"Three days later I came too, Headmaster Dippet, Madam Selwyn and Professor Slughorn waiting for me to come to. They gave me their condolences and said I could come to them as they understood. But how could they? I felt rage like I had never felt before, not with Billy Stubbs or Mrs Cole at the orphanage, not even with those who dared defy me and called me a mudblood all those years. Someone had to pay for what had happened. I started going through my bag to find if I had missed something, something that could maybe undo what had happened. What I found was worse. I found my diary, but it was not a simple diary anymore, I could feel my own essence pouring out of the pages. I leant over the bed in the hospital wing and vomited. I knew exactly what had happened, why both my Magic and Soul had felt different. I had been researching Horcruxes all year, my fear of my death had changed to the fear of Myrtles and I had been desperate but it happened anyway. However, he had done it Dumbledore had made me not only kill my own soulmate but make my first Horcrux from her death." Tom looked sick again recounting his story.