This Old Agony 《Tom Riddle Fanfiction 》

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖔 𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

It seems that the bleeding became more frequent than I ever imagined—I believe that doesn't matter right now, does it?

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On 14 feb. 1940, Professor Horace Slughorn invited his students and their partners to a formal dinner in celebration of the day of love. Few have attended. I was one of them. It was a lovely dinner. That's what I thought.

I heard you speaking about Horcrux with the professor, which caught my foolish attention. I believed that it was rather stupid. It made barely any sense to me. Dividing your soul? Shouldn't that make the object more human than you? I couldn't grasp the idea of Horcrus ever since I read about it.

Out of boredom, I have read multiple books, which led me to discover the idea of an Horcrux. It was one of a few ways to provide some sort of eternity. In books, it is mentioned that the only two that have actually been used were Horcrux and Potion of Life. The rest were rather theoretical. I prefer to think that their usage wasn't recorded. However, they all had side effects. They flow from being controlled and difficult to distinguish to being painful and fully recognised. Horcrux is rather easier to make than the potion of life, due to the fact that the potion of life has close to impossible ingredients to fetch. It was a very interesting piece of information. Now, I would intensely disagree. It is dangerous. Immortality is rather dreadful.

"Can you only divide the soul once? For example, seven..." I heard Tom say.

"Seven? Merlin's beard, Tom! Isn't it bad enough to consider killing one person? To rip the soul into seven pieces." I did agree with Professor Slughorn.

Seven Horcrux seems rather stupid. It is like serial dilution while using your own self and soul as the stock solution. You reduce your soul by dividing it into objects. I think that it provides the object with more life than the soul owner. In another instance, it makes you rather another object with a soul when you divide your own soul. It makes you less special and weaker. Aren't you smart enough to conclude that, Riddle?

"This is all hypothetical, isn't it, Tom? All academic?" Professor Slughorn seems rather concerned.

"Of course, sir," said Tom. I thought I noticed a smirk.

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After the dinner, the two of us were walking to the dorm. It was the sound of our steps that gave us a sensation of presence, in that quiet hall. I contemplated speaking first, as I always do, but the thought of your lack of interest could not help but discourage me. 

"So, you know about Horcrux?" I failed to stop myself from saying anything throughout that awkward walk.

"I do." It took you a good few seconds to respond.

"Isn't it strange that you're asking about that? Specifically, dividing your own soul several times and then questioning whether that makes a person more powerful. I thought you were somewhat intelligent." I glanced at him.

"It provides a higher chance of immortality; it is correct to believe that the greater the amount, the greater the power." Your tone suggested that the fact that I questioned your intelligence had offended you.

"Not necessarily"

"According to my reading, magic is deeply ingrained in one's blood and soul. Additionally, your soul is what gives you life, so dividing it will weaken you and bring you closer to death. I believe that a Horcrux is the stupidest and simplest way to achieve immortality." I clarified.

He appears to frown. "Isn't the Horcrux the only form?"

"It is one of a few ways."

"Well, it's one of two that were used. As far as I can tell, the other forms are theoretical." I was surprised to learn that he didn't know the rest. Thinking about it. It makes sense why his remarks seems thoughtless.

He nodded

"What is the other way?" I couldn't believe he kept the conversation going.

I should have recognised the signs...

"A potion. Its ingredients are difficult to obtain and extremely hard to prepare. Plus, it has side effects—well, not really; it simply enhances what is already present in terms of violent traits. increases one's madness as well."

We were about to reach our dorms. He paused and asked, "Where did you read about it?"

"I found an old book in the library. You can borrow it if you want."

He nodded.

His sudden interest was puzzling, but I interpreted it as an interest in the dark arts. I mean, I didn't give it much consideration, given that it was such a fascinating subject.

Oh my heart, my rotten heart, couldn't you be wise?

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