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Book 2: Chapter 33

After a quick sower and some medicine from Madam Pomfrey I made my way up to Dumbledore's office, nervously fiddling with my hands. I knew why Dumbledore wanted to speak with me. It was because of that dream thing with mum, but that didn't mean I was any less scared. What was Dumbledore going to explain? What was that gross baby like thing in the fireplace? Breathing in deeply I knocked on the door. "Come in." Opening the door softly I was meet with Dumbledore sat at his desk, stroking Fawkes' feathers. "Ah, Ms. Black. How are you?" Dumbledore asked, not looking at me.

"Just fine, Professor. Erm, how are you?" I asked politely, wringing my hands. Dumbledore chuckled and stood up, latching his hands behind his back and faced his window.

"I am doing as good as one can, Ms. Black. Though I have a feeling my well-being is not what you came here to discuss, am I correct?" Dumbledore asked, turning to face me. Shaking my head I cast my gaze to the floor.

"Sir, what happened after Riddle cast that spell on me? What spell was it? Why was my mother there? What was that...thing in the fireplace?" I asked, sitting down where Dumbledore gestured too. Dumbledore sighed, pacing the floor before he seemed to come to a decision. Waving a hand he cast some sort of spell and closed the curtains, before sitting back down in front of me.

"Ms. Black, what I'm about to tell you stays in this room and you will not repeat this to anyone else you understand?" Wordlessly I agreed, gulping slightly. "Ms. Black, do you know what a Horcrux is?" Dumbledore asked me, eyeing me over his glasses.

"No, sir."

"As expected. Not many people do. A Horcrux, Ms. Black is an object that contains a part of someones soul. It is created by killing someone, and then inserting your soul into it, rendering you immortal until all the Horcrux's are destroyed. Do you understand so far?" Dumbledore asked. After I nodded he continued, "Voldemort made six original Horcrux's, which was already unheard of. But Voldemort also made two more Horcrux's unintentionally. Can you figure out what the two Horcrux's are?"

I sat confused, staring at the desk. What two things would Voldemort accidentally put his soul into? Could people be Horcrux's perhaps? What if... "Sir, could a person possibly be a Horcrux?" Nodding, Dumbledore looked almost proudly at me.

"I'll help you out a bit. Voldemort had to kill two people to make two new Horcrux's, butthen he dissapeared. Do you understand now. Ms. Black?" Nodding, I slowly put two and two together.

"Are Harry and I..." before I could continue Dumbledore nodded.

"Well, you were. When you were in the Chamber Riddle tried to kill you, but instead, he just killed his own Horcrux. Riddle's soul - or at least a piece of it was what you saw in the fireplace. Harry is also a Horcrux, and will need to go through the same thing you did. But when the time comes." Dumbledore finished, his blue eyes seeming to see right into my soul. "You must not tell anyone else abut this. It is to be kept a secret, do you understand?" I nodded, looking away quickly from the headmasters intimidating stare. "Good. You are dismissed, Ms. Black. And just so you know, Gryffindor won the House Cup." Dumbledore smiled before I walked out, closing the door behind me.

My mind seemed to spin with all of this new information. I needed some time to process this, but I probably wouldn't get it. I also needed to make up a story about what Dumbledore wanted to speak with me about. He wanted to make sure I was alright? No, too generic. He wanted to ask me my side of the story? Harry's story and mine would probably be similar. He wanted to test out my powers quicly to make sure they were all intact? I guess it could work...

"Rose!" I heard Harry yell, causing me to turn around, smiling a bit as he ran towards me. "Hello, love. How was the talk with Dumbledore? Did he tell you what spell was used? We were all confused on that." Harry asked quickly, grabbing my hand and starting to walk with me.