Harry Potter :Diamond Heart

'I could not say yes in good faith,' Harry defended. 'So you just crush her and walk away like it was nothing?' Ron had finally caught up.

'Better she understands now and gets on with her life,' Harry told him coolly. It was nice of Ron to be protective of his younger sister, but he hadn't really thought things through.

'If you've hurt her,' Ron began.

'You'll do what?' Harry asked coldly. 'It is not your place to decide things for Ginny, but if you wish to be the protective older brother you can start by asking Dean what his intentions were in asking her to the Yule Ball.'

Ron swivelled to stare at Dean in disbelief.

'I was going to tell you if she said yes,' Dean admitted, 'but she wanted time to think about it, obviously because she wanted to go with him.' He levelled a hateful stare at Harry as if he hoped that if he desired it enough Harry might burst into flames.

'It's alright,' Ron said, after a long, hesitant moment. 'I trust you, Dean, but if you do upset her you'll have me and all her older brothers to answer too and we won't be merciful to anyone who harms our baby sister.' He turned to glare at Harry. 'You've already hurt her, you utterly arrogant prat, and we'll make you pay for it.'

'Threatening me, Ron, is not a good idea, and you know it,' Harry responded icily. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Ron would not stand a chance against him in a fight. Magically he was more knowledgeable and more powerful and while they were of similar physical size Harry had developed a high tolerance for pain over his years at the school. He wasn't afraid of Ron or any of the other students in his year or below.

His former best friend considered saying or doing something more, but a lot of the Great Hall was watching now and under their curious stares he backed down.

Harry didn't even look at him when he walked past.

'Did you read all the books?' Salazar asked him when Harry lifted him off the wall to carry him outside.

'I did,' Harry replied, staggering across the bridge. His post-ritual body was stronger, but only by a little. His baby fat melting away and the first signs of late puberty appearing were little help in carrying the heavy, hardwood-framed portrait. 'Then you know about all the different examples of blood magic that have been used and recorded. Did you understand them?' Slytherin asked as Harry set him down on the floor.

'I understand the principles, but not how you would decide on an appropriate sacrifice.'

'That knowledge comes from understanding yourself, your desires and your principles,' the portrait answered. 'Was there anything in the books that caught your eye?'

'Yes,' Harry answered. 'In the Secrets of the Darkest arts I found over a hundred pieces of parchment that must have belonged to Tom Riddle. I found it curious that he had devoted so much effort to the subject, but had other things on my mind.' The founder shifted within his frame, the subject of Tom Riddle, his errant heir, made Salazar uncomfortable.

Harry tapped the tome. 'Do you know what a Horcrux is?'

Salazar peered at him very seriously. 'It is a branch of soul magic,' he replied. 'I know very little about it other than it involves separating a piece of a person's soul to anchor ten to the world when they should die.'

I was less than the meanest ghost, but I was alive.

Harry recalled some of the first words that Tom Riddle had ever said to him and knew instantly how he had survived his reflected Killing Curse. 'Tom Riddle created one,' painting.

he

told the

'To think I aided him and named him my heir,' Salazar shook his head in disgust. 'Whatever he made into a horcrux is anchoring him here. It would have to be destroyed before Riddle can be killed.'

'How can I find it?' Harry asked.

'Casting the person revealing charm might locate it once you were close enough. The charm is derived from soul magic and may well identify a fragment of a person's soul as well as the whole thing.' Slytherin raised a hand to stroke the head of his snake as he thought. 'These items will be very dangerous,' he warned. 'A soul fragment, if brought into close proximity, could theoretically affect those around it.' A very nasty thought occurred to Harry. 'Could it possess someone?'

'I believe it could in the right circumstances,' Salazar replied slowly, 'but I know little about the secrets of soul magic. Why?'

'When I slew your basilisk it had been unleashed on the school by a girl possessed by a shade of Tom Riddle. The shade was connected to a diary and was only destroyed when I stabbed it with a basilisk fang.' Harry spoke each word with a growing dread and suspicion.

'That may very well have been a horcrux,' the founder nodded. 'What else did the diary do?'

'It wrote back if you wrote in it, it showed me his memories and it tried to drain the life from Ginny to become real again.' 'Horcrux or not that was no ordinary enchanted book,' Slytherin told him gravely. 'It is possible Tom Riddle created something different with similar effects, but it sounds like the diary contained a soul fragment.'

'I have to tell Professor Dumbledore,' Harry declared. 'I gave him the book after leaving the chamber, what if it is not completely destroyed?'

'Basilisk venom is potent enough to destroy whatever that diary was, horcrux or not,' Salazar reassured him. 'This Professor Dumbledore, he is the same one that taught Tom Riddle and defeated Grindelwald, a powerful dark wizard?'

'Yes,' Harry replied. 'He is recognised as the most powerful living wizard.' 'If he is as powerful and knowledgeable as Tom Riddle feared and you believe, then I have little doubt that he knows exactly what the diary is,' Salazar declared.

'He would have told me, or someone, so that people could be warned about Voldemort,' Harry defended the headmaster.'I could not say yes in good faith,' Harry defended. 'So you just crush her and walk away like it was nothing?' Ron had finally caught up.

'Better she understands now and gets on with her life,' Harry told him coolly. It was nice of Ron to be protective of his younger sister, but he hadn't really thought things through.

'If you've hurt her,' Ron began.

'You'll do what?' Harry asked coldly. 'It is not your place to decide things for Ginny, but if you wish to be the protective older brother you can start by asking Dean what his intentions were in asking her to the Yule Ball.'

Ron swivelled to stare at Dean in disbelief.

'I was going to tell you if she said yes,' Dean admitted, 'but she wanted time to think about it, obviously because she wanted to go with him.' He levelled a hateful stare at Harry as if he hoped that if he desired it enough Harry might burst into flames.

'It's alright,' Ron said, after a long, hesitant moment. 'I trust you, Dean, but if you do upset her you'll have me and all her older brothers to answer too and we won't be merciful to anyone who harms our baby sister.' He turned to glare at Harry. 'You've already hurt her, you utterly arrogant prat, and we'll make you pay for it.'

'Threatening me, Ron, is not a good idea, and you know it,' Harry responded icily. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Ron would not stand a chance against him in a fight. Magically he was more knowledgeable and more powerful and while they were of similar physical size Harry had developed a high tolerance for pain over his years at the school. He wasn't afraid of Ron or any of the other students in his year or below.

His former best friend considered saying or doing something more, but a lot of the Great Hall was watching now and under their curious stares he backed down.

Harry didn't even look at him when he walked past.

'Did you read all the books?' Salazar asked him when Harry lifted him off the wall to carry him outside.

'I did,' Harry replied, staggering across the bridge. His post-ritual body was stronger, but only by a little. His baby fat melting away and the first signs of late puberty appearing were little help in carrying the heavy, hardwood-framed portrait. 'Then you know about all the different examples of blood magic that have been used and recorded. Did you understand them?' Slytherin asked as Harry set him down on the floor.

'I understand the principles, but not how you would decide on an appropriate sacrifice.'

'That knowledge comes from understanding yourself, your desires and your principles,' the portrait answered. 'Was there anything in the books that caught your eye?'

'Yes,' Harry answered. 'In the Secrets of the Darkest arts I found over a hundred pieces of parchment that must have belonged to Tom Riddle. I found it curious that he had devoted so much effort to the subject, but had other things on my mind.' The founder shifted within his frame, the subject of Tom Riddle, his errant heir, made Salazar uncomfortable.

Harry tapped the tome. 'Do you know what a Horcrux is?'

Salazar peered at him very seriously. 'It is a branch of soul magic,' he replied. 'I know very little about it other than it involves separating a piece of a person's soul to anchor ten to the world when they should die.'

I was less than the meanest ghost, but I was alive.

Harry recalled some of the first words that Tom Riddle had ever said to him and knew instantly how he had survived his reflected Killing Curse. 'Tom Riddle created one,' painting.

he

told the

'To think I aided him and named him my heir,' Salazar shook his head in disgust. 'Whatever he made into a horcrux is anchoring him here. It would have to be destroyed before Riddle can be killed.'

'How can I find it?' Harry asked.

'Casting the person revealing charm might locate it once you were close enough. The charm is derived from soul magic and may well identify a fragment of a person's soul as well as the whole thing.' Slytherin raised a hand to stroke the head of his snake as he thought. 'These items will be very dangerous,' he warned. 'A soul fragment, if brought into close proximity, could theoretically affect those around it.' A very nasty thought occurred to Harry. 'Could it possess someone?'

'I believe it could in the right circumstances,' Salazar replied slowly, 'but I know little about the secrets of soul magic. Why?'

'When I slew your basilisk it had been unleashed on the school by a girl possessed by a shade of Tom Riddle. The shade was connected to a diary and was only destroyed when I stabbed it with a basilisk fang.' Harry spoke each word with a growing dread and suspicion.

'That may very well have been a horcrux,' the founder nodded. 'What else did the diary do?'

'It wrote back if you wrote in it, it showed me his memories and it tried to drain the life from Ginny to become real again.' 'Horcrux or not that was no ordinary enchanted book,' Slytherin told him gravely. 'It is possible Tom Riddle created something different with similar effects, but it sounds like the diary contained a soul fragment.'

'I have to tell Professor Dumbledore,' Harry declared. 'I gave him the book after leaving the chamber, what if it is not completely destroyed?'

'Basilisk venom is potent enough to destroy whatever that diary was, horcrux or not,' Salazar reassured him. 'This Professor Dumbledore, he is the same one that taught Tom Riddle and defeated Grindelwald, a powerful dark wizard?'

'Yes,' Harry replied. 'He is recognised as the most powerful living wizard.' 'If he is as powerful and knowledgeable as Tom Riddle feared and you believe, then I have little doubt that he knows exactly what the diary is,' Salazar declared.

'He would have told me, or someone, so that people could be warned about Voldemort,' Harry defended the headmaster.

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