Volume 1

- Bessssssit! I hissed furiously, leaving the rescue room. Training, contrary to expectations, did not help me to distract myself, causing only more and more waves of anger in my chest. Metamorphism stubbornly refused to obey my will. What I did on instinct alone, I just couldn't repeat consciously. I don't know what this is connected with, but it's as if I ran into a barrier without being able to take a normal step forward, forced to tread almost on the spot.

So also this incomprehensible craving for something incomprehensible. As soon as I enter the pseudo-material room of the rescue room, something immediately wakes up in me. Something pulling me far beyond my perception. About the same thing happens when Potter is around, only stronger.

At first, I even had the idea that Potter was also somewhere in the rescue rooms, but quickly dismissed this idea. Even if we assume that the kid knows about this place, maybe he accidentally found it, then the question arises with time. He simply could not sit around the clock in the room, and I appeared there at night. To be completely sure, I only need confirmation that Potter was somewhere in plain sight while I myself was sitting in the rescue room.

In general, yes, I strongly doubted that my "enemy" was somehow involved in this. Rather, there is something in the room itself that attracts me to it. I even had a theory that Volondemort had left something there. The Dark Lord might well have left something there. Well, for example, for a surprise attack on Hogwarts. As far as I know, the only thing that stopped Tom from attacking himself was the excessive security of the school. Well, the presence of a Doubledore in it, yes. Even the maddened Dark Lord did not dare to fight this spider on his own territory.

By the way, my attempts to find that something hidden in the rescue room did not bring results. I have already explored all the rooms of this amazing place known to me, from the training room and library, to huge Japanese-style baths, but I did not find even a hint of the thing I needed. The mental query "I want to find something" also did not give much results. The room just didn't open.

But now, on a wave of anger and rage, a surprisingly sound idea came to my mind. And what if you try not to find, but to hide? I'm sure the Dark Lord, or one of his henchmen, wanted to hide something from Dumbledore that now attracts me to himself. Well, I'm pretty sure that something that pulls me to itself is the property of the Dark Lord. There are no other options, as it were.

In general, yes, after finishing the training, but leaving myself a little strength for an emergency situation, anything happens at Hogwarts, I set about testing my own idea. At least there was still enough time before lights out. I really didn't want to run into trouble right now. I'm not in the mood to go to hell anyway, so I can also scrub Snape's cauldrons.

- We need to hide a valuable thing. - I chose the right wording, saying it out loud, as an installation for myself. Even with my mental power, I don't really need it, but the anger still hasn't settled down in my chest so that I neglect such accessible methods of self-suggestion. And I didn't really want to extinguish it with the power of mental magic. And so I constantly control myself, I'm already infuriated by such limitations. She will not become a mental invalid for long.

With a soft hiss, a carved door appeared in front of me, proving that my assumption was correct. There really was a place in the help-out room, which allowed me to hide something that I was actually looking for.

However, from the inside, this place looked more like an abandoned warehouse on some junk rather than a super-duper secret place. But the growing sense of attraction to something unknown, clearly told me that I was on the right track. Even my mouth went dry as soon as I appeared in this room.

That feeling was too strong. Although it could not influence me directly. Or rather, not so, it did not affect my mind in any way, coming as if from within myself. There was a feeling that it was not something that was pulling me to myself, but I myself, my soul, was drawn to something unknown. And even though I used to think differently, clearly fearing this something that can beckon me with such force and constancy, but that was my mistake.

Now that this feeling has intensified at times, I clearly understand that this craving really comes from within me, and is not imposed on me from outside. And it pleased me. It's scary, you know, to go to, presumably, an artifact that can "call" me even through the barriers of the rescue room. Although I have an assumption that it may be. It's a pretty bold assumption, but now, having felt exactly where this craving is coming from, I'm almost sure of it.

Actually, after a couple of minutes of searching, my assumption was confirmed. And I didn't even need scanning spells to figure it out. It was only necessary to notice the familiar tiara, according to numerous descriptions from books, as everything immediately fell into place. Tom was going to create his first horcrux from the tiara of the Raven. But he didn't get lucky, he never found it…

Or rather, the part of him that I got along with the horcrux did not find it. Later, as I now understand, Tom found an ancient relic, creating another anchor for the soul. Well, I felt it. And it's a little stressful to have such a close connection with the Dark Lord that I can already feel his soul... somewhat dangerous for my health.

But at the moment it played into my hands. Nevertheless, the cross is not only an anchor for the soul, it is in itself an essential part of the magical, mental, auric and vital part of the magician's soul. Tom, as far as I understand, had to recover for about three months after the creation of the first horcrux, having lost almost all of his magical, mental and vital powers at that moment. There is no need to talk about a gap in the aura…

But this is all true, preface. By itself, the way of creating horcruxes is not too important for me. The main feature of horcruxes still boils down to the fact that by absorbing them, I will be able to get all, or almost all, the knowledge and experience of the Volume that he was at the time of the creation of this horcrux. Yes, and I should add a good amount of magic power again after such manipulations. I won't say anything about the vital and mental component of the question, I don't have much confidence in them.

A wonderful find! It's just a pity, you won't be able to use it right away. I may be able to absorb a horcrux right now, but the memories of creating my personality are still fresh. If you start absorbing without any preparation, you can cause the same phenomenon that happened to me relatively recently – the fusion of my current personality and the personality enclosed in the horcrux.

And this arrangement will not suit me at all. I'd rather prepare myself well than die, becoming the basis for a new identity. Also, in fact, a good alignment, but I still want to remain myself further. Fuck knows how much Tom, encased in a tiara, is already insane.

Yes, and a sharp increase in strength will need to be hidden. This is the first time all my bursts of strength were attributed to the awakening of the gift, now this will not work. But these bursts will definitely decrease. Under the pressure of horcrux magic, my own reserve will grow, especially this time, by already consciously controlling the process, I will be able to achieve greater efficiency from absorption, but also surges of excess energy cannot be avoided. We need to get an artifact that will hide them…

Without taking the tiara with me, I left the rescue room. But my mood was already completely different. There was no trace of irritation and anger left, all this washed out of me the desire for a goal. And you should not forget about the thirst for strength. I inherited this feeling from Tom, and I can't say that in my performance it was weaker than that of Tom.

I also strive for strength and I'm not going to fall asleep before anything for the sake of achieving it. Fortunately, so far, the power itself is coming into my hands. The horcruxes of the Dark Lord are surprisingly willing to come into my hands, allowing me to develop well, just at a wild speed. But you should not forget about the banal ability and desire to become stronger, too.

I would have developed by leaps and bounds without horcruxes, and with such a boost ... I need more practice in magic. Before absorbing another horcrux, in a good way, I should finally assign all the skills and abilities that Tom, a seventh-year student, possessed. And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

There's nowhere to hurry anyway, and the possibility of going into a dressing down from my own strength scares me a little. And it won't hurt the soul to have extra time to recover. After all, I only absorbed one horcrux a few months ago. And I do not know how it affected my soul, even if I do not observe any negative consequences, so it's better not to risk it.…