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CXVI

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CXVI. BOND OF BROTHERS

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Though we don't share the same blood

You're my brother and I love you that's the truth

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          THE HORCRUX WAS STILL SWINGING from Ron's hand. The locket was twitching slightly, making Lucia's stomach twist in a bad way; it was mad. Agitate even. It had sensed the presence of the sword and most likely had tried to kill Harry because of that. Now was not the time for long discussions; now was the moment to destroy the locket once and for all. Lucia was getting quite giddy for finally being able to get rid of the horrid thing.

As Harry held Hermione's wand high, they finally found a place to do the deed: a flattish rock lying in the shadow of a sycamore tree.

He brushed snow from the rock's surface, and held out his hand for the Horcrux. When Ron offered the sword, however, Harry shook his head.

"No, you should do it."

"Me?" said Ron, looking shocked. "Why?"

"That's self-explanatory isn't it?" retorted Lucia.

"Actually, no it isn't," rebutted Ron.

"Well you got the sword out of the pool. I think it's supposed to be you."

Lucia wasn't sure that Harry was anywhere being kind or generous, but talking like the way Hermione would: A tone filled with facts. And she believed that Ron was the current true wielder of the sword, because truthfully it cannot be Hermione nor could it be Harry, and especially not herself. Ron was the one that had successfully got the sword out, undoubtedly he was the one that had been chosen by the sword.

"I'm going to open it," said Harry, "and you stab it. Straightaway, okay? Because whatever's in there will put up a fight. The bit of Riddle in the diary tried to kill me."

"How are you going to open it?" asked Ron. He looked terrified.

"I'm going to ask it to open, using Parseltongue," said Harry. The answer came so readily to his lips that he thought that he had always known it deep down: Perhaps it had taken his recent encounter with Nagini to make him realize it. He looked at the serpentine S, inlaid with glittering green stones: It was easy to visualize it as a minuscule snake, curled upon the cold rock.

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