Ron: It doesn’t just turn off lights. I don’t know how it works, but Christmas morning, I was sleeping in this little pub, keeping away from some Snatchers. And I heard it.
Harry: It?
Ron: A voice. Your voice, Hermione. It cut me out of it.
Hermione: And what exactly did I say, may I ask?
Ron: My name. Just my name. Like a whisper. So I took it, clicked it, and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew, sure enough, it floated toward me, the ball of light. And right into my chest. Straight through me. Right here.
my bb,
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