My life is a Riddle(Tom Riddle falls for a mudblood?!)

Chapter Nine

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TOMRIDDLE

I was in the library the other night, in the Restricted Section, and I read something rather odd about a bit of rare magic. It's called, as I understand it... a Horcrux.

HORACE SLUGHORN

I beg your pardon? TOMRIDDLE

Horcrux. I came across the term while reading and I didn't fully understand it. HORACE SLUGHORN

I'm not sure what you were reading, Tom, but this is very dark stuff. Very dark indeed. TOMRIDDLE

Which is why I came to you. HORACE SLUGHORN

[Stares at Tom for a second] A Horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul. TOMRIDDLE

But I don't understand how that works, Sir. HORACE SLUGHORN

One splits ones soul and hides part of it in an object. By doing so, you are protected, should you be attacked and your body destroyed. TOMRIDDLE

Protected? HORACE SLUGHORN

That part of your soul that is hidden lives on. In other words, you cannot die. TOMRIDDLE

[Looks into the fireplace] And how does one split his soul, sir? HORACE SLUGHORN

I think you already know the answer to that, Tom. TOMRIDDLE

Murder. HORACE SLUGHORN

Yes. Killing rips the soul apart. It's a violation against nature. TOMRIDDLE

[Adjusting ring on his finger, the same one in present day Dumbledore's office] Can you only split the soul once? For instance, isn't seven... HORACE SLUGHORN

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? TOMRIDDLE

[Smiling] Of course, sir. It'll be our little secret.

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                                                                      Chapter Nine

"GET YOUR BLOODY ARSE HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT MUDBLOOD!" The electrical voiceboomedthroughout the mansion, climbing the tall spiral of stairs and reaching my room.

He had been incrediously impatient ever since I told him I had to pack my luggage for the "road trip" I was saracstically looking forward to with Tom. Annoyed, Tom had said we were only going to be gone for a few hours at the most, but I knew better than to come unprepared.    

I rolled my eyes for the fifteenth time that day at his impatientness. It was the fourth time (I had been counting) that he had screeched at the top of his evil lungs at me, ordering me to hurry up or he would "personally see to it that I could no longer go anywhere, ever again."