Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.
Rose, if you've ever trusted me, then listen to me now.
Your father's dead. You can't see him. Not ever.
There will always be those who mean to do us harm. To stop them, we risk awakening the same evil within ourselves.
Team Free Will
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PINK AND OSWALD
…If you get time, come back and be mine…if you pass by, I will see you in the sky, I hope that you’re told I was young, now I’m old… If you pass by I will see you in the sky…