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Seated beside the tank filled with the death stopper potion, Ron was staring at his former wife, his eyes reddened and his face blank. Mrs Weasley embraced her son from behind, giving his the sweetest kiss on his cheek. "It's my fault, Ma" says Ron, in a miserable voice. "If I had only listened to Kreacher, he tried to help us understand what was that wretched artefact. But I had to jeer at him, I HAD to! We went to see Hermione, looking for answers, you know she always knew, Snape called her an insufferable knew it all, but the damn thing exploded! Harry had touched it, I touched it, it seems harmless, why did it explode? Sure, her parents are both muggles but..."
Mrs Weasley replied: "so was Harry's mother and I have learned that she had it in her hands too. Your Pa has reached out to Hagrid, that's how we've learned a little bit more. I doubt that even Aberforth thought it was dangerous or he would have destroyed it before leaving it to anyone. News of Hermione's accident is spreading like living fire, maybe someone will reach out to you, give you informations and we shall save Hermione. Don't give up hope, my son."