Harry thought that Voldemort was rather stupid at the moment as he heard them announce each step of the ritual before performing it, meaning that he could simply lift his arm the slightest and the whole ritual would be ruined, yet something stopped him. A thought. A dark, hilarious and delicious thought. What better way to get back at the light, then to turn to the dark? It had been nearly two years since Harry and Hermione’s thoughts on "dark magic’ changed, in fact they spent many nights reading books together in the Restricted Section, Hermione no longer had nightmares, but it didn’t stop her from sneaking into the boy's dorm and laying shoulder to shoulder as they discussed ways to use notoriously light spells in dark ways, and the opposite for dark.