Godric's Hollow.

There they stood, two solitary figures. He,

Terrified, but resolved. His opponent, for all he knew, could feel nothing at all.

Two men, two wands. One thirsting for pain, the other, forged of it.

Silence, deathly silence falls.

It reigns over the two lonely figures, and the house that holds so much sorrow.

A place of death, and rebirth. Heroism, filled with silence.

Green light.

No words, no sound, no exclamations. Just silence.

Just silence, and green light. No blazing warning from the scar.

Green light.

He falls.

There is only silence.

Silence, and remorse.

He has fallen.