Hello.
This is my first fanfiction ever and i hope that who ever reads it will find it intresting.
This is something i have been thinking about for a few days and thought why not write it down while i have the inspiration.
A promise i can make now.
Snape will be in here alot.
Thank you for even comming this far.
Let us begin.
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The Intro.
A horcrux is an item where a dark wizard or witch places a piece of their soul.
Meaning that if their body were to be destroyed they would still live on because of the piece of soul that was not destroyed.
There for one would be close to immortal. The more horcruxes you were to produce the closer to immortality you would be.
But how would you split your soul.
The trick is simple.
To split the soul you have to commit the darkest of all acts one could make.
This act would rip the soul in pieces.
The act you ask?
Murder.
Tom riddle, more known by his later name, Lord Voldemort, had made an astonishing amount of horcruxes.
They were already 6. Any dark wizard would be considered lucky if they were able to make two.
The process was so difficult that the few people who had tried to make a second one all had failed, (and the number was not that big)
But not the dark lord, no. He had made 6 of them, but he still needed one more. He wanted one more.
That was what he was doing this dark night. A big mansion on top of a mountain.
Inside a very dark room he stood. The walls were painted black. Hardly any furniture.
Except for a table in the middle of it with a few candles hovering above, spreading a soft light.
Something laid on top of the table, covered with a filthy piece of cloth. A quiet moan could be heard from what was under neat.
"mr Pettigrew... You can uncover it" Voldemort said quietly. The short man did as the Lord had told him.
He uncovered a womans body with trembling hands. She was as thin as someone could get without starving to death.
The blue bruises was evidence of constant physical abuse. Her belly was swollen, but for a woman in her state it looked bad.
Inside her another was growing, sucking out every hunch of energy that was consumed.
The woman turned her head to face the lord. Her eyes were tired and red from crying. They were decorated with heavy dark circles underneat.
She tried to move her hand but was not able to. She was to weak. "m-my lord." She whispered between her soar lips.
Not only could one make a horcrux out of a simple item, but also out of something as complicated as a living thing,
or more accurate to what Voldemort was doing, a person.
Making a horcrux out of a living thing have never been attempted before.
And never did it cross anyones mind until now to make one out of a human being.
The womans gaze looked upon the two men Voldemort had brought with him.
One of them was Pettigrew she did not feel comfortable with him looking at her in this state.
But what could she do? Her eyes landed on the other one. "Lucius..." She whispered while tear started to pour out of her eyes.
The man turned away with a stern look in his face.
The blond witch took a deep breath that turned into a sob. She looked again to see voldemorts face, his eyes filled with a hint of annoyance.
Holding her breath for a few seconds calmed her down quickly.
Her next breath was a trembling mess, but she did not cry anymore.
The Lord placed his hand upon the woman's stomach. He could feel a light kick against his hand.
His thought were almost thinking it. Almost getting filled with wonder. But he quickly removed his hand from the stomach.
He was again focused on the horcrux. "the baby is strong enough already"
He poked the woman's stomach again but this time with his wand. He did it hard as she let out a moan.
Voldemort were pleased to see a bruise come fourth after he took the want away. "You see, this is the properties of a pure bloodline"
The woman was crying again. "please... don't kill me" She begged.
The dark Lord took her hand in his and smiled gently. "you will live for as long as i need you... my love"
The man let her hand go and turned around. A movement with his hand and Lucius held out a box for him.
Voldemort opend it slowly. His fingers stroke the little blade inside.
A dagger made from silver and with a handle covered with gemstones.
Voldemort took it in his hands. He turned around to face the woman and presented the dagger to her.
"this is for you" He said with a smile.
His smile grew wicked the moment he lifted the dagger into the air and stabbed her in the stomach.
Her scream filled the room, it pierced through the wood and echoed through out the entire building.
She had no voice left when voldemort finally lifted a baby out of her womb.
She could not see what they were doing with it. But it never made a sound.
Time passed by very slow. She could hear a long spell be cast upon what ever they were doing.
They soon turned around showing her an egg. "One last thing now" Voldemort told her.
He came close and let her touch the egg before he lifted his wand, speaking the unforgivable spell.
As if time stood still she suddenly had the urge to tell someone. Someone had to know. Someone had to save the child."
She let a fragment of her memory seep out into the air like an invisible moth. The green light consumed her soul.
Falling into darkness.
The horcrux was complet.
A success.
12 years later.
The world of magic was a happy place.
There was at the moment not anything in the world to worry about.
The Dark lord had been vanquished 10 years ago when he tried to kill a baby boy.
His name was as you may know was Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
One of the greater news for a long time was when Harry returned to their world.
He was now attending Hogwarts school of wizardry and witchcraft.
The young Potter was a really good student. Only a three months into the term and rumours told that he already was a seeker for Gryffindors quidditch team.
Harry was doing really well wich made the most people happy.
Albus Dumbledor was quite satisfied with the situation. Harry was doing good he was making friends.
Even though they have had minor problems, Albus cleared his throat, everything seemed to go on well.
He stood up from his chair and walked over the floor. His mind felt a little heavy with memories again.
He opened the door to his pensieve where he also keept all his memories. With his wand he extracted a slivery string of memories.
"I better put a lable on this one with happy memories. But for now..." He put the little flask on the shelf where he keep the less unfortunate memories he had.
He let out a little sigh as he was about to close the doors to his penieve. The water was filled with a memory.
But it was not his. "Curious..." He did wonder how someone else's memories suddenly appeared without him pouring it in first.
Dumbledor leaned over it and soon he fell into the scene of a womans memory.
The room was run down, almost empty except for a bed without a frame or legs.
A young girl sat on the bed. Her locks were as blond as snow. The girl was staring at the door. Sounds could be heard from the other side of the door.
The door flung open. Into the room a familiar figure stepped together with two younger men. Faint words came from the dark Lords lips.
They were to weak to hear. She had been to weak to hear them.'
"take care of her, boys" Voldemort said and closed the door behind him.
The scene about to present itself made even Dumbledor feel uneasy. The way the boys tortured the girl was unforgivable.
Not only did they curse her, but they were hurting her physically. The memory was getting blurry until the abuse finally stopped.
The bloody body barley moved. You could hear the woman's quiet sobs.
A zipper was opened and one of the men dropped his pants to the floor.
Dumbledor had to close his eyes. He felt his stomach turn inside him.
The memory changed setting.
Dumbledor felt quite relived to be honest. Now he stood in a dining room with a long table in the middle.
Around it was very famous death eaters, amog them was Lucius, Bellatrix and Severus and of course the Lord himself.
The girl sat beside Voldemort now. She looked terrified. The Lord placed a hand upon her shoulder.
"Im glad to inform you Alice... That you are expecting a child." Her face got tense and soon she was crying.
"don't worry, my child. The boys who violated you will never see sunlight again. I took it upon myself to punish them for what they did, so i killed them."
He pulled her a little closer as if he was comforting her "How could they do such a thing"
The words were as cold as ice to her ears. She felt no comfort in knowing that Voldemort killed the men who had done this to her.
But she nodded a little. She was fine with what they got. But it still did not bring her any joy.
The setting shanged once again.
The girl was now laying upon a table. It looked as if she was going to be starved to her death.
The lord took out a silver dagger from a box Lucius had held out to him. With the blade in his hand he stabbed the young womans stomach.
Her scream cut through Dumbledors ears like a raizor. Voldemort was carving away her skin, cutting her up.
The Lord threw the dagger to the floor. With both hands he lifted out the baby that had been resting inside the womans womb.
The memory became blurry again. It was as if an eternity passed. The men turned around holding up an egg.
"One last thing now" The green flash devoured her and the memory became darkness.
Albus Dumbledor backed away from the pensieve. He was breathing rather heavy. He called for Severus Snape as quick as he could.
A stiff man dressed in black came into the office. "You called" He said.
Dumbledor nodded and stood up straight. "Did you know anyone named Alice when you were a death eater?"
He asked. Snape rised his eyebrows a bit. "Why would that be interesting to you?" He asked. Dumbledor led Snape to his pensieve letting him see the memory.
Even though Snape already was very pale to start with he came back a few shades lighter. "If i'm not mistaken... Alice Malfoy" he said.
"I knew she died, but not how..." Snape explained. "Ah, i remember her. I now know why i did not recognize her from the start" Dumbledor sat down.
The memories of Alice Malfoy filled his mind. Unlike the rest of her family she had been kind.
She kept out out trouble and did not stick her nose where it did not belong. Dumbledor understood why.
The sortinghat had told him about her the first year she arrived here. She was pretty much the black sheep of the family.
She had enough of trouble with her family. And for the sortinghat to place any Malfoy into a different house than slytherin would only give the girl more trouble.
He said she had been more fit for hufflepuff.
The girl grew up in hogwarts. Getting more and more aware of her place in the world. Her self worth did not grow within this school.
As soon as she finished all her years at hogwarts she joined the death eaters.
That was the last Dumbledor had heard of her. Snape knew a little bit more. She had been given to the Dark lord by the Malfoy family. The girl had not joined by her own free will.
Alice Malfoy had become the ultimate sacrifice that no one dared to make. Starved to be pleasing for the eye to look upon.
She paid the ultimate price that no death eater would want to pay themself.
"Her story was indeed a sad one Severus" Dumbledor said with a sort of lump in his chest. "I think we sould take on her lead. We have to find that egg"
Snape nodded and turned to look out the window. "After Alice was killed i started to hear rumours about the egg." Snape looked at Dumbledor. "I can not promise anything. It was only rumours" Dumbledor understood that. "I am willing to take that risk. If that means we may get closer to destroying Voldemort its worth it."
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