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Fear

Harry Potter stood in front of Voldemort. The 18 year old looked at the once towering man with unmoving emerald green eyes. Inside he felt like breaking down, but he stood his ground and they began to fight/

It lasted for hours on end. Until they finally parted, panting for air. Quickly Voldemort caught his breath. Quicker then one would think he raised his wand screaming out in a low throaty call, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

A green light shot across the graveyard, it glowing in the pale moonlight. Harry closed his eyes as death finally passed through him, unable to move from fear. The last thing he saw was the moon thinking of, "Draco"



Love will all ways prevail, somehow…