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Cassidy's POV:

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Cassidy's POV:

     "Meet us upstairs," Harry whispered to Hermione and me, while we helped Mrs. Weasley restore the garden to its normal state. "After everyone's gone to bed."

     Up in the attic room, Ron examined his Deluminator, and Harry filled Hagrid's moleskin purse, not with gold, but with items like the Marauder's Map and the shard of Sirius's enchanted mirror. 

     I wore my uncle's fake locket around my neck while looking down at the gray box that had been given to me earlier that night.

     "Muffliato," Hermione whispered out of nowhere.

     I looked over to her, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

     "Thought you didn't approve of that spell?" questioned Ron.

     "Times change," replied Hermione.

     "Plus, I use it a lot," I said.

     Harry looked at me with raised eyebrows. Rolling my eyes I clarified that I used it back in the Gryffindor dorms when I tried napping in the middle of the day.

     "I only used the spell so that the others wouldn't hear about the things Dumbledore had given us," Hermione said. "Show us the Deluminator, Ron"

     Ron obliged, flicking open the small silver device and the nearby lamp had the light sucked from it and put into the deluminator.

     "The thing is," whispered Hermione through the dark, "We could have achieved that with Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder."

     There was a small click, and the ball of light from the lamp flew back to the ceiling and illuminated over us once more.

     "It will be useful in time," I said. "Just keep it on you, Ron"

     "Well, what about you, Sid?" Hermione tried. "Why'd he give you a duplicate of your bracelet?"

     "That's what that was?" Ron said.

     I rolled my eyes at his statement before taking the one from the box out. It was cleaner than the one I was currently wearing. 

     "He said that you would know when it was time to use it," Hermione mumbled. 

     Then it hit me. 

     "Time..." I repeated.

     "What about it?" Harry asked.

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