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I don’t know what happened. I could hear Ron screaming my name in the distance as something hit me in the back. I lost my balance and fell forwards, I think. After that, I don’t know.
Harry leaned back in his seat to survey the small bottle intently. "I take this potion, and I will have access to all the power in the world. You trust me to succeed?"
Fight it, Harry
Harry let his eyes shift to Ron, albeit with reluctance. Ron was staring at him, his mouth slightly open, trying in vain to cover his terror with a meek mask of defiance.
You’re the most powerful wizard in the world, Harry… You’re never wrong.
No One To Turn To
Harry slowly walked along to the far side of the steps, moving up several so as to give himself a clearer view of his adversary. Voldemort’s eyes were fixed on this clone of himself with nothing less than complete shock.
The Point of No Return
Malfoy had led him up here, straight towards Voldemort, but now he was telling him to get up and fight. Have I got my wish?
Only the Good Die Young
Just for those last moments when we talked, I felt I had begun to understand him. Not like. Not respect. Not fear. Just a realization that perhaps we should have been fighting this battle together.
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