Snake hair: Dark Blood (Draco x F!Reader) (Book 6)

Horcrux

In the time that I was in Hospital, Harry managed to get the real memory from Slughorn. He and Dumbledore were nice enough to wait for me to get out of the Hospital Wing tho. I still wasn't very happy with Harry, but it worked. Dumbledore poured the blue liquid into the Pensive and we dunked our heads in.

It was the same scenery as the fake memory, only we didn't get to see the beginning of the memory. "I was in the library the other night, in the Restricted Section, and I read something rather odd about a rare piece of magic. It's called, as I understand it, a Horcrux." Tom explained. The expression on Slughorn's face turned from interested to shock. "I beg your pardon." "Horcrux. I came across the term while reading and I didn't fully understand it."  Tom explained. "I'm not sure what you were reading, Tom, but this is very dark stuff, very dark indeed." Slughorn pointed out. "Which is why I came to you."

Slughorn seemed to hesitate, but started talking anyway. "A Horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul." Slughorn explained. "But I don't understand how that works, sir." "One splits one's soul and hides it in an object. And by doing so, your protected, should you be attacked and your body destroyed." Slughorn explained. "Protected?" "That part of your soul lives on. In other words, you cannot die."

Tom just stared blankly at him, then turned away. "How does one splits his soul, sir?" He asked. "I think you already know the answer to that, Tom." "Murder." "Yes. Killing rips the soul apart. It's a violation against nature." Slughorn explained. "Can you only split the soul once? For instance, isn't seven?" Tom asked. "Seven? Merlin's beard, Tom. Isn't it bad enough to consider killing one person? To rip the soul into seven pieces.... This is all hypothetical, isn't it? Tom? All academic?" Slughorn asked. "Of course, sir. It'll be our little secret."

The environment turned back into black smoke and I pulled back.

I looked up at Dumbledore. I opened my mouth to speak, but he held up his hand. Dumbledore turned around and slowly sat down on the stairs. "This is beyond anything I've ever imagined." He said. "So he succeeded in making a Horcrux?" Harry asked. "Yes, and not just once." "He made seven of them, didn't he?" I asked. Dumbledore nodded. "But what are they exactly?" "Could be anything. Most common place objects." He stood up and walked over to his desk.

"A ring for example." He shoved a golden ring with a black stone towards us. "Or a book." He held up Tom Riddle's diary. "Tom Riddle's dairy." I whispered. "It's a Horcrux, yes. When you save Ginny Weasley's life in the Chamber of Secrets, you brought me this. I knew then that this was a different kind of magic, very dark, very powerful. But until tonight I had no idea just how powerful." "And the ring?" "Belonged to Voldemort's mother. Difficult to find. Even more difficult to destroy." He showed us his hand. It was completely black and shrivelled. "If you could find them all, if you did destroy each Horcrux-" "-One destroys Voldemort." Dumbledore cut in. 

"But how can you find them? They could be anywhere." I pointed out. "True. But magic especially dark magic-" He stopped talking at the moment I touched the ring. The ring spun around on the table like someone had sat it upright and made it spill. My neck twitched and I looked back at Dumbledore. "-Leaves traces." He finished.

He stepped around his desk, coming closer to us. "It's were you've been going, isn't it? When you leave the school?" I questioned. "Yes. And perhaps I may have found another." He stated. "But this time, I cannot hope destroy it alone. Once again, I must ask to much from both of you."

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The next evening, Harry and I went up to the Astronomy tower, the place were Dumbledore asked us to meet him. "Oh, Harry, (Y/N)." He looked at Harry for a short moment. "You need a shave, my friend." He said. I clapped my hand over my mouth to keep myself from laughing. "You know, at times, I forget how much you both have grown. At times, I still see the small boy from the cupboard. And a small, smart girl with twirling snakes on her head. Forgive my mawkishness. I'm an old man." He spoke.