The mixture of alcohol and emotions is a deadly one and that was exactly what Harry needed to get the memory from Slughorn. Once he had the vial in his hand, he felt the potion’s euphoric confidence beginning to wear off. He needed to get to Dumbledore, but he stopped short. It was late and Dumbledore had been gone a while, besides from what Sirius and Hermione had told him, Snape and McGonagall had destroyed quite a few Horcruxes on their own.... His footsteps slowed as he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady who was quite annoyed