Harry dived out of the way of a wicked red Cruciatus Curse being ready for Voldemort to torture and weaken him which he had once observed when Moody had demonstrated it on a spider. The Death Eaters behind Harry scattered on seeing the curse headed their way, after it had missed him.
He hid behind one of the grave markers and aiming high, shot the Serpensortia curse at Voldemort. There was a bang and a poisonous king cobra burst out of his wand hissing loudly but Harry did not stop there. Without waiting for the snake to land, he aimed the wand at it and cast the Sonorous charm on it so that the snake's his became loud enough to be heard in the entire village and it was scary enough to cause the more cowardly Death Eaters to scatter.
'Not bad for starters, Potter. You have been taught well but your hiss for help won't be heard by the villagers. There are strong Muggle-Repelling and Silencing wards around the area,' said Voldemort laughing, 'And thanks for providing Nagini with some entertainent.'
Harry watched as a huge snake appeared out of nowhere to engage the cobra.
He had to duck again as Voldemort shot another curse at him.
Harry dived behind a grave marker to avoid the curse.
'Come out, Potter and play' taunted Voldemort 'Face me like a man. Face your death, Potter. It might not be painful. Can't tell you for sure though. Who knows what it feels like to die. Alas, I am immortal.'
Voldemort moved around at a leisurely pace, wand continuously pointed at the grave marker behind which Harry was hidden.
'He knows that his followers will stop me if I manage to give him the slip' thought Harry.
Harry felt desperate and his mind went numb with no hope of escaping in sight.
'Tired already, Harry. Then come out. I will put you to sleep.' cooed Voldemort. Turning briefly at Wormtail, he said, 'Your Marauder friends definitely had a lot more steel than their spawn. Tsk tsk tsk, I am so disappointed.'
The word 'Marauders' seemed to act as a stimulant for Harry. Like a foaming mug of hot Butterbeer, warmth seemed to spread through him as the faces of Sirius and Remus passed in front of his eyes. He remembered the stories he had heard of the Marauders. He started searching his robes for something and his hand came out holding a knife. He began thinking fast and hit upon an idea. He remembered reading about a Gemino charm which was used for replicating metallic objects. Maybe, he could use it in combination with something.
Here, Voldemort was tired of playing, his patience wearing thin. He crossed over to the other side of the gravestone Harry was hiding behind.
'Time to die, Potter' sneered Voldemort.