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And then Harry remembered why he had been eager to come to Dumbledore's office in the first place.
'You've found one. You've found a Horcrux.' 'I believe so.' Rage and resentment fought shock and excitement: for several moments, Harry could not speak.
'It is natural to be afraid,' said Dumbledore.
'I'm not scared!' said Harry at once, and it was perfectly true; fear was one emotion he was not feeling at all. 'Which Horcrux is it. Where is it.' 'I am not sure which it is - though I think we can rule out the snake - but I believe it to be hidden in a cave on the coast many miles from here, a cave I have been trying to locate for a very long time: the cave in which Tom Riddle once terrorised two children from his orphanage on their annual trip; you remember.' 'Yes,' said Harry. 'How is it protected.' 'I do not know; I have suspicions that may be entirely wrong.' Dumbledore hesitated, then said, 'Harry, I promised you that you could come with me, and I stand by that promise, but it would be very wrong of me not to warn you that this will be exceedingly dangerous.' 'I'm coming,' said Harry, almost before Dumbledore had finished speaking. Boiling with anger at Snape, his desire to do something desperate and risky had increased tenfold in the last few minutes. This seemed to show on Harry's face, for Dumbledore moved away from the window, and looked more closely at Harry, a slight crease between his silver eyebrows.
'What has happened to you.' 'Nothing,' lied Harry promptly.
'What has upset you.' 'I'm not upset.' 'Harry, you were never a good Occlumens -' The word was the spark that ignited Harry's fury.
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