"Is it Hermione? We have soulbonds, are you telling me you don't believe in it - In your connection with Draco? Tell me - could you love someone else, live without him?" He leapt from the bed and paced in the small sitting room. Ron’s hunched figure sat snoring over the transistor radio. Theo cast a muffliato on him hours ago, having finally been driven mad by the static. "You know the story. The third brother brought back his wife with the stone and was so desolate by the half being in front of him - he tied their souls together for all eternity. So they could live thousands more lives together."