Dumbledore, quickly thinking, raised his hand. His desk started to wobble a bit before the drawer opened. Out came the third Deathly Hallow. The Resurrection Stone. The black stone, pulsing with a ghastly quality. My body started to slowly react again. The shivers started at first. As if someone used their nails on a chalkboard. The stone hovered for a moment before it went zooming towards Dumbledore. He then swiftly, as much as he can in his state anyway, moved to one of the side rooms. Once he was out of eye shot, the pressure finally released.