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"
Precisely
!
"
said
Dumbledore
.
"
He
took
your
blood
and
rebuilt
his
living
body
with
it
!
Your
blood
in
his
veins
,
Harry
,
Lily
's
protection
inside
both
of
you
!
He
thethered
you
to
life
while
he
lives
!
"
"
I
live
...
while
he
lives
?
But
I
thought
...
I
thought
it
was
the
other
way
around
!
I
thought
we
both
had
to
die
?
Or
is
it
the
same
thing
?
"
He
was
distracted
by
the
whimpering
and
thumping
of
the
agonized
creature
behind
them
and
glanced
back
at
it
yet
again
.
"
Are
you
sure
we
ca
n't
do
anything
?
"
"
There
is
no
help
possible
.
"
"
Then
explain
...
more
,
"
said
Harry
,
and
Dumbledore
smiled
.
"
You
were
the
seventh
Horcrux
,
Harry
,
the
Horcrux
he
never
meant
to
make
.
He
had
rendered
his
soul
so
unstable
that
it
broke
apart
when
he
committed
those
acts
of
unspeakable
evil
,
the
murder
of
your
parents
,
the
attempted
killing
of
a
child
.
But
what
escaped
from
that
room
was
even
less
than
he
knew
.
He
left
more
than
his
body
behind
.
He
left
part
of
himself
latched
to
you
,
the
would-be
victim
who
had
survived
.
"
And
his
knowledge
remained
woefully
incomplete
,
Harry
!
That
which
Voldemort
does
not
value
,
he
takes
no
trouble
to
comprehend
.
Of
house-elves
and
children
's
tales
,
of
love
,
loyalty
,
and
innocence
,
Voldemort
knows
and
understands
nothing
.
Nothing
.
That
they
all
have
a
power
beyond
his
own
,
a
power
beyond
the
reach
of
any
magic
,
is
a
truth
he
has
never
grasped
.
"
He
took
your
blood
believing
it
would
strengthen
him
.
He
took
into
his
body
a
tiny
part
of
the
enchantment
your
mother
laid
upon
you
when
she
died
for
you
.
