Kapitel 85: The Revelation of Horcruxes
Harry awoke around ten in the morning in the hospital wing. He felt a bit dizzy, but otherwise he felt okay. When he tried to sit up, the dizziness increased.
"Mr Potter, good to see you awake again. Please don't sit up. You need to rest. You are a bit magically exhausted, but that should be over tomorrow. For now you should rest and eat something." Madam Pomfrey instructed.
Harry lay back down and nodded.
"How long was I knocked out?" He asked. "I only remember the last few things vaguely."
"One night. It's a quarter past ten in the morning." She answered and put a tray with breakfast on the table beside his bed. Then she propped Harry up with pillows so he could eat. Then he got the tray.
"I want you to eat all you can. The more you can eat, the faster you recover from your exhaustion. Thankfully it's only a mild case. I'd like to know what happened, but that can wait until after you ate. I'll go call Professor Dumbledore; he wanted to know when you woke up." She explained and left into her office.
Harry started eating. He was glad that there were blueberry pancakes today. He didn't think he could eat sausages and eggs or something fat like that today. Once he was done, he put the tray back on the side table. It didn't take long until Professor Dumbledore and Sirius arrived. Both wore worried expressions on their faces.
"Harry, how are you?" Sirius asked concerned.
"Tired. Did Fluffy get him?" He asked in a worried voice.
"Yes. Professor Quirrell succumbed to his injuries before Professors Snape and Flitwick arrived at the third floor corridor." Dumbledore said sadly. "Could you please tell me what happened, Harry? I know it's hard for you, but I need to know what happened and you are the only one that knows."
Sirius sat on the side of Harry's bed, putting his arm around Harry's shoulders to give him comfort. He hated that Harry had been forced through such an ordeal and had to see someone die while he was just eleven.
"I was on my way back from the Gryffindor common room. I had played a few games of cards with Neville, Hermione and Miranda. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind. Quirrell dragged me to the third floor corridor that was forbidden. He said he was right thinking you had warded it the way that if a student was forced in there the nasty wards would be deactivated. He said you were too soft. Then he said I had forced him to act earlier as he had planned with getting the unicorns to move to where he couldn't get them. He also said you had charmed the room so no magical music could be played and that he wanted me to sing Fluffy to sleep again if I wanted to live. I refused, but he was stronger than me. He … he told me that he would use me to get through the protections to the stone and that … he couldn't let me become too strong. Then he pushed me into the room with Fluffy. He had taken my wand and the only thing I could do was hoping Fluffy would help me if he understood I was a friend of Hagrid's.
"That worked. I hummed to keep him calm but not make him fall asleep. It took perhaps ten minutes until Quirrell opened the door again to see if I had made Fluffy fall asleep, but Fluffy was waiting and attacked Quirrell as soon as the door opened. He got his wand arm first and I managed to get the wand and went back into the back corner and just hoped Fluffy would be enough to stop him until help would come. I … I was so scared. Fluffy tore into him … and then Quirrell didn't move any longer and was … bloody all over." Harry now shook.
"Then … then a black cloud … came from … Quirrell's body and it had red eyes. It … it was Voldemort. He said he would find another method to get his body back and would come after me. He tried to attack me, but … but some invisible shield came up when I raised my arms to protect my face. Voldemort shrieked and then fled. I don't really know what happened after that. I only vaguely remember petting Fluffy." Harry ended.
"Take some deep breaths, Harry. You did really well." Sirius said rubbing Harry's back softly.
"But Quirrell is dead because I had Fluffy attack him. He was possessed." Harry said crying.
"No, Harry. You are not at fault for what happened. Professor Quirrell decided to share his body with Voldemort out of his own free will. Even if Fluffy wouldn't have attacked him, he would have died as soon as Voldemort left his body. Madam Pomfrey examined his body and he was already dying. He acting so rashly and not taking time to unravel the new increased protections for the stone are proof of that. Without the unicorns present to drink their blood, he was forced to act. I'm just very sorry you were involved into this. But you have performed better than anybody could have expected you to do." Dumbledore assured him.
"Professor, do you know what that shield was that kept Voldemort from attacking me and hurt him?" Harry asked, leaning in to Sirius' side.
"Ah, yes. I told you that when your mother died for you, she gave you a very strong protection. This protection is based on your mother's love for you. Voldemort who has mutilated his soul and doesn't understand love couldn't bare being in contact with somebody who was touched by something so pure. Your mother left a very strong mark on you, Harry." Dumbledore said smiling.
"What do you mean with mutilated his soul, Professor?" Sirius asked.
Dumbledore looked around, motioned Sirius over with an excuse to Harry that he would get his godfather back in a few minutes, and put up some of the strongest privacy charms he knew. Harry frowned, but knew this was probably really secret. Perhaps it was about those horcruxes.
"You were taught Occlumency in your youth I assume?" Dumbledore said.
"Yes, it was part of the training for every family heir. I guess this is really important if you ask me that." Sirius said.
"Indeed. Harry knows about this because thanks to him I know how Voldemort survived when the killing curse was rebounded from Harry. But I don't want him to worry about this too much, especially not now. Have you ever heard of the term horcrux, Sirius?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes." Sirius said grimly. "One of the darkest forms of magic. Something even my family wouldn't touch. Don't tell me he made one."
"More than one, but I don't know how many he made yet. One was embedded in Harry's scar and was found during the examination Harry got when Minerva took him to St Mungo's before he started school. It was a small piece of wood that must have been embedded in the scar when Harry's nursery was destroyed by the rebounding killing curse. We are lucky that it was there in hindsight. If it hadn't been in the scar, the piece of soul that must have been torn from Voldemort's soul accidentally when he was hit by the killing curse, would have taken hold of Harry's body. And I don't know of any way to extract a soul piece from its container without destroying the container or in case of a living one, killing it." Dumbledore said seriously.
Sirius blanched. Hearing how close Harry had come to a death sentence froze his body shortly.
"So the only way to protect Harry would be to destroy all the horcruxes that Voldemort made and then kill him himself?" Sirius asked.
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