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A
jet
of
green
light
issued
from
Voldemort
's
wand
just
as
a
jet
of
red
light
blasted
from
Harry
's
-
they
met
in
midair
-
and
suddenly
Harry
's
wand
was
vibrating
as
though
an
electric
charge
were
surging
through
it
;
his
hand
seized
up
around
it
;
he
could
n't
have
released
it
if
he
'd
wanted
to
-
and
a
narrow
beam
of
light
connected
the
two
wands
,
neither
red
nor
green
,
but
bright
,
deep
gold
.
Harry
,
following
the
beam
with
his
astonished
gaze
,
saw
that
Voldemort
's
long
white
fingers
too
were
gripping
a
wand
that
was
shaking
and
vibrating
.
And
then
-
nothing
could
have
prepared
Harry
for
this
-
he
felt
his
feet
lift
from
the
ground
.
He
and
Voldemort
were
both
being
raised
into
the
air
,
their
wands
still
connected
by
that
thread
of
shimmering
golden
light
.
They
glided
away
from
the
tombstone
of
Voldemort
's
father
and
then
came
to
rest
on
a
patch
of
ground
that
was
clear
and
free
of
graves
...
.
The
Death
Eaters
were
shouting
;
they
were
asking
Voldemort
for
instructions
;
they
were
closing
in
,
reforming
the
circle
around
Harry
and
Voldemort
,
the
snake
slithering
at
their
heels
,
some
of
them
drawing
their
wands
-
The
golden
thread
connecting
Harry
and
Voldemort
splintered
;
though
the
wands
remained
connected
,
a
thousand
more
beams
arced
high
over
Harry
and
Voldemort
,
crisscrossing
all
around
them
,
until
they
were
enclosed
in
a
golden
,
dome-shaped
web
,
a
cage
of
light
,
beyond
which
the
Death
Eaters
circled
like
jackals
,
their
cries
strangely
muffled
now
...
.
"
Do
nothing
!
"
Voldemort
shrieked
to
the
Death
Eaters
,
and
Harry
saw
his
red
eyes
wide
with
astonishment
at
what
was
happening
,
saw
him
fighting
to
break
the
thread
of
light
still
connecting
his
wand
with
Harry
's
;
Harry
held
onto
his
wand
more
tightly
,
with
both
hands
,
and
the
golden
thread
remained
unbroken
.
"
Do
nothing
unless
I
command
you
!
"
Voldemort
shouted
to
the
Death
Eaters
.
And
then
an
unearthly
and
beautiful
sound
filled
the
air
...
.
It
was
coming
from
every
thread
of
the
light-spun
web
vibrating
around
Harry
and
Voldemort
.
It
was
a
sound
Harry
recognized
,
though
he
had
heard
it
only
once
before
in
his
life
:
phoenix
song
.
It
was
the
sound
of
hope
to
Harry
...
the
most
beautiful
and
welcome
thing
he
had
ever
heard
in
his
life
...
.
He
felt
as
though
the
song
were
inside
him
instead
of
just
around
him
...
.
It
was
the
sound
he
connected
with
Dumbledore
,
and
it
was
almost
as
though
a
friend
were
speaking
in
his
ear
...
.
Do
n't
break
the
connection
.
I
know
.
Harry
told
the
music
,
I
know
I
must
n't
...
but
no
sooner
had
he
thought
it
,
than
the
thing
became
much
harder
to
do
.
His
wand
began
to
vibrate
more
powerfully
than
ever
...
and
now
the
beam
between
him
and
Voldemort
changed
too
...
it
was
as
though
large
beads
of
light
were
sliding
up
and
down
the
thread
connecting
the
wands
-
Harry
felt
his
wand
give
a
shudder
under
his
hand
as
the
light
beads
began
to
slide
slowly
and
steadily
his
way
...
.
The
direction
of
the
beams
movement
was
now
toward
him
,
from
Voldemort
,
and
he
felt
his
wand
shudder
angrily
...
.
As
the
closest
bead
of
light
moved
nearer
to
Harry
's
wand
tip
,
the
wood
beneath
his
fingers
grew
so
hot
he
feared
it
would
burst
into
flame
.
The
closer
that
bead
moved
,
the
harder
Harry
's
wand
vibrated
;
he
was
sure
his
wand
would
not
survive
contact
with
it
;
it
felt
as
though
it
was
about
to
shatter
under
his
fingers
-
He
concentrated
every
last
particle
of
his
mind
upon
forcing
the
bead
back
toward
Voldemort
,
his
ears
full
of
phoenix
song
,
his
eyes
furious
,
fixed
...
and
slowly
,
very
slowly
,
the
beads
quivered
to
a
halt
,
and
then
,
just
as
slowly
,
they
began
to
move
the
other
way
...
and
it
was
Voldemort
's
wand
that
was
vibrating
extra-hard
now
...
Voldemort
who
looked
astonished
,
and
almost
fearful
...
.
