Sword of Gryffindor

Like, really. They were a wizard. Why would they need it? They could just use diffindo or relashio as a slashing spell, without any of the exertion or skill required for a sword. And why is it so special? Like, what makes it so powerful that it can compare to basilisk venom? It’s just a sword, right?

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Chapter Twenty-Four: Horcruxes

(As always with memory chapters there isn't to much I can change, however I did try to add as many as I could throughout, and near the end when Dumbledore is explaining the memories meaning to Harry I did add somethings that hint to a reveal coming at the end of the book. I will also say I am so glad this is the final memory chapter of this book.)

Harry could feel the Felix Felicis wearing off as he crept back into the castle. The front door had remained unlocked for him, but on one of the corridors leading down to the dungeon he ran into Mrs Norris, meaning Filch couldn't be far behind, and just barely managed to hide in a hidden passageway Harry was fairly certain Filch didn't know about before hearing Filch walk past him. After a deep breath and not hearing anymore footsteps he emerged from the passageway and continued down to Slytherin's Dungeon and walked up towards the enchanted wall.

'Kneazle,' said Harry confidently, then proceeded to smash his nose on the still very solid wall.

'Ow!' he said, while rubbing his now tender nose with one hand and checking his watch with the other. It was past midnight, so the password might have already been changed. He'd have to wait for a Prefect on patrol to come by and if it was someone like Pansy or Draco he could still get in a lot of trouble.

'Bloody hell, what do I do now?' Harry asked himself allowed, he did not feel like sleeping on the cold solid stone floor. 'I don't want to go up to Dumbledore's office and risk getting caught if Dumbledore is on one of his trips.'

'He is here,' said a low chilly voice. Harry yelped as the scariest ghost in the castle, The Bloody Baron, had just appeared beside him.

'Er, good evening, Dumbledore is in the castle? Is he in his office?' asked Harry nervously. He had only ever been haunted by the Baron, in his six years at Hogwarts this was the first time they had actually spoken. The Bloody Baron nodded and then floated away. It was only after he left that Harry realized he had never taken his Invisibility Cloak off and maybe the Baron thought Harry was another spirit.

Harry hurtled back along the corridor, up several flights of stairs and within minutes, he was saying 'toffee éclairs' to Dumbledore’s gargoyle, which leapt aside, permitting Harry entrance onto the spiral staircase.

'Enter,' said Dumbledore when Harry knocked. He sounded exhausted.

Harry pushed open the door. There was Dumbledore’s office, looking the same as ever, but with black, star-strewn skies beyond the windows, he had just finished putting something inside his midnight-blue handbag.

'Good gracious, Harry,' said Dumbledore in surprise. 'To what do I owe this very late pleasure?'

'Sir—I’ve got it. I’ve got the memory from Slughorn.'

Harry pulled out the tiny glass bottle and showed it to Dumbledore. For a moment or two, the headmaster looked stunned. Then his face split in a wide smile.

'Harry, this is spectacular news! Very well done indeed! I knew you could do it!'

All thought of the lateness of the hour apparently forgotten, he hurried around his desk, took the bottle with Slughorn’s memory in his uninjured hand, and strode over to the cabinet where he kept the Pensieve.

'And now,' said Dumbledore, placing the stone basin upon his desk and emptying the contents of the bottle into it. 'Now, at last, we shall see. Harry, quickly...'

Harry bowed obediently over the Pensieve and felt his feet leave the office floor...Once again he fell through darkness and landed in Horace Slughorn’s office many years before.

There was the much younger Slughorn, with his thick, shiny, straw-colored hair and his gingery-blond mustache, sitting again in the comfortable winged armchair in his office, his feet resting upon a velvet pouffe, a small glass of wine in one hand, the other rummaging in a box of crystalized pineapple. And there were the half-dozen teenage boys, including Morgan Nott and Christopher Avery, sitting around Slughorn with Tom Riddle in the midst of them, Marvolo’s gold-and-black ring gleaming on his finger.

Dumbledore landed beside Harry just as Riddle asked, 'Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?'

'Tom, Tom, if I knew I couldn’t tell you,' said Slughorn, wagging his finger reprovingly at Riddle, though winking at the same time. 'I must say, I’d like to know where you get your information, boy, more knowledgeable than half the staff, you are.'

Riddle smiled; the other boys laughed and cast him admiring looks.

'What with your uncanny ability to know things you shouldn’t, and your careful flattery of the people who matter—thank you for the pineapple, by the way, you’re quite right, it is my favorite—'

Several of the boys tittered again.

'—I confidently expect you to rise to Minister of Magic within twenty years. Fifteen, if you keep sending me pineapple, I have excellent contacts at the Ministry.'

Tom Riddle merely smiled as the others laughed again. Harry noticed that he was by no means the eldest of the group of boys, but that they all seemed to look to him as their leader.

'I don’t know that politics would suit me, sir,' he said when the laughter had died away. 'I don’t have the right kind of background, for one thing.'

A couple of the boys around him smirked at each other. Harry was sure they were enjoying a private joke, undoubtedly about what they knew, or suspected, regarding their gang leader’s famous ancestor.

'Nonsense,' said Slughorn briskly, 'couldn’t be plainer you come from decent Wizarding stock, abilities like yours. No, you’ll go far, Tom, I’ve never been wrong about a student yet.'

The small golden clock standing upon Slughorn’s desk chimed eleven o’clock behind him and he looked around.

'Good gracious, is it that time already? You’d better get going, boys, or we’ll all be in trouble. Lestrange, I want your essay by tomorrow or it’s detention. Same goes for you, Avery.'

One by one, the boys filed out of the room. Slughorn heaved himself out of his armchair and carried his empty glass over to his desk. A movement behind him made him look around; Riddle was still standing there.

'Look sharp, Tom, 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...'

'Sir, I wondered what you know about...about Horcruxes?' Slughorn stared at him, his thick fingers absentmindedly caressing the stem of his wine glass.

'Project for Defense Against the Dark Arts, is it?'

But Harry could tell that Slughorn knew perfectly well that this was not schoolwork.

'Not exactly, sir,' said Riddle. 'I came across the term while reading and I didn’t fully understand it.'

'No...well...you’d be hard-pushed to find a book at Hogwarts that’ll give you details on Horcruxes, Tom, that’s very Dark stuff, very Dark indeed,' said Slughorn.

'But you obviously know all about them, sir? I mean, a wizard like you—sorry, I mean, if you can’t tell me, obviously—I just knew if anyone could tell me, you could—so I just thought I’d ask—'

It was very well done, thought Harry, the hesitancy, the casual tone, the careful flattery, none of it overdone. He, Harry, had had too much experience of trying to wheedle information out of reluctant people not to recognize a master at work. He could tell that Riddle wanted the information very, very much; perhaps had been working toward this moment for weeks.

'Well,' said Slughorn, not looking at Riddle, but fiddling with the ribbon on top of his box of crystalized pineapple, 'well, it can’t hurt to give you an overview, of course. Just so that you understand the term. A Horcrux is the word used for an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul.'

'I don’t quite understand how that works, though, sir,' said Riddle.

His voice was carefully controlled, but Harry could sense his excitement.

'Well, you split your soul, you see,' said Slughorn, 'and hide part of it in an object outside the body. Then, even if one’s body is attacked or destroyed, one cannot die, for part of the soul remains earthbound and undamaged. But of course, existence in such a form...'

Slughorn’s face crumpled and Harry found himself remembering words he had heard nearly two years before: “I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost...but still, I was alive.'

'...few would want it, Tom, very few. Death would be preferable.'

But Riddle’s hunger was now apparent; his expression was greedy, he could no longer hide his longing.

'How do you split your soul?'

'Well,' said Slughorn uncomfortably, 'you must understand that the soul is supposed to remain intact and whole. Splitting it is an act of violation, it is against nature.'

'But how do you do it?'

'By an act of evil—the supreme act of evil. By committing murder. Killing rips the soul apart. The wizard intent upon creating a Horcrux would use the damage to his advantage: He would encase the torn portion—'

'Encase? But how—?'

'There is a spell, do not ask me, I don’t know!' said Slughorn, shaking his head like an old elephant bothered by mosquitoes. 'Do I look as though I have tried it—do I look like a killer?'

'No, sir, of course not,' said Riddle quickly. 'I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to offend...'

'Not at all, not at all, not offended,' said Slughorn gruffly. 'It’s natural to feel some curiosity about these things...Wizards of a certain caliber have always been drawn to that aspect of magic...'

'Yes, sir,' said Riddle. 'What I don’t understand, though—just out of curiosity—I mean, would one Horcrux be much use? Can you only split your soul once? Wouldn’t it be better, make you stronger, to have your soul in more pieces, I mean, for instance, isn’t seven the most powerfully magical number, wouldn’t seven—?'

'Merlin’s beard, Tom!' yelped Slughorn. 'Seven! Isn’t it bad enough to think of killing one person? And in any case...bad enough to divide the soul...but to rip it into seven pieces...'

Slughorn looked deeply troubled now: He was gazing at Riddle as though he had never seen him plainly before, and Harry could tell that he was regretting entering into the conversation at all.

'Of course,' he muttered, 'this is all hypothetical, what we’re discussing, isn’t it? All academic...'

'Yes, sir, of course,' said Riddle quickly.

'But all the same, Tom...keep it quiet, what I’ve told—that’s to say, what we’ve discussed. People wouldn’t like to think we’ve been chatting about Horcruxes. It’s a banned subject at Hogwarts, you know...Dumbledore’s particularly fierce about it...'

'I won’t say a word, sir,' said Riddle, and he left, but not before Harry had glimpsed his face, which was full of that same wild happiness it had worn when he had first found out that he was a wizard, the sort of happiness that did not enhance his handsome features, but made them, somehow, less human...

'Thank you, Harry,' said Dumbledore quietly. 'Let us go...'

When Harry landed back on the office floor Dumbledore was already sitting down behind his desk. Harry sat too and waited for Dumbledore to speak.

'I have been hoping for this piece of evidence for a very long time,' said Dumbledore at last. 'It confirms the theory on which I have been working, it tells me that I am right, and also how very far there is still to go...'

Harry suddenly noticed that every single one of the old headmasters and headmistresses in the portraits around the walls was awake and listening in on their conversation. A corpulent, red-nosed wizard had actually taken out an ear trumpet.

'Well, Harry,' said Dumbledore, 'I am sure you understood the significance of what we just heard. At the same age as you are now, give or take a few months, Tom Riddle was doing all he could to find out how to make himself immortal.'

'You think he succeeded then, sir?' asked Harry. 'He made a Horcrux? And that’s why he didn’t die when he attacked me? He had a Horcrux hidden somewhere? A bit of his soul was safe?'

'A bit...or more,' said Dumbledore. 'You heard Voldemort: What he particularly wanted from Horace was an opinion on what would happen to the wizard who created more than one Horcrux, what would happen to the wizard so determined to evade death that he would be prepared to murder many times, rip his soul repeatedly, so as to store it in many, separately concealed Horcruxes. No book would have given him that information. As far as I know—as far, I am sure, as Voldemort knew—no wizard had ever done more than tear his soul in two.'

Dumbledore paused for a moment, marshaling 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.'

Harry now felt a little stupid that he had never questioned how a Diary could be so powerful, even if the diary belonged to Voldemort.

'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 has seemed to grow less human with the passing years, and the transformation he has 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 their 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.'

This was very dark information Harry was taking in.

'But now, Harry, armed with this information, the crucial memory you have succeeded in procuring for us, we are closer to the secret of finishing Lord Voldemort than anyone has ever been before. You heard him, Harry: "Wouldn’t it be better, make you stronger, to have your soul in more pieces...isn’t seven the most powerfully magical number...' Isn’t seven the most powerfully magical number. Yes, I think the idea of a seven-part soul would greatly appeal to Lord Voldemort.'

'He made seven Horcruxes?' said Harry, horror-struck, while several of the portraits on the walls made similar noises of shock and outrage. 'But they could be anywhere in the world—hidden—buried or invisible—'

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The locket and sword sort of have mixed Slytherin and Gryffindor colours. The Sword is silver with red rubies, and the locket is gold with green stones.

Interesting detail.

I am making plans for my version of book 7 (where Harry is a Slytherin) and I suddenly remembered that in canon Harry uses the sword of gryffindor to destroy the locket. Now through other plans I already have in place I was going to have Harry receive a Basilisk fang and use that instead, I even had an alternate reason for Harry and the gang to go to Bellatrix’ vault, but I just realized that Griphook only agrees to guide them in exchange for the sword. Now it is canon that a non gryffindor can hold the sword, just not summon it, but I didn’t want to use the sword at all as I was saving it for Neville.

So my question I need help with is should I replace my original plan with Harry still finding the sword, using it on the locket, and then giving it to Griphook to get to the vault, or should I use my original plan and someone help me figure out another way for them to persuade Griphook to help them.

When they were thinking about what the other horcruxes were, I thought and expected for quite a while that it would be the Sword of Gryffindor, and that horcruxes could destroy Horcruxes. Turns out I was wrong but did anyone else think this while reading DH?

In Deathly Hallows part 2. We saw Snapes memories in the pensieve.

In Dumbledores office with Dumbledore. He casted his patronus Which was obviously shown to show his connection to Lily.

But was that patronus used to help Harry?

It made me think it was the one at the frozen lake in the forest of Dean. But Dumbledore was dead by then.

So i’m not sure?

Who’s patronus was that? Was it Snapes?

Like if you agree that Drarry and all the rest of the harry potter ships are stupid. first of all, you know the meme thats like, *says in super highpitched voice* "you know how like the sword of gryffindor can destroy a horcrux? well, why doesnt harry die when he touches the sword if hes a horcrux?" *stops speaking in super highpitched voice* ok well first of all, dummies (no offense if your one of these people), he wasn't STABBED in the back with the sword, was he? you dont get injured or die when you touch a gun or knife do you? yeah, you dont. so that just answered your questions. second of all, what the heck guys. the harry potter fandom was such an influencing and inspiring thing until drarry and the rest of the hp ships came along. ONE MORE WORD ABOUT DRAPPLE THIS DRAPPLE THAT, AND IM GONNA- ahem ahem. sorry, i got a bit carried away. drarry is slightly better. ok i take that back. PLEASE stop with drarry, it's driving my up the wall! i know no one is gonna stop but ill try anyways. now to the next one. hp is a clean, fun series. (well, accepting the part when molly weasley calls bellatrix lestrange a beach *wink wink*) stop trying to turn it into a inappropriate, gacha life sensation! enjoy it how it is and keep your gross ships and fantasies to yourself.

According to the Sword of Gryffindor’s article, it was one of the many magical objects scattered across the Muggle world during the Calamity. Is this even true? If so, where would it be now?

Thanos: Should have gone for the-

Harry: Nope!

Thanos: Huh

Harry: Leave purple grape!

Thanos: You can't stop me

Harry: EXPELLIARMUS!

Thanos: Huh

Infinity Gauntlent goes flying

Harry:ACCIO GAUNTLENT!!

Thanos: SHOOT

Harry grabs sword of Gryffindor

Harry stabs gauntlent

Thor: sweet kid.

Harry disapparates