Harry Potter 06 - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

soul in two.’
    Dumbledore paused for a moment, marshalling his thoughts, and then said, ‘Four years ago, I received what I considered certain proof that Voldemort had split his soul.’
    ‘Where?’ asked Harry. ‘How?’
    ‘You handed it to me, Harry,’ said Dumbledore. ‘The diary, Riddle’s diary, the one giving instructions on how to reopen the Chamber of Secrets.’
    ‘I don’t understand, sir,’ said Harry. ‘Well, although I did not see the Riddle who came out of the diary, what you described to me was a phenomenon I had never witnessed. A mere memory starting to act and think for itself? A mere memory, sapping the life out of the girl into whose hands it had fallen? No, something much more sinister had lived inside that book … a fragment of soul, I was almost sure of it. The diary had been a Horcrux. But this raised as many questions as it answered. What intrigued and alarmed me most was that that diary had been intended as a weapon as much as a safeguard.’
    ‘I still don’t understand,’ said Harry.
    ‘Well, it worked as a Horcrux is supposed to work – in other words, the fragment of soul concealed inside it was kept safe and had undoubtedly played its part in preventing the death of its owner. But there could be no doubt that Riddle really wanted that diary read, wanted the piece of his soul to inhabit or possess somebody else, so that Slytherin’s monster would be unleashed again.’
    ‘Well, he didn’t want his hard work to be wasted,’ said Harry. ‘He wanted people to know he was Slytherin’s heir, because he couldn’t take credit at the time.’
    ‘Quite correct,’ said Dumbledore, nodding. ‘But don’t you see, Harry, that if he intended the diary to be passed to, or planted on, some future Hogwarts student, he was being remarkably blasé about that precious fragment of his soul concealed within it. The point of a Horcrux is, as Professor Slughorn explained, to keep part of the self hidden and safe, not to fling it into somebody else’s path and run the risk that they might destroy it – as indeed happened: that particular fragment of soul is no more; you saw to that.
    ‘The careless way in which Voldemort regarded this Horcrux seemed most ominous to me. It suggested that he must have made – or been planning to make – more Horcruxes, so that the loss of his first would not be so detrimental. I did not wish to believe it, but nothing else seemed to make sense.
    ‘Then you told me, two years later, that on the night that Voldemort returned to his body, he made a most illuminating and alarming statement to his Death Eaters. “I, who have gone further than anybody along the path that leads to immortality.” That was what you told me he said. “Further than anybody.” And I thought I knew what that meant, though the Death Eaters did not. He was referring to his Horcruxes, Horcruxes in the plural, Harry, which I do not believe any other wizard has ever had. Yet it fitted: Lord Voldemort had seemed to grow less human with the passing years, and the transformation he had undergone seemed to me to be only explicable if his soul was mutilated beyond the realms of what we might call usual evil …’
    ‘So he’s made himself impossible to kill by murdering other people?’ said Harry. ‘Why couldn’t he make a Philosopher’s Stone, or steal one, if he was so interested in immortality?’
    ‘Well, we know that he tried to do just that, five years ago,’ said Dumbledore. ‘But there are several reasons why, I think, a Philosopher’s Stone would appeal less than Horcruxes to Lord Voldemort.
    ‘While the Elixir of Life does indeed extend life, it must be drunk regularly, for all eternity, if the drinker is to maintain his immortality. Therefore, Voldemort would be entirely dependent on the Elixir, and if it ran out, or was contaminated, or if the Stone was stolen, he would die just like any other man. Voldemort likes to operate alone, remember. I believe that he would have found the thought of being dependent, even on the Elixir, intolerable. Of course he was prepared to drink it if it would take him out of the horrible part-life to which he was condemned after attacking you, but only to regain a body. Thereafter, I am convinced, he intended to continue to rely on his Horcruxes: he would need nothing more, if only he could regain a human form. He was already immortal, you see … or as close to immortal as any man can be.
    ‘But now, Harry, armed with this