Serious
The end was near -- it was tangible in the air. The taste stuck to his tongue and for a second, he thought he was forever going to taste this moment. Death lay around him, the eyes of the deceased staring at nothing.
This battle was serious for both sides. One must win; one must suffer a great loss.
Harry stood tall in front of Voldemort -- this moment was what his entire life had built up to. He felt the eyes of classmates and Order members as he stood before the snake-faced Dark Lord. Their eyes taunted him forward, yelling in their minds to destroy the thing that had destroyed his life.
His face pulled into a sneer, thinking of the life he had wasted on the man before him.
He fired the killing curse, and the room fell silent.
