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Do it! Now!

Bone of the father…

…unwillingly given.

Flesh of the servant…

…willingly sacrificed.

And blood of the enemy…

…forcibly taken.

The Dark Lord shall rise…

…again.

My wand, Wormtail.

Hold out your arm.

Master.

Thank you, master.

The other arm, Wormtail.

Welcome, my friends.

Thirteen years it’s been, and yet…

…here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday.

I confess myself…

…disappointed.

Not one of you tried to find me.

Crabbe! Macnair!

Goyle!

Not even you…

…Lucius.

My Lord, had I detected any sign, a whisper of your whereabouts…

There were signs, my slippery friend. And more than whispers.

I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways.

The face I have been obliged to present each day since your absence…

…that is my true mask.

I returned.

Out of fear, not loyalty.

Still, you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail.

Thank you, master.

Thank you.

Such a handsome boy.

Don’t touch him!

Harry.

I’d almost forgotten you were here.

Standing on the bones of my father. Yeah.

I’d introduce you…

…but word has it you’re almost as famous as me these days.

The boy who lived.

How lies have fed your legend, Harry.

Shall I reveal what really happened that night 13 years ago?

Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers?

Yes, shall I?

It was love.

You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son…

…she provided the ultimate protection.

I could not touch him.

It was old magic.

Something I should have foreseen.

But no matter, no matter.

Things have changed.

I can touch you…

…now.

Yeah.

Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do, eh, Harry?

Pick up your wand, Potter.

I said, pick it up! Get up! Get up!

You’ve been taught how to duel, I presume, yes?

First, we bow to each other.

Come on, now, Harry. The niceties must be observed.

Dumbledore wouldn’t want you to forget your manners, would he?

I said, bow.

That’s better. And now…

No.

Crucio!

Attaboy, Harry.

Your parents would be proud.

Especially your filthy Muggle mother.

Expelliar…

I’m going to kill you, Harry Potter.

I’m going to destroy you.

After tonight, no one will ever again question my powers.

After tonight, if they speak of you…

…they’ll speak only of how you…

…begged for death.

And I, being a merciful Lord…

…obliged.

Get up!

Don’t you turn your back on me, Harry Potter!

I want you to look at me when I kill you!

I want to see the light leave your eyes!

Have it your way.

Expelliarmus!

Avada Kedavra!

Do nothing! He’s mine to finish!

He’s mine!

Harry, when the connection is broken, you must get to the Portkey.

We can linger for a moment to give you some time…

…but only a moment. Do you understand?

Harry, take my body back, will you?

Take my body back to my father.

Let go.

Sweetheart, you’re ready.

Let go! Let go!

Accio!

No!

He did it!

Harry!

Harry!

No! No! No, don’t!

For God’s sake, Dumbledore, what’s happened?

He’s back. He’s back.

Voldemort’s back.

Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back.

I couldn’t leave him, not there.

It’s all right, Harry. It’s all right.

He’s home. You both are.

Keep everybody in their seats. A boy has just been killed.

The body must be moved, Dumbledore. There are too many people.

Let me through.

Let me through!

That’s my son!

That’s my boy!

It’s my boy!

Come on. Get up. Easy, easy!

No.

This is not where you want to be right now. Come on.

No!

It’s all right, I got you.

I got you. Come on. Easy, now.

No!

No!