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locket back to Ron and Hermione, each of whom did their best, but were no more successful at opening it than he had been.
"Can you feel it, though?" Ron asked in a hushed voice, as he held it tight in his clenched fist.
"What d'you mean?"
Ron passed the Horcrux to Harry. After a moment or two, Harry thought he knew what Ron meant. Was it his own blood pulsing through his veins that he could feel, orthe Horcrux against his chest was ticking away the time he had left. . . . Stupid idea, he told himself, don't think that. . . .
His scar was starting to prickle again. He was afraid that he was making it happen by having
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