They’d parsed out that little bit, Voldemort’s foul soul lodged within Harry’s head, due to a rather exciting and frightening few hours spent playing Speak n’ Spell with a snake in woman’s skin. She hadn’t been able to shake the shivers that ran on down her spine for nearly a day after she watched Nagini crawl her way back out of Bathilda’s broken mouth, a horror show that left her squirming in disgust even as they sat wrapped around one another with blankets and a roaring flame.