Harry's Horcrux Journey

"Dumb ledore said that I was saved by the power of love."

"Dumbledore, while certainly a great wizard, is a manipulative bastard, as well as a part of your generation - "

Harry snorted angrily.

" - but in a way, he is correct."

Harry paused, completely frozen in place.

"The only reason you have this protection in the first place is because your mother loved you enough to die for you. Truthfully, there are no magics involving love. That is because love is a magic of itself. It can make people do things they would have never done before."

"Lovely." said Harry sarcastically, "Sounds like the Imperious Curse. I can't wait to fall in love."

"Her protection still exists, from what I can tell." Salazar continued, completely ignoring him, "I do not know the extent of the ritual or her sacrifice, but it is likely still active, and if its necessary requirements were met it would remain so until you are hit with another Killing Curse, or turn seventeen. Therefore, it is relatively safe to assume that if you were hit by another Killing Curse, there is at least a chance you would survive."

Harry paused for what must have been the hundredth time, before pacing back and forth through the study.

"So if I get hit by the curse, it would kill the horcrux, but not me?" asked Harry.

"There is a good chance." said Salazar, "Your odds would be improved if you learnt Occlumency, so that you can push forward the horcrux within you when struck, as well as have more control over your emotions, and, in turn, your magic. The same applies to Voldemort being the one to curse you, as the horcrux will likely be more active in the presence of its master, although I do not believe that is necessary, strictly speaking. Just being hit by a Killing Curse should be suitable.

"I am not sure how the ritual your mother created will work. If it is the ritual I believe it to be, its strength depends on how much love you have for those who share your blood. Had you been raised by your relatives properly, it would likely last until your seventeenth birthday. Unfortunately, that is not the case - you do not consider them to be your family. I suspect it will only last until you are hit with a Killing Curse again, at best. After that the protection will fade into nothingness"

"So it's possible." Harry summed up, "But what about Voldemort returning? If having him get a body back is what I need to live, I would be better off dying."

"Nonsense, that is a Gryffindor's train of thought." reprimanded Salazar, "Besides, I said that Voldemort cursing you would only increase your odds, not that it was necessary. The only reason I mentioned it at all was because I believe your mother's ritual is fading, due to the lack of love from your relatives - and if that is the case, we need all the aid we can get."

"I am a Gryffindor." Harry reminded him, although the portrait chose to ignore him.

"Regardless, you understand that it is possible to succeed, correct?" asked Salazar, "Even if it will be near impossible?"

"Everything I do is near impossible." said Harry, "Besides, I don't have a choice. If I ever run into a Voldemort with a body, I'll jump in the way of his Killing Curses. It'll confuse the hell out of him."

"I am glad to see that you are taking it well." said Salazar kindly, though the portrait still showed signs of stress (as did Harry).

"I guess crying about it won't help. If I want to be free to truly live, I have to put in the work."

"Good." said the portrait, "Now, there is one more thing we need to speak of."

"Is it more bad news?" asked Harry weakly, feeling much more depressed than he currently appeared.

"More like something to avoid in the future." explained Salazar, "The ingredients for a resurrection ritual are a bone from the father, flesh from the servant, and blood of a foe. I am nearly certain that Voldemort will try to use your blood in the ritual."

"Why?" asked Harry, "I know it can be used against me if they make a ritual, but why does it matter if it's being used in a resurrection ritual?"

"Because the blood used will be the blood that flows through him. Imagine an enemy that had the same blood as you, capable of entering any of your blood wards or vaults, having your blood flowing through their veins.

"There is also your mother's blood ritual to consider. If the ritual worked to its fullest, it could potentially make it impossible for him to kill you, but I doubt that is the case. You hold no love for those who share your blood; the protection will likely vanish from both of you the moment you are struck with the killing curse, leaving him with the benefits while stripping you of yours."

"Yeah, I get what you're saying. I'll just have to make sure that it doesn't happen."

Harry sat silently for a moment, thinking upon what he had heard. He suddenly stood up, having remembered something from when he was younger.

"In my first year, Voldemort wasn't able to touch me without hurting himself. Was that my mother's protection as well?"

"No, I do not think so." said Salazar, "You are a Mage. You are more than capable of performing magic without a wand. If you intended to keep him away from you, you have your explanation."

"And why didn't I make a horcrux after I killed those men in the clearing, after the Quidditch World Cup?"

"Because you either felt guilty, or believed you had done the right thing." said Salazar, "Certainly you did not kill them for any sort of sick pleasure - something which is necessary for the creation of a horcrux."

"Those men were probably going to do horrid things to those women." explained Harry, "I had thought I wouldn't be able to stop them - those women were much, much better duelists than I was at the time. I was just grateful I somehow managed to stop them, I guess."

"Then you have your answer. Besides, you must desire to create a horcrux. Otherwise, your soul will merely tear itself apart without finding a host object. The only reason Voldemort accidentally turned you into a horcrux was because his soul was already so damaged in the first place. Because of how damaged it is, he will likely be incapable of creating any more horcruxes."

Once again, Harry sat down, reflecting upon the events of the past hour. It was so hard to believe that just earlier today he was laughing by the lakeside with Fleur. He turned around, having heard a scraping noise from the chess board.

The silver queen was backed into a corner, the black queen and a few of its pawns surrounding it. The queen was practically out of luck, it would take a miracle to get out of its unfavourable position.

But on the other side of the board, a small puddle of molten silver occupied a previously empty square. The silver had not yet finished forming, but it was clearly in the slow process of building something, perhaps another piece upon the board.

My king piece.

It had only just begun to form, but Harry desperately wanted to find what it was. It was nothing short of a miracle, that was certain.

Harry turned back to Salazar, who was observing the molten silver with interest.

"Let's get to work on my Occlumency."

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