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"
I
WO
N'T
!
"
And
these
words
burst
from
Harry
's
mouth
;
they
echoed
through
the
graveyard
,
and
the
dream
state
was
lifted
as
suddenly
as
though
cold
water
had
been
thrown
over
him
-
back
rushed
the
aches
that
the
Cruciatus
Curse
had
left
all
over
his
body
-
back
rushed
the
realization
of
where
he
was
,
and
what
he
was
facing
...
.
"
You
wo
n't
?
"
said
Voldemort
quietly
,
and
the
Death
Eaters
were
not
laughing
now
.
"
You
wo
n't
say
no
?
Harry
,
obedience
is
a
virtue
I
need
to
teach
you
before
you
die
...
.
Perhaps
another
little
dose
of
pain
?
"
Voldemort
raised
his
wand
,
but
this
time
Harry
was
ready
;
with
the
reflexes
born
of
his
Quidditch
training
,
he
flung
himself
sideways
onto
the
ground
;
he
rolled
behind
the
marble
headstone
of
Voldemort
's
father
,
and
he
heard
it
crack
as
the
curse
missed
him
.
"
We
are
not
playing
hide-and-seek
,
Harry
,
"
said
Voldemort
's
soft
,
cold
voice
,
drawing
nearer
,
as
the
Death
Eaters
laughed
.
"
You
can
not
hide
from
me
.
Does
this
mean
you
are
tired
of
our
duel
?
Does
this
mean
that
you
would
prefer
me
to
finish
it
now
,
Harry
?
Come
out
,
Harry
...
come
out
and
play
,
then
...
it
will
be
quick
...
it
might
even
be
painless
...
I
would
not
know
...
I
have
never
died
...
.
"
Harry
crouched
behind
the
headstone
and
knew
the
end
had
come
.
There
was
no
hope
...
no
help
to
be
had
.
And
as
he
heard
Voldemort
draw
nearer
still
,
he
knew
one
thing
only
,
and
it
was
beyond
fear
or
reason
:
He
was
not
going
to
die
crouching
here
like
a
child
playing
hide-and-seek
;
he
was
not
going
to
die
kneeling
at
Voldemort
's
feet
...
he
was
going
to
die
upright
like
his
father
,
and
he
was
going
to
die
trying
to
defend
himself
,
even
if
no
defense
was
possible
...
.
Before
Voldemort
could
stick
his
snakelike
face
around
the
headstone
.
Harry
stood
up
...
he
gripped
his
wand
tightly
in
his
hand
,
thrust
it
out
in
front
of
him
,
and
threw
himself
around
the
headstone
,
facing
Voldemort
.
Voldemort
was
ready
.
As
Harry
shouted
,
"
Expelliarmus
!
"
Voldemort
cried
,
"
Avada
Kedavra
!
"
