Tom Riddle:
I have seen your heart and it is mine. I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears...
Harry Potter:
Ron! Don't listen to it!
Tom Riddle:
Least loved by the mother who craved a daughter. Least loved, by the girl who prefers your friend...
Harry Potter:
Ron! Stab it!
[Riddle's soul takes the shapes of Harry and Hermione]

Riddle-Harry:
We were better without you, happier without you.
Riddle-Hermione:
Who could look at you beside Harry Potter? What are you, compared to the Chosen One...?
Harry Potter:
Ron! It lies! Stab it! STAB IT!
Riddle-Harry:
Your mother confessed that she would have preferred me as a son...
Riddle-Hermione:
Who wouldn't prefer him? What woman would take you? You are nothing... nothing... nothing to him...
[Riddle-Hermione and Riddle-Harry starts to kiss in the fog. Ron looks shocked. Ron's head turns to Harry, who freezes. A trace of scarlet glints in Ron's eyes]

Ron Weasley:
NOOO!
[Ron raises the sword, stabs it through Riddle-Harry and Riddle-Hermione, and then reaches the locket, and then there's silence]

Ron Weasley:
Just think... only three to go.
Riportata da il 05/03/2025 alle ore 07:44

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