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"Speech"
'Thought'
$Parseltongue$
-The Forest Clearing-Harry could feel his wand against his chest, but he made no attempt to draw it. He could see the snake and it was too well protected, knew that if he managed to point the wand at Nagini, fifty curses would hit him first. And still, Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and now Voldemort tilted his head a little to the side, considering the boy standing before him, and a singular mirthless smile curled the lipless mouth.
"Harry Potter," he said, very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. "The boy who lived."
None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting: everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his - Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was 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 - He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.
[A/N: This chapter was taken from 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows', page 564, line 17-36.]