The Horcrux

On the ground in front of them, Ron’s 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.

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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter 19: The Silver Doe