Avada kedavra
"the incontrovertible truth, which was that he must die. I must die. It must end."
There would be no good-byes and no explanations, he was determined of that.
He stood up. His heart was leaping against his ribs like a frantic bird. Perhaps it knew it had little time left, perhaps it was determined to fulfill a lifetimeās beats before the end. He did not look back as he closed the office door.
He wanted to be stopped, to be dragged back, to be sent back home. . . .But he was home. Hogwarts was the first and best home he hadĀ known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here. . . .
At that moment he felt that nobody mattered but Voldemort. It was just the two of them.
Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear ā
He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.
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