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Harry sat numbly taking in what Dumbledore had just told him.
When Voldermort's spell had rebounded a part of his soul had blasted off from the rest and now resided within him. He felt sick, for a moment he thought he might through up.
Swallowing down bile he listened as Dumbledore and Carmilla talked.
"My mother once used something similar but horcruxes aren't exactly something I'm used to dealing with."
And there was that word, Horcruxes. He shivered silently, Voldermort had rent his soul apart and stuffed his soul inside, and not once or twice, no that wouldn't be good enough for the greatest Dark Lord since Grindelwald. No he'd rent his soul seven times if what Dumbledore suspected was correct.
Seven times, seven murders steeped in the blackest of arts, seven shards of his soul stored in seven objects. The diary that had possessed Ginny Weasley had been one. He'd been shocked when Dumbledore had told him.
Perhaps he shouldn't have been, it'd been clear from his experiences with pensieve that that Tom Riddle had been no mere memory. After all memories did not do that.
The horcrux might have been destroyed but Dumbledore had had his suspicions, and now it seemed he had his proof.
Carmilla had been told the story of Kreacher's former master after finding the cursed locket that had once belonged to Slytherin.
She'd examined it and had taken her discovery to her friend before she'd destroyed it.
So now five of Lord Voldermort's horcruxes remained of which he Harry was one.
And now they were discussing how to deal with it.
The sick feeling was back.
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Finishing their conversation they returned their attention back to him.
Dumbledore's expression was kind as he explained the course of action they'd agreed upon. "Carmilla has offered to for lack of better words, place a temporary seal to block Voldermort's influence." "It should stop the visions you've been receiving, I would also like you to take occlumency lessons once you return." "He may be sending you them to you, intending to lead you into a trap or else otherwise influence you in some way."
"Harry I want you to promise me you will not act on any vision you might have without first contacting myself or another member of the order."
"You must promise me Harry."
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The seal was in the form of a peculiar circular construct comprised of runic arrays and strange symbols in foreign languages surrounding her outstretched hand. It wasn't physically present in any tangible way but Harry could feel it taking a hold as soon as Carmilla summoned it in the air in front of her as if it were ink characters peeled from the pages of some ancient book.
Though small he could almost taste the incredible power and intent imbued within the rotating characters as they orbited each other, dancing around Carmilla's splayed fingers. It had one purpose, to seal something away that nothing might ever escape or slip through.
Unbidden his mind flashed to memories ethereal patronuses and screaming black crows. This was powerful magic.
Gently Carmilla brought her hand to his brow. "Brace yourself."
Sucking in a deep breath he grit his teeth and focused on keeping himself from shaking as he was overtaken by a sudden wave of vertigo and his eyes began to roll back in his head.
As the first of the strange characters touched his scar he almost fell to floor no longer able to tell which was up or down and his head was filled with a trickling cold feeling as if suddenly icy water was circulating his brain instead of what should normally be there.
It worked slowly as the spell took hold reaching with grasping hands and binding.
Finally at last the effects began to cease and he gave several deep shuddering breaths. It was only Carmilla's steadying hand that stopped him from falling to the floor as his sense of balance began to return.
"There it'll block it out until I can come up with something more permanent."
She waited a minute to make sure he'd recovered enough to stand without keeling over before she turned him over to Dumbledore with an order to, "keep him from falling over until he's recovered enough to walk by himself without bumping into everything he see's."
With those kind words she left to in her words; grab some food before it was all gone, make passionate love to her girlfriend and then sleep like the dead.
His face had gone rather red at the last two. Dumbledore seemed used to her antics and looked amused at her words more than anything.
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An: I hope people noticed the 'sleep like the dead' line, I like dropping in little things like that, I think it's something Carmilla might do.