the deluminator

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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…’

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“The deluminator. It doesn’t just turn off lights. I don’t know how it work but Christmas morning, I was sleeping in this little pub, keeping away from some Snatchers, and I heard it. A voice. Your voice, Hermione. You said my name. Just my name. Like a whisper. So I took it, clicked it and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. It flew towards me, the ball of light, right through my chest and straight through me. Right here. And I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go.

Is there some kind of record for longest time between the point where an item is introduced and the point where the item actually becomes relevant to the plot? If so, I’m nominating the Deluminator.

PS, chapter 1:

He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it.


[20 years, 6 books, 177 chapters, and roughly a million words later]


DH, chapter 19:

“How exactly did you find us tonight? That’s important. Once we know, we’ll be able to make sure we’re not visited by anyone else we don’t want to see.”

Ron glared at her, then pulled a small silver object from his jeans pocket.

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harry potter meme: [1 of 7] relationships ~ harry potter x ron weasley

“He knew what he was doing when he gave me the Deluminator, didn’t he? He – well,“ Ron’s ears turned bright red and he became engrossed in a tuft of grass at his feet, which he prodded with his toe, “he must’ve known I’d run out on you.”

“No,” Harry corrected him. “He must’ve known you’d always want to come back.”

Harry: “We’re not going anywhere. You can speak to us together, or not at all.

Scrimgeour: “Very well then, together. I am here, as I’m sure you know, because of Albus Dumbledore’s will. A surprise, apparently! You were not aware then that Dumbledore had left you anything?

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The deluminator. It doesn’t just turn off lights. I don’t know how it worked but Christmas morning, I was sleeping in this little pub, keeping away from some Snatchers, and I heard it. A voice. Your voice, Hermione. You said my name. Just my name. Like a whisper. So I took it, clicked it and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. It flew towards me, the ball of light, right through my chest and straight through me. Right here. And I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go.

Payback

A fun little drabble that was the product of my OUAT feels crashing into the emotion turmoil caused by my recent reread of Harry Potter. No spoilers, just pure fluff. I’m gonna dedicate this one to the wonderful @justanotherwannabeclassic, who was kind enough to write me a little Killian reads HP drabble when I was feeling down.

Can also be found on ff.net. Enjoy!

Word count: 1.4k


Killian held his tongue as the wizened old man came on screen, holding his strange device up to the streets lights. A rather useful looking little thing, this deluminator, as it whisked the street to darkness. He feigned nonchalance as the grey tabby morphed into a tall witch with a pointed hat and a face that brooked no quarrel. He knew both their names, of course, had known them for several weeks.

His two companions, however, were still in the dark about this information. And he intended to keep them in the dark about this particular fact for several more minutes.

Emma sat curled at his side, one hand entwined with his, the other securing the remote control from Henry on her other side. He held a large bowl of popcorn, shifted now so that it was within easy reach of his mother. She had taken him to task not five minutes ago for hogging the greasy, salty snack. Though why anyone would enjoy such dry comestibles when there were far more palatable options in the house, Killian did not know. He supposed it was an acquired taste.

His moment came as the two characters greeted each other.

The couch creaked as he sat forward.

“Wait, Dumbledore?” he asked, eyebrows shooting up as he feigned surprise. “As in Albus Dumbledore?”

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“The deluminator. It doesn’t just turn off lights. I don’t know how it work but Christmas morning, I was sleeping in this little pub, keeping away from some Snatchers, and I heard it. A voice. Your voice, Hermione. You said my name. Just my name. Like a whisper. So I took it, clicked it and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. It flew towards me, the ball of light, right through my chest and straight through me. Right here “

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harry potter character aesthetics [3/?] →  ron weasley

“[Dumbledore] knew what he was doing when he gave me the Deluminator, didn’t he? He – well,” Ron’s ears turned bright red and he became engrossed in a tuft of grass at his feet, which he prodded with his toe, “he must’ve known I’d run out on you.”

“No,” Harry corrected him. “He must’ve known you’d always want to come back.”

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“One thing I would like to know, though,” she said, fixing her eyes on a spot a foot over
Ron’s head. “How exactly did you find us tonight? That’s important. Once we know, we’ll
be able to make sure we’re not visited by anyone else we don’t want to see.”
Ron glared at her, then pulled a small silver object from his jeans pocket.
“This.”
She had to look at Ron to see what he was showing them.
“The Deluminator?” she asked, so surprised she forgot to look cold and fierce.
“It doesn’t just turn the lights on and off,” said Ron. “I don’t know how it works or why it
happened then and not any other time, because I’ve been wanting to come back ever since
I left. But I was listening to the radio really early on Christmas morning and I heard … I heard you.”
He was looking at Hermione.
“You heard me on the radio?” she asked incredulously.
“No, I heard you coming out of my pocket. Your voice,” he held up the Deluminator
again, “came out of this.”
“And what exactly did I say?” asked Hermione, her tone somewhere between skepticism
and curiosity.
My name. ‘Ron.'