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“Why did you ask me to visit then, Ginny?” Harry asked as the Fat Lady swung shut behind him. Ginny’s hazel eyes were lost in the fireplace of the Gryffindor Common Room, staring at the wood as it ebbed away into ash. “Hermione told me about the search for the Horcru-” Ginny began before Harry shushed her, quickly joining her on the old couch.
“So you know what.. what a horcrux is?” Harry said quietly, ask if the walls had suddenly sprouted invisible ears. He knew how Slughorn felt about the mere mention of the word and he didn’t want anyone overhearing the conversation.
“Yes.” Ginny admitted, switching her glance from the flames to Harry’s urgent eyes. “I need to tell you about something. Somewhere more private than here. Is that okay?” Ginny asked. Harry nodded, and they threw on their coats together and headed out into the Grounds as a group of laughing students began to slip through the Fat Lady painting.
It was cold outside and Harry stuck his hands into his coat pockets for warmth as they walked away from the school, eventually settling on some rocks near the steps leading down to Hagrid’s hut. “What is it you wanted to tell me, Ginny?” Harry asked, mist escaping from his lips as he spoke. Ginny picked up a small rock from beneath her, analysing it as she spoke. “There’s another Horcrux nobody knows about. Only Voldemort and one death eater even know of its existence. Hermione now too.”
Harry didn’t quite expect Ginny to know about an actual Horcrux. She seemed so certain. “Where? Ginny, you should have told me this before—“ Harry began, but Ginny’s stare stopped him.
“The Horcrux is a diary. Voldemort had a blank diary when he was a student at Hogwarts and he made it into a horcrux.” Ginny sighed. “It was his first horcrux, obviously. I found the diary in my cauldron a couple of years ago. I never knew what it was, I thought it was an ordinary little diary. I wouldn’t have kept it, but there was something weird about it. Sort of enchanting.” Ginny looked at Harry, her eyes welling up with regret and bad memories.
“I kept it. I wrote in it, and someone wrote back. It was lovely, having someone to talk to about things. Someone to keep all your secrets. But it was doing something to me, casting some sort of spell on me. Hermione caught me one night writing in chicken blood on the walls of the school, some scary stuff.” Ginny swallowed.
“We got rid of the book. We couldn’t destroy it, so I buried it in the grounds. Hermione wanted to hand it in, but I didn’t want to get in trouble for the whole.. chicken blood thing.” Ginny shook her head. “Only, now Hermione thinks it was a horcrux. She found it again, but she doesn’t want to stay around it for too long without us there. It’s quite.. manipulative.” Ginny said, glancing over her shoulder at the school. Delores was gaining strength at the school, and she was going after Dumbledore’s Army. She didn’t like students wandering around the grounds together, although as a pair they shouldn’t get into too much trouble.
“Well then, there’s no time better than the present, Ginny. Do you know where Hermione is?” Harry said, standing and beginning the walk back to the school.
~Originally Written by Adjectives.
Hermione wandered about aimlessly around the library. Every now and then she would pause and think about the situation. At first she didn't want Ginny to go and find Harry all on her own. God knows what the pair would get up to whilst left alone. Hermione proposed on going with her, but the girl refused saying it would be quicker if she went. As the redhead left the library Hermione bit her lip. It was stupid not to trust Ginny. After all she was 16 and this wasn't really the time to get up to any mischief.
Hemione racked her brain. The information from the book in The Restricted section of the library had somewhat stuck in her brain, and being, well...Hermione, the girl had memorized half of the actual book itself.
A Horcrux is a powerful object in which a Dark wizard or witch has hidden a fragment of his or her soul for the purpose of attaining immortality. Creating one Horcrux gives one the ability to resurrect oneself if the body is destroyed; the more horcruxes one creates, the closer one is to true immortality. Creating multiple Horcruxes is suggested to be costly to the creator, by both diminishing their humanity and even physically disfiguring them.
Horcruxes can also be destroyed. If a person's body was destroyed, his or her soul would remain intact, whereas with a Horcrux it is the opposite, as the piece of soul depends upon its container to survive. Destruction of a Horcrux is difficult, but not impossible, and requires that the receptacle to be damaged completely beyond physical or magical repair. When a Horcrux is damaged to this point, it may appear to "bleed" and a scream may be heard as the soul fragment perishes.
It is unknown if the creator of the Horcrux will be able to sense that his soul fragment was destroyed, although Dumbledore stated that in the particular case of Voldemort, he wouldn't feel their loss because his soul was sliced too many times and stayed that way for too long.
All known methods of Horcrux destruction are as deadly as the murder needed for its creation. For example, the earliest known method is administering basilisk venom to the Horcrux, the only cure for which is phoenix tears, an extremely rare substance. Other known methods are Fiendfyre, which requires extreme skill to control and the Killing Curse which seems to be capable of destroying a Horcrux if it is animate.
Hermione sighed. Where on earth would they find basilisk venom? And since the diary wasn't exactly a human they couldn't cast a killing curse on it. The brunette did a few rounds of the deserted room again. She was half surprised that Filch (or Ms. Norris) hadn't made a round of inspection here yet. In fact it had almost been too quiet for the most part of the time the two girls were there. Hermione was prepared, however, for the coming of the janitor. The invisibility cloak was swung over her shoulders concealing her body beneath the neck. Anyone wandering past would have seen a floating head, and most likely had a heart attack of some sort. But in any case, if she heard any footsteps, Hermione was ready to pull the cloak over her head. Tired of walking around in circles the girl sat down, her back leaning against a bookshelf, and tried to remember another part of the book.
The fragments of a person's soul within a Horcrux can think for themselves and have certain magical abilities, including the ability to influence those in their vicinity. Someone of a good nature would lose their abilites of performing any spells (i.e. the patronus charm). A person with an affinity for the Dark Arts, on the other hand, would be strengthened by the influence of a Horcrux. If a person is more emotionally vulnerable, it is possible for the soul inside the Horcrux to take control of him or her.
Hermione bit her lip again, this time a lot harder, she swore under her breath tasting blood. What on earth must have poor Ginny felt that year when she and the diary had managed to make such a strong collection? That night when Hermione found Ginny in the corridor writing that message on the wall in blood Hermione was absolutely terrified. The girl she pulled away from the wall was definitely not the same Ginny she knew. The girl she helped kept on muttering something about someone called Tom, she said that if she helped him her life would get better, something about him being the only one that understood her. Hermione had scoffed at 'Ginny' and almost dragged the young girl away from the scene. It took hours of scrubbing to get all the blood off Ginny, and for her senses to return. When she had finally woken up from the trance Ginny would cry to Hermione. During the nights she had nightmares and would run to Hermione for help almost everyday. That was what made the two closer than ever. When the nightmares became worse, and came more often, Hermione knew that the only thing left to do was get rid of the diary once and for all. She let Ginny find the perfect place to hide it, but it wasn't very good since these few years later Hermione had managed to dig it up and do some research. What she found was a lot more than she had bargained for.
Horcruxes also possess some last line of defence against destruction. The fragment of soul within the Horcrux seems to be able to sense impending threats and can act to defend itself—
Footsteps. Hermione paused her train of thought, the words still racing through her mind. Her heart started beating faster as she swung the invisibility cloak over her head hiding herself completely. The footsteps became louder and louder and she knew that someone was definitely creeping around the library. The brunette could have sworn that her heart was beating so loud that the person had paused hearing it pounding against her chest. Then the door to the library opened and Hermione closed her eyes. A whisper came from somewhere on her right. She heard her name and opened her eyes. The familiar voice of Ginny called her name from not far away. She pulled the cloak off her body and saw Ginny standing on the other end of the book shelf. She smiled at the redhead who was leading Harry, looking proud for bringing back Harry as if he was some sort of artifact that the girl had to find for a quest.
Hermione nodded at Harry.
"So now you know about the diary, Harry. I think you are strong enough to do what I have planned for you." she sniffed in the air, trying to calm down her heart rate which was still sky rocketing. "I have a certain idea. We need the soul of He Who Shall- Vol...demort.. to open up to us. You are the key to that Harry. I'm sure Voldemorts soul would love talking to you. Unlike Ginny you are a lot stronger, you can defy his power and stand up to him. In the mean time me and Ginny can find something to destroy the Horcrux with. I'm sure that if the soul is a lot more open it will make it weaker, meaning it will be easier to 'kill'." She paused and waited for the pair to take this information in. "So what do you think...?". She swallowed, waiting for the verdict.