he was just sat reading. He was on one of the darkest books known to man Magick Moste Evile and it was incredibly interesting, he had read it before and there was a sequel which was incredibly rare and hard to come by, but his godfather was a Black so naturally he had got hold of a copy which was now in his trunk. He was reading the section on Horcruxes and, while an act of desperation, it was ingenious and for someone who had no plans on dying or nothing to hold out for it was perfect.

He knew there were draws backs to Horcruxes however, the other book went in to detail and Harry shuddered to think what would happen to someone who made too many. He would put it at a stretch to make one, he didn't know if he would bother when there were other ways to live forever and he didn't think he knew anyone who would crave immortality that much to resort to Horcruxes. Harry froze suddenly and slowly he blinked, he did know someone who would resort to Horcruxes and he was pretty sure he had; it was so obvious now. He looked up when Tom walked in and his eyes narrowed, the man glanced over and caught the narrowed stare and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?"

"How many?" Harry asked and Tom blinked,

"Excuse me?"

"I said, how many?"

"What are you talking about?" Tom demanded and Harry silently held up the book in his hands, Tom lost a bit of colour which no one would have noticed except Harry was an assassin and it was his job to notice things others didn't.

"I don't know what you mean,"

"Don't give me that bullshit," Harry said, "How many? You could not have made only one because that is not your style."

"You are speaking of something you have no idea about." Tom said, his tone going colder and Harry laughed without humour,

"I wouldn't be too sure about that. Continue that line of thought and I could mistake you for Dumbledore." Harry spat and Tom's eyes went in to slits.

"Do not push my limit."

"Do not lie to my face." Harry immediately countered, "Now how many?" Tom glared at him for a few moments before relenting,

"Fine, you incessant menace. I was aiming for seven but I never succeeded."

Harry stared at him utterly stunned, the man was actually insane, completely loopy, there was no other explanation. Surely no one would actually butcher themselves that much?

"You are out of your mind." Harry stated barely above a whisper, "You couldn't have possibly thought that would have been a good idea."

"Obviously I did," Tom drawled and Harry's eyes blazed.

"Of all the stupid and foolish things you have done, this has to be the most stupid on that list." Harry exclaimed, Tom pinned him with his most venomous look.

"You-,"

"There is absolutely nothing to say about this. Why in Merlin's name would you do that to yourself? Surely you must have realised what an insane idea that was?" Harry continued cutting Tom off, the Dark Lord was less than impressed with that and went to speak again but Harry was not having it.

"And lets not even begin on the side effects to such a drastic action. Do you have any idea what you did to yourself?"

"I did plenty of research," Tom snapped venomously, "Do not speak to me as if I did not know what I was doing."

"But that's it. You couldn't have possibly known what you were doing or, even you, wouldn't have done it. Not to the extent you did anyway." Harry threw back at him in equal venom, "The second book, Magick Moste Foul, only had like 6 copies made." Harry flared out his magic summoning the book to him, it slapped in to his hand and he flicked it open to a certain page.