I don't own Harry Potter... Sadly.
Harry could feel his wand against his chest, but he made no attempt to draw it. He knew that the snake was too protected,knew that if he 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 singularly 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 were waiting:Everything was was struggling,and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look,and the feel of her lips on had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side,like a curious child,wondering what would happen if he looked back into the red eyes,and wanted it to happen now,quickly,while he could still stand,before he list control,before he betrayed fear.
He saw the mouth move and flash of green light,and everything was gone.