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"
But
why
?
"
"
Because
that
thing
's
bad
for
me
!
"
said
Ron
,
backing
away
from
the
locket
on
the
rock
.
"
I
ca
n't
handle
it
!
I
'm
not
making
excuses
,
for
what
I
was
like
,
but
it
affects
me
worse
than
it
affects
you
and
Hermione
,
it
made
me
think
stuff
--
stuff
that
I
was
thinking
anyway
,
but
it
made
everything
worse
.
I
ca
n't
explain
it
,
and
then
I
'd
take
it
off
and
I
'd
get
my
head
straight
again
,
and
then
I
'd
have
to
put
the
effing
thing
back
on
--
I
ca
n't
do
it
,
Harry
!
"
He
had
backed
away
,
the
sword
dragging
at
his
side
,
shaking
his
head
.
"
You
can
do
it
,
"
said
Harry
,
"
you
can
!
You
've
just
got
the
sword
,
I
know
it
's
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
Harry
's
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
open
with
a
little
click
.
Behind
both
of
the
glass
windows
within
blinked
a
living
eye
,
dark
and
handsome
as
Tom
Riddle
's
eyes
had
been
before
he
turned
them
scarlet
and
slit-pupiled
.
