I have seven horcuxes.
They're MY seven horcruxes.
I need them to stay alive.
Everytime one of them is destroyed, a part of me is destroyed too.
And once all of them destroyed, I'm vulnerable. And I will be destroyed too.
They're all I have. All I need.
I won't name them. Because they know who they are. And they know who the others are.
I haven't had seven people I trust more than them.
They're closer than family. More important than friends.
I can tell them anything.
I don't feel embarrassed around them.
I've finally found somewhere I fit in.
And that's with them.
I've never felt like I can't talk to them.
Of course I've had a tiny argument with one or two, but without fights, we aren't friends.
We have these inside jokes. These jokes that nobody will understand unless they were there, and even then, if they aren't one of the inner seven they won't understand fully.
The point of this is... I love them. And I need them. And I couldn't live without them.
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But Voldemort didn't feel it when his Horcruxes were destroyed.
*Is major buzzkill*
*Le feels evil*