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"Harry, obedience is a virtue I need to teach you before you die…Perhaps another little dose of pain?"
Voldemort raised his wand, but this time Harry was ready; with the reflexes born of his Quidditch training, he flung himself sideways onto the ground; he rolled behind the marble headstone of Voldemort's father, and he head it crack as the cruse missed him.
" We are not playing hide-and-seek Harry" said Voldemort's soft, cold voice, drawing nearer, as the Death Eaters laughed. "You cannot hide from me. Does this mean you are tried of our duel? Does this mean that you would prefer me to finish it now, Harry? Come out, Harry…come out and play, then…it will be quick...it might even be painless…I would not know…I have never died…"
Harry crouched behind the headstone and knew the end had come. There was no hope…no help to be had. And he heard Voldemort draw nearer still, he knew one thing only, and it was beyond fear or reason: He was not going to die crouching here like a child playing hide-and-seek; he was not going to die kneeling at Voldemort's feet…he was going to die upright like his father, and he was going to die trying to defend himself, even if no defense was possible…
Before Voldemort could stick his snakelike face around the headstone, Harry stood up…he gripped his wand tightly in his hand, thrust it out in front of him, and threw himself around the headstone, facing Voldemort.
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But Voldemort wasn't ready. As Harry shouted, " I WISH THE GOBLIN KING WOULD TAKE YOU AWAY. RIGHT NOW!!
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