            "It’s your magic, Hermione!" he exclaimed, rising to his feet, dragging her up with him. The hand in her hair clutched tighter, nails scraping her scalp. "A piece of you will die. When I am gone again, the part of your magic that is bonded to mine will claw its way out. From here," he said, pressing a hand against her sternum. "It will hurt like nothing else, and it will never grow back. You’re too young to make that decision."