When he was out of the hospital wing he was in common room sitting on the couch thinking.
"Harry?"
He jumped for a second and looked up.
"Oh, hi Speedy, Howler, what're you doing here?"
"We were looking for you." Ron said.
"Well, what do you need?"
"We were wondering what you've been thinking about lately." Hermione said while they sat down.
"I've been trying to think of something how to get this memory."
"We're listening." Ron said.
They sat there for a while and then Harry thought of something.
"I have an idea. I got liquid luck in the first lesson. I can talk to him after taking it and try to talk him into giving me the real memory."
"Good luck Moony." Hermione said.
"Thanks Speedy, I might need it."
Then he headed to the door and left. When he left the common room he headed to Slughorn's office. When he got there he took a sip of his liquid luck and hoped it would work. He knocked on the door and got an answer.
"Yes? Oh, hello Harry." Slughorn said.
"Hello Professor, can I come in?" he asked.
"Of course Harry! Come in, come in!"
He opened the door and Harry went in. Then he shut the door and hoped it would work.
"So, how can I help you Harry?" Slughorn asked.
"I just need you to help me with something important." Harry said.
"Of course, what do you need help with?" "I know you told Tom Riddle about horcruxes."
He froze.
"How?"
"Professor Dumbledore and I had been looking at some memories and had an idea of what it was. And he said you played around with a memory."
"I can't help you. I regret telling him about them." he said.
"Sir, you didn't know what he was doing. I'm going to tell you something, it's true, I am the chosen one."
He stayed quiet.
"Please sir, if you want this war to end, you have to give me your memory. Be brave Professor, be brave like my mother. If you don't she died for nothing."
"Don't be that mad, I had no idea what he was doing." he said taking out the memory.
His hand was shaking so Harry held it to calm it down. When he got it he covered it safely.
"Thank you Professor. My mum would be very proud of you, I'm sure she will." Harry said smiling.
He headed to Dumbledore's office. When he got there he knocked on the door.
"Come in."
He opened the door and saw him sitting at his desk.
"Hello Harry, what can I do for you?" Dumbledore asked smiling.
"I have the memory we need Professor."
He smiled.
"Well done Harry! Come and hand it to me then we can look at it."
So he handed it to Dumbledore and he poured it. Harry looked at the memory again through the silver surface.
Like last time there was a bang.
"Look sharp, Tom," said Slughorn, turning around and finding him still present. "You don't want to be caught out of bed out of hours, and you a prefect…"
"Sir, I wanted to ask you something."
"Ask away, then, m'boy, ask away…"
"I was in the library the other day and I read something rather odd about a bit of rare magic. It's called, as I understand it... Horcruxes." Tom said.
"I beg your pardon?" Slughorn said.
"Horcruxes. I came across the term while reading and I didn't fully understand it." Tom said.
"I'm not sure what you were reading, Tom, but this is very dark stuff. Very dark indeed." he said.
"Which is, why I came to you."
Slughorn stared at Tom for a second. "A Horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul."
"But I don't understand how that works, Sir."
"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." he explained.
"Protected?" Tom asked.
"That part of your soul that is hidden lives on. In other words, you cannot die."
He looked into the fireplace. "And how does one split his soul, sir?"
"I think you already know the answer to that, Tom."
"Murder." he said.
"Yes. Killing rips the soul apart. It's a violation against nature." Slughorn said. He adjusted a ring on his finger.
"Can you only split the soul once? For instance, isn't seven..." he asked.
"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?" Slughorn said surprised.
He smiled.
"Of course, sir. It'll be our little secret."
They finished the memory and were quiet.
"So if I had gotten rid of his diary, a horcrux. He must have made more than one." Harry said.
"Yes, he did." Dumbledore said.
"What are we going to do Professor? How are we going to figure out what and where they are?"
"I don't know Harry. We need to figure something out though."
Harry came up with an idea of a way to find them.
"Professor, do you think if I tried and used our connection it would work?" Dumbledore thought for a second and thought it might work.
"It just might work Harry. For this you're going to have to sit down." he said.
So he sat down as told. "Now focus on the connection as best as you can. If this hurts I'm very sorry. Actually let me go get Professor Snape for some pain potions."
"Why not Professor Slughorn sir?" he asked.
"Professor Slughorn needs some time alone after what he told you right now. So Professor Snape should have some." he said.
A few minutes later he came back with a pain potion. "Alright Harry, let's see if this works. And if your head hurts to much to continue let me know."
He nodded. Then he shut his eyes tightly and focused on the connection. He saw some kind of shack and a ring. He snapped out of it.
"First is some kind of ring at a house." he said.
Dumbledore nodded and wrote it down. He focused on another horcrux. Then he saw the diary in Dumbledore's office.
"Tom Riddle's diary. That one's done already."
Harry had a headache now. He focused the best he could and saw a locket and it looked like it was at Grimmauld Place in a bedroom.
Harry panted and said, "Locket looks like it's at Grimmauld Place in someone's bedroom."
'Come on, you can do it.' he thought.
It was getting hard to focus now though. His scar was ready to split. He winced hard. Dumbledore saw it.
"Harry, perhaps we should stop for the day, here, take this."
He passed him a pain killer potion. He took it and a few minutes later it felt better. So he said good bye to Professor and headed to the common room.
When he got there he sat there and rubbed his head. 'This reminds me of my occlamency lessons a few months ago.' he thought.
"You OK Moony?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine Howler."
"You sure?" He nodded.
"OK, if you say so." About half an hour later they split up.