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"
We
're
not
the
one
with
an
obsession
,
Harry
!
We
're
the
ones
trying
to
do
what
Dumbledore
wanted
us
to
do
!
"
But
he
was
impervious
to
the
veiled
criticism
.
Dumbledore
had
left
the
sign
of
the
Hallows
for
Hermione
to
decipher
,
and
he
had
also
,
Harry
remained
convinced
of
it
,
left
the
Resurrection
Stone
hidden
in
the
golden
Snitch
.
Neither
can
live
while
the
other
survives
...
master
of
Death
...
Why
did
n't
Ron
and
Hermione
understand
?
"
'
The
last
enemy
shall
be
destroyed
is
death
,
'
"
Harry
quoted
calmly
.
"
I
thought
it
was
You-Know-Who
we
were
supposed
to
be
fighting
?
"
Hermione
retorted
,
and
Harry
gave
up
on
her
.
Even
the
mystery
of
the
silver
doe
,
which
the
other
two
insisted
on
discussing
,
seemed
less
important
to
Harry
now
,
a
vaguely
interesting
sideshow
.
The
only
other
thing
that
mattered
to
him
was
that
his
scar
had
begun
to
prickle
again
,
although
he
did
all
he
could
to
hide
this
fact
from
the
other
two
.
He
sought
solitude
whenever
it
happened
,
but
was
disappointed
by
what
he
saw
.
The
visions
he
and
Voldemort
were
sharing
had
changed
in
quality
;
they
had
become
blurred
,
shifting
as
though
they
were
moving
in
and
out
of
focus
.
Harry
was
just
able
to
make
out
the
indistinct
features
of
an
object
that
looked
like
a
skull
,
and
something
like
a
mountain
that
was
more
shadow
than
substance
.
Used
to
images
sharp
as
reality
,
Harry
was
disconcerted
by
the
change
.
He
was
worried
that
the
connection
between
himself
and
Voldemort
had
been
damaged
,
a
connection
that
he
both
feared
and
,
whatever
he
had
told
Hermione
,
prized
.
Somehow
Harry
connected
these
unsatisfying
,
vague
images
with
the
destruction
of
his
wand
,
as
if
it
was
the
blackthorn
wand
's
fault
that
he
could
no
longer
see
into
Voldemort
's
mind
as
well
as
before
.
As
the
weeks
crept
on
,
Harry
could
not
help
but
notice
,
even
through
his
new
self-absorption
,
that
Ron
seemed
to
be
taking
charge
.
Perhaps
because
he
was
determined
to
make
up
for
having
walked
out
on
them
,
perhaps
because
Harry
's
descent
into
listlessness
galvanized
his
dormant
leadership
qualities
,
Ron
was
the
one
now
encouraging
and
exhorting
the
other
two
into
action
.
"
Three
Horcruxes
left
,
"
he
kept
saying
.
"
We
need
a
plan
of
action
,
come
on
!
Where
have
n't
we
looked
?
Let
's
go
through
it
again
.
The
orphanage
...
"
Diagon
Alley
,
Hogwarts
,
the
Riddle
House
,
Borgin
and
Burkes
,
Albania
,
every
place
that
they
knew
Tom
Riddle
had
ever
lived
or
worked
,
visited
or
murdered
,
Ron
and
Hermione
raked
over
them
again
,
Harry
joining
in
only
to
stop
Hermione
pestering
him
.
He
would
have
been
happy
to
sit
alone
in
silence
,
trying
to
read
Voldemort
's
thoughts
,
to
find
out
more
about
the
Elder
Wand
,
but
Ron
insisted
on
journeying
to
ever
more
unlikely
places
simply
,
Harry
was
aware
,
to
keep
them
moving
.
"
You
never
know
,
"
was
Ron
's
constant
refrain
.
"
Upper
Flagley
is
a
Wizarding
village
,
he
might
've
wanted
to
live
there
.
Let
's
go
and
have
a
poke
around
.
"
