Only one thing mattered: this was not a Horcrux. Dumbledore had weakened himself by drinking that horrible potion for nothing. Harry crumpled the parchment in his hand and his eyes burned with tears as behind him Fang began to howl.
How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?
I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost... But still, I was alive.