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Voldemort swiped the air with his wand. He felt nothing and almost relaxed, then noticed Nagini's cage moving towards him.
He let out a yell and tried to step back, but the cage had caught him. The dark lord hissed and the snake launched herself at him, fangs buried into his neck.
He didn't know when he hit the floor, or when the boy appeared, but he was there. He had to know. He let the memories leak, telling the boy to take them.
The boy had them. He would know. His eyes met the boy's before blackness swallowed him.