*A post that waited its time to be published

Soon enough we learn that the evilest of horcruxes exist among Muggles.

“But, of course, existence in such a form… few would want it, Tom, very few. Death would be preferable.”

Hand humans their wands and they will cast spells on each other without the decency of a duel.

Power remains one of the greatest dividers of the soul, and, because the soul remains the core of humanity, of humanity itself.

Tom Riddle: And how exactly does one split his soul?

Slughorn: Well, you must understand that the soul is supposed to remain intact and whole. Splitting it is an act of violation, it is against nature.

The fragmented view grows more fragmented. Losing touch of fellows’ goodness follows supreme familiarity with personal wickedness.

Ron: Isn’t there any way of putting yourself back together?
Hermione: Yes, but it would be excruciatingly painful.
Harry: Why? How do you do it?
Hermione: Remorse. You’ve got to really feel what you’ve done. 

So it’s the story of the dragon Eustace all over again that sustains the end part.