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As Harry walked through the dark, Remus, Sirius and Fred were next to him on one side, both of his parents and Tonks on the other. He sighed contentedly as he continued to turn the small stone in his hand. The light proffered by the ghosts surrounding him guided him well enough. Harry genuinely felt like he was on a nice stroll through the trees with his family, if he only ignored the feeling of betrayal and frustration at being forced into this position.
Dumbledore had always meant for this to happen, and it made Harry bitter, despite being surrounded with friends and family in the end. He had thought about dropping the stone there, in the forest so that it would be lost forever. That’s what Dumbledore wanted him to do, he was sure… But why couldn’t Harry have this one last pleasantry as he walked to his death?
Harry entered the clearing, Voldemort smiling nastily at him from across the way. Antonin Dolohov stood next to him, tall and quiet, blood smearing his robes but otherwise seemingly uninjured. Harry noted a terrified Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy to his right. Rudolphus and Rabastan Lestrange stood next to an older but still just as fit wizard with a short white beard. His eyes trailed to Yaxley and several others who stood further away in the clearing.
Gripping the stone in his hand tightly, Harry never even raised his wand. As his eyes landed back on Lord Voldemort, he saw a flash of green light. His chest tightening painfully, and then- darkness.