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“I thought he would come,” said Voldemort in his high, clear voice, his eyes on the leaping flames. “I expected him to come… it seems I was mistaken.”
“You weren’t.”
Harry said it as loudly as he could, with all the force he could muster: He did not want to sound afraid. The Resurrection Stone slipped from between his numb fingers, and out of the corner of his eyes he saw his parents, Sirius, and Lupin vanish and he stepped forward into the firelight. At that moment he felt that nobody mattered but Voldemort. It was just the two of them.
Voldemort had frozen where he stood, but his red eyes found Harry, and he stared as Harry moved toward him, with nothing but fire between them.
(Deathly Hallows, pg. 703)
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