‘Of the horcrux, wickedest of magical inventions,we shall neither speak nor give direction.-Magick Moste Evil’
‘The Diary,the ring, the locket,the cup,something of Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.
‘ Voldemort was conceived under the effects of a love potion,he does not have the ability to love truly.
His horcruxes were so that he could achieve immortality,so that he could live forever.
A horcrux is made from an act that splits the soul,an act so evil it rips the soul apart. In retrospect,maybe Horcrux is not the word I should have chosen while expounding upon my philosophy…before you kill me,remember this, I am a Harry Potter nerd and killing me will split your soul.
Moving on to the main topic.
Horcruxes of the light. I call them that because I believe we share our soul with those we love. When we love someone, we give them a part of our soul, it binds us to them for life. How else would you explain that pull,that gut feeling of just knowing or that moment when your thoughts are eerily similar. A part of us lives in them. It’s like when you meet an old friend and you’re just so happy you look like a child given cookies before dinner. Or anyone given cookies before dinner,because, you know, Cookies.
Or when you’re sitting with close friends, laughing so hard no sound comes out of your mouth so you just sit there, tears of laughter running down your face,clapping like a retarded seal.
It’s a wonderful feeling, knowing someone is inherently part of you and you of them. It is inexplicable. That happiness. A Horcux of the Light.
‘The iced tea,the music,the bookstores,the aimless wandering,the baking,the drinking and the dancing’ These created my horcruxes,when I shared my soul.
It’s a beautiful thought.