"Harry. I'm trying to be patient here. Lead me through it again. How did you Kill Voldemort without even seeing him?" Hermione asked as she massaged her brow. Harry had no idea why she's upset, it worked.
"Well, I was in the forest, and finally realized that I had to lick the Snitch for it to open. Dumbledore really was a strange man, but anyways. I talked with my parents, with the Tonks', with Sirious and was ready to meet my fate. But then I had an idea..."
"And what idea was that exactly?"
"Well, the Stone is supposed to summon the souls of the dead....but no one said anything about summoning the soul of the living. I thought it was worth a try..."
"Wicked." Ron added helpfully.
"And you summoned the souls of Voldemort...and the Deatheaters...and their supporters....and Fudge...and Lockhart...and"
"Yes, yes, Hermione, I summoned their souls. As it turns out, your soul doesn't survive very long without a body to keep it anchored. After I let them go with the Stone, they just, slowly disappeared. I don't see what causes you such a problem."
"Harry...Harry, you have an instant death ability, that can kill anyone on this planet, anytime, from anywhere...how WOULD I NOT CARE ABOUT IT?" Hermione finished with a shout.
"Wicked" Ron added helpfully, again.