It seems like the right time to point out to all my fellow mothers that what we are doing here is meddling with the dark arts. Every time you have a baby, you’re essentially creating a horcrux.
Think about it.
1. A horcrux is something in which you place a fragment of your soul.
Creepy, huh?
2. A horcrux gives you immortality.
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3. A horcrux is created “by an act of evil–the supreme act of evil.” Duh. Sex. As Horace Slughorn instructed us, “The [person] intent on creating a horcrux would use the [sex] to her advantage.”
If that’s not black magic, I don’t know what is.
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4. Making a horcrux leaves the part of the soul remaining in the person unstable. Hmmmmmmmmm…..
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5. Each time you create a horcrux, you increase your chance at immortality–and decrease your humanity. Your physical and emotional self degrades as you go on creating them.
My aunt once said, concerning a woman of 10 children, “There’s nothing left of her.”
6. The true nature of horcruxes was kept secret from the wizarding world, just as no one can prepare you for what motherhood is like, for the depths of what is involved. As Adalbert Waffling’s Fundamental Laws of Magic warns us, “Tamper with the deepest mysteries — the source of life, the essence of self — only if prepared for consequences of the most extreme and dangerous kind.”
7. According to the wizard scholars, seven “intentional horcruxes” is the max. It is too dangerous to attempt the creation of another after that.
She looks OK. Maybe there were a lot of accidental ones.
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8. In fact, after six or seven horcruxes, whether you intend to make another or not, just performing the evil deed will cause your soul to essentially disintegrate into complete inhumanity.
(See also: Not tonight, I have a headache, I’m too tired, and Keep away you spermy bastard.)
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9. The horcrux itself is capable of haunting anyone who gets too close to it. As Hermione says, “You’re in trouble if you get too fond of or dependent on the Horcrux.” The young horcrux, in particular (*shivers*), really drains the creator.
If only they’d just drain evenly on both sides…
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And then there’s the fact that my son woke up one morning with a certain wound on his forehead. I’m not sure what happened there, but here’s what I do know…
We’re all witches today.
Happy Halloween, everyone.
Thanks to Courtney of sweetsaltytart.com for this idea.
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