I was running from nowhere to. Ducking curses sent my way by Voldemort. Those close calls were Death calling me to him. But I already went to him. When Voldemort failed to kill me those two times, I ran to Death, and he strangled me. But I escaped, and lived. I looked back at Voldemort.
"Go ahead! Try to kill me! I assure you, I won't die." I shouted at him. My scar burned as Voldemort screamed his furry. I threw my body behind a pillar.
"Come on, Potter! Confront your fate!"he screamed.
"a snowball's chance in Hell!" I shouted. My scar burst open, and I knew all was lost. I was dead, or doomed to die. Voldemort laughed, and pointed his wand at me. Suddenly, I pictured all of the people who died tonight, for me. For my cause. I laughed and stood up.
"Advada Kedavra!" I yelled, pointing my wand at Voldemort. He stumbled back. I said it again, for good measure.
"Advada Kedavra!"