I have seen your heart and it is mine. I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have...

Tom Riddle: I have seen your heart and it is mine. I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears... Harry Potter: Ron! Don't listen to it! Tom Riddle: Least loved by the mother who craved a daughter. Least loved, by the girl who prefers your friend... Harry Potter: Ron! Stab it! [Riddle's soul takes the shapes of Harry and Hermione] Riddle-Harry: We were better without you, happier without you. Riddle-Hermione: Who could look at you beside Harry Potter? What are you, compared to the Chosen One...? Harry Potter: Ron! It lies! Stab it! STAB IT! Riddle-Harry: Your mother confessed that she would have preferred me as a son... Riddle-Hermione: Who wouldn't prefer him? What woman would take you? You are nothing... nothing... nothing to him... [Riddle-Hermione and Riddle-Harry starts to kiss in the fog. Ron looks shocked. Ron's head turns to Harry, who freezes. A trace of scarlet glints in Ron's eyes] Ron Weasley: NOOO! [Ron raises the sword, stabs it through Riddle-Harry and Riddle-Hermione, and then reaches the locket, and then there's silence] Ron Weasley: Just think... only three to go.

I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley... ...and I have seen your fears. Least loved by your mother, who craved a daughter. Least loved by the girl who prefers your friend. HARRY: Ron, kill if! We were better without you. Happier without you. Who could look at you compared to Harry Potter? What are you compared with the Chosen One? HARRY: Ron, it's lying! Your mother confessed she would have preferred me as a son. What woman would take you? You are nothing. Nothing. Nothing compared to him. [Ron YELLS] [PANTING] [PANTING]