The boy who loved

Chapter 6.25 (Horcruxes)

*Important author's note*

I seem to have very little inspiration for how to progress with this story. As some of you might know by now, my third book has been taken off Wattpad and I can't get it back nor did I remember to save it somewhere else. Learning curves, I suppose.

However, I do intend on getting back my passion for writing this summer. As I still need to practise it and have been getting better thanks to the millions of essays that were due in the last few weeks.

So, the kind of judge my improvement, I am writing a new book (while I am waiting for some kind of inspiration and patience to continue this series.) I am quite proud of what I have so far and if you like my style of writing (lots and lots of plottwists and complicated storylines) than I'd certainly think you might like it.

It will be called "The Slytherin Rose" and will revolve around the Darker aspect of the Wizarding War, following the families that are struggling to choose between the Light and the Dark. The main character is called Rosaline Rosier, a redhead with boundless ambition.

I will upload the first chapter in a minute, so I'm curious to see what my loyal readers think.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. As it will be the last full chapter I've written for this book, something which I hope will change soon....

Love Pip

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"I have been hoping for this piece of evidence for a very long time," said Dumbledore at last. "It confirms the theory on which I have been working, it tells me that I am right, and also how very far there is still to go...

"Well," said Dumbledore, "I am sure you understood the significance of what we just heard. At the same age as you are now, give or take a few months, Tom Riddle was doing all he could to find out how to make himself immortal."

"You think he succeeded then, sir?" Asked Harry. "He made a Horcrux? And that's why he didn't die when he attacked me? He had a Horcrux hidden somewhere? A bit of his soul was safe?"

"A bit...or more," said Dumbledore. "You heard Voldemort: what he particularly wanted from Horace was an opinion on what would happen to the wizard who created more than one Horcrux, what would happen to the wizard so determined to evade death that he would be prepared to murder many times, rip his soul repeatedly, so as to store it in many, seperately concealed Horcruxes. No book would have given him that information. As far as I know - as far, I am sure, as Voldemort knew - no wizard had done more than tear his soul in two."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, marshalling his thoughts, and then said, "Four years ago, I received what I considered certain proof that Voldemort had split his soul."

"Where?" Asked Harry. "How?"

"You handed it to Dumbledore, Harry," said Aurora. "The diary, Riddle's diary, the one giving instructions on how to reopen the Chamber of Secrets."

"I don't understand," said Harry.

"Well, although I did not see the Riddle who came out of the diary, what you and Aurora described to me was a phenomenon I had never witnessed. A mere memory starting to act and think for itself? A mere memory, sapping the life out of the girl into whose hands it had fallen? No, something much more sinister had lived inside that book....a fragment of soul, I was almost sure of it. The diary had been a Horcrux. But this raised as many questions as it answered. What intrigued and alarmed me most was that that diary had been intended as a weapon as much as a safeguard."