Harry faced the creature before him.
He’d come upon familiar faces amongst the undead before - the first time had nearly been his last. But one couldn’t let the past get in the way of what needed to be done, no matter how difficult.
It was harder this time. The sight of the person - thing -
- stumbling toward him killed the last bit of hope his friend still lived.
Sentiment had killed many good and powerful wizards in the beginning. He wasn’t going to let it happen to him after surviving for so long.
Harry raised his wand. It was time.
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