3. The Ability To Love
Harry began his story, starting with where me and Ron weren't present.
"Well, I put the Cloak on and went to the Shrieking Shack," Harry said, "and saw Snape and Voldemort there. Voldemort was talking about the elder wand, and how it wasn't working properly for him. Voldemort did take it from Dumbledore, but didn't cast any spells to take it from his corpse. Therefore, he didn't earn its use completely. Voldemort thought killing Snape would give him control over the wand, since Snape had killed Dumbledore. As you know, the wand is actually mine. Draco disarmed Dumbledore before Snape killed him, so Draco got the wand. But at the Malfoy Manor, I disarmed Draco, putting the elder wand in my control."
"Wait, so, V-Voldemrot killed Snape?" I asked timidly. I inwardly cheered. That horrible man had killed Dumbledore!
Harry nodded sadly. "But he was on our side the whole time..."
Ginny, Ron, and I all gasped.
"What!!?" Ron exclaimed, "that filthy," Ron cussed so badly that I slapped my hand over his mouth. "HE KILLED DUMBLEDORE!!!" Ron shouted after I removed my hand.
"But it was all part of the plan..." Harry said, "Here, I'll show you the memories he gave me when he was dying." Harry summoned the Pensieve, took a bottle out of his pocket, and poured its contents in. I swirled it with my wand, and all 4 of us stuck our heads in, the world spinning as we left the room.