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The Silver Doe

           Ronyelledinshockandbackedawayasthefiguresblossomedoutofthelocket,firstchests,thenwaists,thenlegs,untiltheystoodinthelocket,sidebysideliketreeswithacommonroot,swayingoverRonandtherealHarry,whohadsnatchedhisfingersawayfromthelocketasitburned,suddenly,white-hot.

           "Ron!"heshouted,buttheRiddle-HarrywasnowspeakingwithVoldemort’svoiceandRonwasgazing,mesmerized,intoitsface.

           "Whyreturn?Wewerebetterwithoutyou,happierwithoutyou,gladofyourabsence…Welaughedatyourstupidity,yourcowardice,yourpresumption"

           "Presumption!"echoedtheRiddle-Hermione,whowasmorebeautifulandyetmoreterriblethantherealHermione:Sheswayed,cackling,beforeRon,wholookedhorrified,yettransfixed,theswordhangingpointlesslyathisside."Whocouldlookatyou,whowouldeverlookatyou,besideHarryPotter?Whathaveyoueverdone,comparedwiththeChosenOne?Whatareyou,comparedwiththeBoyWhoLived?"

           "Ron,stabit,STABIT!"Harryyelled,butRondidnotmove.Hiseyeswerewide,andtheRiddle-HarryandtheRiddle-Hermionewerereflectedinthem,theirhairswirlinglikeflames,theireyesshiningred,theirvoicesliftedinanevilduet.

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