March 17, 2026
The Ministry doesn’t know what to do anymore.
They should’ve never gotten involved with Mudbloods.
I found the Horcrux, and holding it in my hands makes it difficult to move as it holding it feels like I’m under the forbidden torture curse.
The Aurors were right; they’re making more of them and the magic became complicated.
The Mudbloods are helping them hide Horcruxes, dear…
Now I know how Dumbledore felt, except the pain of Veritaserum can be much worse and I feel constantly out of breath.
I will use no dark magic to destroy this thing…you know my vratas, and I possess none of the venom required as the basilisks are all dead and what’s left of their venom is in the Mudblood black market.
I wanted you to know…my love.
I don’t know if I’ll make it out of this maze.
I’ll swallow the Horcrux for now so it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.
If you find me alive, do NOT use ancient magic to extract my pain. The Horcrux pain will latch itself onto you. I already tried that magic and it does not work on Horcruxes, for the Horcrux is the rage of pain itself.
The maze changes everyday and the pain of the Horcrux bogs the mind and dulls the senses, most likely to specifically impair recollection of the changes themselves.
This will be my last spell to you because I need to save energy to experiment in other forms of magic to destroy this thing.
Who says dark magic is the only solution?
Expecto Patronum!
Fanfiction in inspired by the Harry Potter books, authored by J.K. Rowling.
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