Riddle me this: you’re an invisible thirteen year old who has just snuck into a candy shop. Looking around, at all of the hundreds of different types of sweets that surround you, what do you go for? A lollipop. That your friend had already brought. YOU’RE INVISIBLE IN A CANDY SHOP AND YOU STEAL CANDY THAT SOMEONE HAS ALREADY BOUGHT. And not just anyone. Neville Longbottom. The kid with the worst luck in the world, and you steal his goddamn lollipop. Is anyone surprised that you’ve got a horcrux inside you, Harry Potter? Because I’m not surprised one bit.