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Ron
's
,
Hermione
's
,
and
Ginny
's
voices
were
worse
than
McGonagall
's
;
Harry
wanted
nothing
more
than
to
call
back
,
yet
he
made
himself
lie
silent
,
and
their
cries
acted
like
a
trigger
;
the
crowd
of
survivors
took
up
the
cause
,
screaming
and
yelling
abuse
at
the
Death
Eathers
,
until
--
"
SILENCE
!
"
cried
Voldemort
,
and
there
was
a
bang
and
a
flash
of
bright
light
,
and
silence
was
forced
upn
them
all
.
"
It
is
over
!
Set
him
down
,
Hagrid
,
at
my
feet
,
where
he
belongs
!
"
Harry
felt
himself
lowered
onto
the
grass
.
"
You
see
?
"
said
Voldemort
,
and
Harry
felt
him
striding
backward
and
forward
right
beside
the
place
where
he
lay
.
"
Harry
Potter
is
dead
!
Do
you
understand
now
,
deluded
ones
?
He
was
nothing
,
ever
,
but
a
boy
who
relied
on
others
to
sacrifice
themselves
for
him
!
"
"
He
beat
you
!
"
yelled
Ron
,
and
the
charm
broke
,
and
the
defenders
of
Hogwarts
were
shouting
and
screaming
again
until
a
second
,
more
powerful
bang
extinguished
their
voices
once
more
.
"
He
was
killed
while
trying
to
sneak
out
of
the
castle
grounds
,
"
said
Voldemort
,
and
there
was
a
relish
in
his
voice
for
the
lie
,
"
killed
while
trying
to
save
himself
--
"
But
Voldemort
broke
off
:
Harry
heard
a
scuffle
and
a
shout
,
then
another
bang
,
a
flash
of
light
,
and
grunt
of
pain
;
he
opened
his
eyes
an
infinitesimal
amount
.
Someone
had
broken
free
of
the
crowd
and
charged
at
Voldemort
:
Harry
saw
the
figure
hit
the
ground
.
Disarmed
,
Voldemort
throwing
the
challenger
's
wand
aside
and
laughing
.
"
And
who
is
this
?
"
he
said
in
his
soft
snake
's
hiss
.
"
Who
has
volunteered
to
demonstrate
what
happens
to
those
who
continue
to
fight
when
the
battle
is
lost
?
"
Bellatrix
gave
a
delighted
laugh
.
"
It
is
Neville
Longbottom
,
my
Lord
!
The
boy
who
has
been
giving
the
Carrows
so
much
trouble
!
The
son
of
the
Aurors
,
remember
?
"
