Weakness

Summary:

Harry Potter knew that Voldemort had one weakness; The Horcruxes. Dumbledore knew that Tom had two.

A/N. This will be my first multi chapter fan fiction. Please tell me how to improve and enjoy.

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P.S Could someone please PM me the names of the Slytherins in 1943's Hogwarts? I need to know who would be a death eater then.

Thoughts

"Speaking"

I do not own Harry Potter

Chapter 1: Down the rabbit hole.

At 11pm sat behind his desk, Dumbledore was debating with himself. He couldn't decide whether or not to reveal Voldemort's second weakness; he wasn't sure how much difference it would make anyway. Harry was doing well collecting the Horcruxes but any information regarding Voldemort (Or Tom as Dumbledore had known him) could dramatically tip the balance in the favour of the light. He wasn't certain that this information would be useful in any way; he could be dead, dark or uninterested in helping. On the other hand the risks of this going wrong were probably worth it.

Harry was confused, he had been told to visit Dumbledore's office but had yet to discover why. The elderly headmaster appeared to be in deep thought about something. Maybe he has found another Horcrux thought Harry with building trepidation. Horcrux hunting was highly dangerous and scary but Harry had to do what he could as the boy who lived. Dumbledore hadn't even verbally acknowledged that Harry was sitting there, which made Harry's stomach roll with the implications. He sat behind his desk, staring at nothing, and occasionally glancing up as though he was going to talk but he hadn't yet. Dumbledore was wearing dark navy blue formal robes which created an aura of seriousness and dread around the elderly man. Harry eventually grew tired of waiting (he had been summoned from his bed for this meeting) and, as his nature as a Gryffindor would suggest, spoke up.

"Headmaster, why am I here? Is it a Horcrux again?" Harry finally asked after a few minutes sat in complete silence. "No Harry my dear boy, not another Horcrux but something important to the war again Voldemort none the less." Dumbledore had made up his mind. If this works Harry might just have a chance at beating Tom.

"Have you ever heard of a student called Harrison Porter? He was one of my students in 1943 and as I understand he was very close to Voldemort during his sixth year." …Although that was Harrison's first and only year attending Hogwarts.

Most people believed Voldemort to be heartless but Dumbledore knew not to make such assumptions. He himself had witnessed as the relationship between Harrison and Tom grew until the end of Tom's sixth year at Hogwarts, when Harrison got off the train at Kings cross station and never returned. Tom had been at Hogwarts all that summer though, which meant that he couldn't have killed Harrison even if Dumbledore believed that he was responsible for the opening of the chamber.

"No headmaster, I can't say that I have. Why? How do mean that he was close to Voldemort?" Ah, so Harry had picked up on that. "I mean, Harry, is that Voldemort may have once loved someone and if they still live perhaps they may be willing to aid us." He paused to allow thought. "When Harrison had been my student he did not seem partial to the dark arts and if that hasn't changed it may just be what the light needs to help win against Tom."

"Voldemort…loved someone? Headmaster, even if that were true then would it even matter. If Voldemort has split his soul he probably wouldn't care, would he?" Harry felt confused by this. If Voldemort could love then it made him more human. It also meant that it would be harder for Harry to kill him, he wasn't sure if he could murder someone with a soul.

"I think it would be best if you witnessed this yourself." Dumbledore walked over to the wall where a pensive was waiting to be used. He placed his wand to his temple and carefully extracted the necessary memories before waiting patiently for them to be absorbed into the pensive. "Please come here Harry. These are all of my memories of Harrison Porter. I believe that if you view them, you might be able to understand Tom and maybe then we can end this war."

Harry walked cautiously to the pensive and held the edge with both hands clasped tightly. "Are you sure this is a good idea Headmaster? Won't seeing Voldemort as able to love make him harder to kill? I don't think I can kill someone who has loved, felt pain, who might still be human." Harry peered into the swirling liquid watching the memories swim. Dumbledore was slow to answer and when he did he chose his words carefully. "I know you aren't a killer Harry and it is your choice to watch the memories. If you believe they can be of use to us it is likely they will be but I do not think it wise to ignore them."

Harry sighed. "I suppose…if it helps." He didn't wait for Dumbledore to answer preferring to just get on with it. Harry slowly lowered his head into the pensive and gasped as the memory pulled him in.

There was a pulling sensation in his navel; it was similar to travel be apparition or port key at first but gradually grew stronger. Harry felt the very fabric of his being torn apart and reassembled as he fell down a seemingly endless path. He found himself comparing his experience to a muggle book he had read once- Alice in wonderland- as he accelerated down the rabbit hole created by the pensive. He was painfully aware of every cell in his body burning as his soul was pulled mercilessly towards its destination.

A/N There you have it, the first instalment of Weakness. Please leave a review if you like this and would like me to continue. Also I could really use those names… Thanks for reading! :)

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