"Blood magic," Hermione admits quietly. "A drop of his, in the middle with his blood. He said it would, um, respond to my touch or my distress if I brush against it and he'd come to my side."
I will hear it, the aching that resides within the depths of your heart, and I will come.
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I will hear it, the aching that resides within the depths of your heart, and I will come.