Harry Potter And The Half-blood Prince Page #7

are purely academical.

I mean, personally,

these plants always kinda freak me out.

Exactly how did you get

out of the castle, Harry?

Through the front door, sir.

I'm off to Hagrid's, you see.

He's a very dear friend

and I just fancy paying him a visit.

So if you don't mind,

I will be going now.

- Harry!

- Sir?

It's nearly nightfall.

Surely, you realise

I can't allow you to go

roaming the grounds

by yourself.

Well then, by all means,

come along, sir.

Harry, I must insist you

accompany me

back to the castle

immediately!

That would

be counterproductive, sir.

And what makes

you say that?

No idea.

Horace.

Merlin's beard!

Is that an actual Acromantula?

A dead one,

I think, sir.

Good God.

Dear fellow, however

did you manage to kill it?

"Kill it"?

My oldest friend,

he was.

I'm so sorry,

I didn't--

Ah, don't worry yourself.

You're not alone.

Seriously misunderstood creatures,

spiders are.

The eyes I reckon,

they unnerve some folk.

Not to mention

the pincers.

Yeah,

I reckon that too.

Hagrid...

The last thing

I wish to be is indelicate

but Acromantula venom

is uncommonly rare.

Would you allow me

to extract a vial or two,

purely for academic purposes,

you understand?

Well I don't suppose it's gonna do him

much good now is it.

My thoughts exactly.

I have a ampoule or two about my person

for just such occassions as this.

Old... Potion master's habit,

you know?

I wish you could have

seen him with his prime.

Magnificent, he was.

Just magnificent.

Would you like me

to say a few words?

Yes.

Had a family, I trust?

Oh, yeah.

- Farewell...

- Aragog.

Farewell, Aragog.

King of the arachnids.

Your body will decay...

but your spirit lingers on

and your human friends

find solace,

the loss

they have sustained.

# Laid to rest, #

# And his wand,

snapped in two, #

# Which was sad, #

I had him from an egg,

you know?

Tiny little thing he was

when he hatched.

No bigger

than a Pekingese.

A Pekingese, mind you.

How sweet!

I once had a fish.

Francis.

He was very dear to me.

One afternoon,

I came downstairs and...

it vanished.

Poof.

That's very odd,

isn't it?

Yes, doesn't it?

But that's life!

I suppose,

you--you go along with

and suddenly...

poof.

Poof.

Poof.

It was a student

who gave me Francis.

One spring afternoon,

I discovered the bowl on my desk...

With just a few inches

of clear water in it...

And floating on the surface

was a flower petal.

As I watched, it sank.

But just before

it reached the bottom,

it transformed

into a wee fish.

It was beautiful magic.

Wondrous to behold.

The flower petal

had come from a lily.

Your mother.

The day I came downstairs,

day's the bowl was empty.

That's the day

your mother...

I know

why you're here.

But I can't help you.

It would ruin me.

Do you know

why I survived, Professor?

The night I got this?

Because of her,

because she sacrificed herself...

Because she refused

to step aside.

Because her love was more powerful

than Voldemort.

- Don't say his name.

- I'm not afraid of the name, Professor.

I'm going

to tell you something.

Something others

have only guessed at.

It's true.

I am the Chosen One.

Only I can destroy him,

but in order to do so,

I need to know

what Tom Riddle asked you

all those years ago

in your office

and I need to know

what you told him.

Be brave, Professor.

Be brave

like my mother.

Otherwise,

you disgrace her.

Otherwise,

she died for nothing.

Otherwise,

the bowl will remain empty.

Forever.

Please, don't think badly of me

when you say it.

I had no idea

what he was like, even then.

I was in the library

the other day.

In the restricted section...

and I read something

rather odd about this rare magic.

It's called, as I understand it,

a Horcrux.

- I beg your pardon?

- Horcrux.

I came across the term

while reading...

and I didn't fully

understand it.

I'm not sure

what you were reading, Tom,

but this is very dark stuff.

Very dark, indeed.

Which is...

why I came to you.

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 one's soul

and hides part of it in an object.

By doing so,

you are protected,

should you be attacked

and your body destroyed.

Protected?

That part of your soul

which is hidden lives on.

In other words,

you cannot die.

And how does

one splits his soul, sir?

I think you already know

the answer to that, Tom.

Murder.

Yes, killing rips the soul apart

and it is a violation against nature.

Can you only

split the soul once?

For instance,

isn't seven--

Seven?

Merlin's beard, Tom!

Isn't it bad enough

to consider killing one person?

To rip the soul

in seven pieces!

This is all hypothetical,

isn't it, Tom?

All academic?

Of course, sir.

It'll be our little secret.

Sir.

This is beyond anything

I imagined.

Do you mean, sir,

he succeeded, sir?

- In making a Horcrux?

- Oh yes, he succeeded, alright.

- And not just once.

- What are they exactly?

It could be anything.

Most common place

of objects.

A ring, for example,

or a book.

Tom Riddle's diary.

It's a horcrux, yes.

Four years ago when you saved

Ginny Weasley's life

in the Chamber of Secrets,

you brought me this.

I knew then,

this was a different kind of magic.

Very dark,

very powerful.

But until tonight,

I had no idea just how powerful...

- And the ring?

- Belonged to Voldemort's mother.

Difficult to find.

Even more difficult to destroy.

But if you could find them all,

if you did destroy each Horcrux--

One destroys Voldemort.

How would you

find them?

They could be hidden anywhere,

couldn't they?

True, but magic,

especially dark magic...

leaves traces.

It's where you've been going,

isn't it, sir?

When you leave the school.

Yes, and I think perhaps,

I may have found another.

But this time,

I cannot hope to destroy it alone.

Once again, I must ask

too much of you, Harry.

Have you ever considered

that you ask too much,

that you take too much

for granted?

Has it ever crossed

your brilliant mind

that I don't want

to do this anymore?

Whether it has or hasn't

is irrelevant.

I will not negotiate

with you, Severus.

You agreed.

Nothing more to discuss.

Oh, Harry...

You need a shave,

my friend.

You know, at times,

I forget how much you've grown.

At times, I still see

the small boy from the cupboard.

Forgive my mawkishness, Harry.

I'm an old man.

You still look

the same to me, sir.

Just like your mother,

you are unfailingly kind.

A trait people never fail

to undervalue, I'm afraid.

The place to which we journey tonight

is extremely dangerous.

I promise you for the company of me

and I stand by that promise.

But there's one condition.

You must obey every command

I give you without question.

Yes, sir.

You do understand

what I'm saying.

Should I tell you to hide,

you hide.

Should I tell you to run,

you run.

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