Shudders run up my spine and I am fighting the nassau that is trying to claw its way out of my stomach. A sudden calmth overtakes my body and mind. I stop kicking and screaming, I know I don’t have any other option than to go with him. After a deep sigh, I imagine a fire in me slowly dying and when only a little flicker is left, I blow it out. Leaving me feeling cold and alone. I turn to Voldemort and look up at him, I am completely empty and go with him willingly. We walk away from Ron and Harry. 