‘My name. “Ron.” And you said…something about a wand…’ Hermione turned a fiery shade of scarlet. Harry remembered: it had been the first time Ron’s name had been said aloud by either of them since the day he had left; Hermione had mentioned it when talking about repairing Harry’s wand.
‘So I took it out,’ Ron went on, looking at the Deluminator, ‘and it didn’t seem different, or anything, but I was sure I’d heard you. So I clicked it. And the light went out in my room, but another light appeared right outside the window. It was a ball of light, kind of pulsing, and bluish, like that light you get around a Portkey, you know. I knew this was it, I grabbed my stuff and packed it, then I put on my rucksack and went out into the garden. The little ball of light was hovering there, waiting for me, and when I came out it bobbed along a bit and I followed it behind the shed and then it…well, it went inside me. It sort of floated towards me,’ said Ron, illustrating the movement with his free index finger, ‘right to my chest, and then- it just went straight through. It was here.’ he touched a point close to his heart,’ I could feel it, it was hot. And once it was inside me I knew what I was supposed to do, I know it would take me where I needed to go. So I Disapparted and came out on the side of a hill. There was snow everywhere…’