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Said Ron. No, dont open it. Im serious. Why not. asked Harry. Lets get rid of the damn thing, its been months - I cant, Harry, Im serious - you do it - But why. Because that things bad for me. said Ron, backing away from the locket on the rock. I cant handle it. Im not making excuses, Harry, for what I was like, but it affects me worse than it affected you and Hermione, it made me think stuff - stuff I source thinking anyway, but it made go here worse, I cant explain it, and then Id take it off and Id get my head on straight again, and then Id have to put the effing thing back on - I cant do it, Harry. He had backed away, the sword dragging at his side, shaking his head. You can do it, said Harry, you can. Youve just got the sword, I know its supposed to be you who uses it. Please, just get rid of it, Ron. The sound of his name seemed to act like a stimulant. Ron swallowed, then, still breathing hard through his long nose, moved back toward the rock. Tell me when, he croaked. On three, said Harry, looking back down at the locket and narrowing his eyes, concentrating on the letter S, imagining a serpent, while the contents of the locket rattled like a trapped cockroach. It would have been easy to pity it, except that the cut around Harrys neck still burned. One. two. three. open. The last word came as a hiss and a snarl and the golden doors of the locket swung wide with a little click. Behind both of the glass windows within blinked a living eye, dark and handsome as Tom Riddles eyes had been before he turned them scarlet and slit-pupiled. Stab, said Harry, holding the locket steady on the rock. Ron raised the sword in his shaking hands: The point dangled over the frantically swiveling eyes, and Harry gripped the locket tightly, bracing himself, already imagining blood pouring from go here empty windows. Then a voice hissed from out of the Horcrux. I have seen your heart, and it is mine. Dont listen to it. Harry said harshly. Stab it. I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears. All you desire is possible, but all that you dread is also possible. Stab. shouted Harry; his voice echoed off the surrounding trees, the sword point trembled, and Ron gazed down into Riddles eyes. Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter. Least loved, now, by the girl who prefers your friend. Second best, always, eternally overshadowed. Ron, stab it now. Harry bellowed: He could feel the locket quivering in his grip and was scared of what was coming. Ron raised the sword still higher, and as he did so, Riddles eyes gleamed scarlet. Out of the lockets two windows, out of the eyes, there bloomed, like two grotesque bubbles, the heads of Harry and Hermione, weirdly distorted. Ron yelled in shock and backed away as the figures blossomed out of the locket, first chests, then waists, then legs, until they stood in the locket, side by side like trees with a common root, swaying over Ron and the real Harry, who had snatched his fingers away from the locket as it burned, suddenly, white-hot. Ron. he shouted, but the Riddle-Harry was now speaking with Voldemorts voice and Ron was gazing, mesmerized, into its face. Why return. We were better without you, happier without you, glad of your absence. We laughed at your stupidity, your cowardice, your presumption - Presumption. echoed the Riddle-Hermione, who was more beautiful and yet more terrible than the real Hermione: She swayed, cackling, before Ron, who looked horrified yet transfixed, the sword hanging pointlessly at his side. Who could look at you, who would ever look at you, beside Harry Potter. What have you ever done, compared with the Chosen One. What are you, compared with the Boy Who Lived. Ron, stab it, STAB IT. Harry yelled, but Ron did not move: His eyes were wide, and the Riddle-Harry and the Riddle-Hermione were reflected in them, their hair swirling like flames, their eyes shining red, their voices lifted in an evil duet. Your mother confessed, sneered Riddle-Harry, while Riddle-Hermione jeered, that she would have preferred me as a son, would be glad to exchange. Who wouldnt prefer him, what woman would take you, you are nothing, nothing, nothing to him, crooned Riddle-Hermione, and she stretched like a snake and entwined herself around Riddle-Harry, wrapping him in a close embrace: Their lips met. On the ground in front of them, Rons face filled with anguish. He raised the sword high, his arms shaking. Do it, Ron. Harry yelled. Ron looked toward him, and Harry thought he saw a trace of scarlet in his eyes. Ron -. The sword flashed, plunged: Harry threw himself out of the way, there was a clang of metal and a long, drawn-out scream. Harry whirled around, slipping in the snow, wand held ready to defend himself: but there was nothing to fight. The monstrous versions of himself and Hermione were gone: There was only Ron, standing there with the sword held slackly in his hand, looking down at the shattered remains of the locket on the flat rock. Slowly, Harry walked back to him, hardly knowing what to say or do. Ron was breathing heavily: His eyes were no longer red at all, but this web page normal blue; they were also wet. Harry stooped, pretending he had not seen, and picked up the broken Horcrux. Ron had pierced the glass in both windows: Riddles eyes were gone, and the stained silk lining of the locket was smoking slightly. The thing that had lived in the Horcrux had vanished; torturing Ron had been its final act. The sword clanged as Ron dropped it. He had sunk to his knees, his head in his arms. He was shaking, but not, Harry realized, from cold. Harry crammed the broken locket into his pocket, knelt down beside Ron, and placed a hand cautiously on his shoulder. He took it as a good sign that Ron did not throw it off. After you left, he said in a low voice, grateful for the fact that Rons face was hidden, she cried for a week. Probably longer, only she didnt Diablo map me to see. There were loads of nights when we never even spoke to each other. With you gone. He could not finish; it was only now that Ron was here again that Harry fully realized how much his absence had cost them. Shes like my sister, he went on. I love her like a sister and I reckon she feels the same way about me. Its always been like that. I thought you knew. Ron did not respond, but turned his face away from Harry and wiped his nose noisily on his sleeve. Harry got to his feet again and walked to where Rons enormous rucksack lay yards away, discarded as Ron had run toward the pool to save Harry from drowning. He hoisted it onto his own back and walked back to Ron, who clambered to his feet as Harry approached, eyes bloodshot but otherwise composed. Im sorry, he said in a thick voice. Im sorry I left. I know I was a - a - He looked around at the darkness, as click at this page hoping a bad enough word would swoop down upon him and claim him. Youve sort of made up for it tonight, said Harry. Getting the sword. Finishing off the Horcrux. Saving my life. That makes me sound a lot cooler than I was, Ron mumbled. Stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was, said Harry. Ive been trying to tell you that for years. Simultaneously they walked forward and hugged, Harry gripping the stillsopping back of Rons jacket. And now, said Harry as they broke apart, all weve got to do is find the tent again. But it was not difficult. Though the walk through the dark forest with the doe had seemed lengthy, with Ron by his side the journey back seemed to take a surprisingly short time. Harry could not wait to wake Hermione, and it was with quickening excitement that he entered the tent, Ron lagging a little behind him. It was gloriously warm after the pool and the forest, the only illumination the bluebell flames still shimmering in a bowl on the floor. Hermione was fast asleep, curled up under her blankets, and did not move until Harry had said her name several times. Hermione. She stirred, then sat up quickly, pushing her hair out of her face. Whats wrong. Harry. Are you all right. Its okay, everythings fine. More than fine. Im great. Theres someone here. What do you mean. Who -. She saw Ron, who stood there holding the sword and dripping onto the threadbare carpet. Harry backed into a shadowy corner, slipped off Rons rucksack, and attempted to blend in with the canvas. Hermione slid out of her bunk and moved like a sleepwalker toward Ron, her eyes upon his pale face. She stopped right in front of him, her lips slightly Diablo map, her eyes wide. Ron gave a weak, hopeful smile and half raised his arms. Hermione launched herself forward and started punching every inch of him that she could reach. Ouch - ow - gerroff. What the -. Hermione - OW. You - complete - arse - Ronald - Weasley. She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced. You - crawl - back - here - after - weeks - and - weeks - oh, wheres my wand. She looked as though ready to wrestle it out of Harrys hands and he reacted instinctively. Protego. The invisible continue reading erupted between Ron and Hermione: The force of it knocked her backward onto the floor. Spitting hair out of her mouth, she leapt up again. Hermione. said Harry. Calm - I will not calm down. she screamed. Never before had he seen her lose control like this; she looked quite demented. Give me back my wand. Give it back click the following article me. Hermione, will you please - Dont you tell me what to do, Harry Potter. she screeched. Dont you dare. Give it back now. And YOU. She was pointing at Ron in dire accusation: It was like a malediction, and Harry could not blame Ron for retreating several steps. I came running after you. I called you. I begged you to come back. I know, Ron said, Hermione, Im sorry, Im really - Oh, youre sorry. She laughed, a high-pitched, out-of-control sound; Ron looked at Harry for help, but Harry merely grimaced his helplessness. You come back after weeks - weeks - and you think its all going to be all right if you just say sorry. Well, what else can I say. Ron shouted, and Harry was glad that Ron was fighting back. Oh, I dont know. yelled Hermione with awful sarcasm. Rack your brains, Ron, that should only take a couple of seconds - Hermione, interjected Harry, who considered this a low blow, he just saved my - I dont care. she screamed. I dont care what hes done. Weeks and weeks, we could have been dead for all he knew - I knew you werent dead. bellowed Ron, drowning her voice for the first time, and approaching as close as he could with the Shield Charm between them. Harrys all over the Prophet, all over the radio, theyre looking for you everywhere, all these rumors and mental stories, I knew Id hear straight off if you were dead, you dont know what its been like - What its been like for you. Her voice was now so shrill only bats would be able to hear it soon, but she had reached a level of indignation that rendered her temporarily speechless, and Ron seized his opportunity. I wanted to come back the minute Id Disapparated, but I walked straight into a gang of Snatchers, Hermione, and I couldnt go anywhere. A gang of what. asked Harry, as Hermione threw herself down into a chair with her arms and legs crossed so tightly it seemed unlikely that she would unravel them for several years. Snatchers, said Ron. Theyre everywhere - gangs trying to earn gold by rounding up Muggle-borns and blood traitors, theres a reward from the Ministry for everyone captured. I was on my own and I look like I might be school age; they got really excited, thought I was a Muggle-born in hiding. I had to talk fast to get out of being dragged to the Ministry. What did you say to them. Told them I was Stan Shunpike. First person I could think of. And they believed that. They werent the brightest. One of them was definitely part troll, the smell off him. Ron glanced at Hermione, clearly hopeful she might soften at this small instance of humor, but her expression remained stony above her tightly knotted limbs. Anyway, they had a row about whether I was Stan or not. It was a bit pathetic to be honest, but there were still five of them and only one of me and theyd taken my wand. Then two of them got into a fight and while the others were distracted I managed to hit the one holding me in the stomach, grabbed his wand, Disarmed the bloke holding mine, and Disapparated. I didnt do it so well, Splinched myself again - Ron held up his right hand to show two missing fingernails; Hermione raised her eyebrows coldly - and I came out miles from where you were. By the time I got back to that bit of riverbank rust game new version order wed been. youd gone. Gosh, what a gripping story, Hermione said in the lofty voice she adopted when wishing to wound. You must have been simply terrified. Meanwhile we went to Godrics Hollow and, lets think, what happened there, Harry. Oh yes, You-Know-Whos snake turned up, it nearly killed both of us, and then You-Know-Who himself arrived and missed us by about a second. What. Ron said, gaping from her to Harry, but Hermione ignored him. Imagine losing fingernails, Harry. That really puts our sufferings into perspective, doesnt it. Hermione, said Harry quietly, Ron just saved my life. She appeared not to have heard him. One thing I would like to know, though, she said, fixing her eyes on a spot a foot over Rons head. How exactly did you find us tonight. Thats important. Once we know, well be able to make sure were not visited by anyone else we dont want to see. Ron glared at her, then pulled a small silver object from his jeans pocket. This. She had to look at Ron to see what he was showing them. The Deluminator. she asked, so surprised she forgot to look cold and fierce. It doesnt just turn the lights on and off, said Ron. I dont know how it works or why it happened then and not any other time, because Ive been wanting to come back ever since I left. But I was listening to the radio really early on Christmas morning and I heard. I heard you. He was looking at Hermione. You heard me on the radio. she asked incredulously. No, I heard you coming out of my pocket. Your voice, he held up the Deluminator again, came out of this. And what exactly did I say. asked Hermione, her tone somewhere between skepticism and curiosity. My name. Ron. And you said. something about a wand. Hermione turned a fiery shade of scarlet.
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