Death is bound now. Death has been bound by the chains of wrong; by the chains of truest evil. Death has been bound by his own chains, manipulated and twisted. Death has been tricked. The moon seemed to sneer down at him with the confession, like it was his fault. The stars seemed to cower behind Her fury. Harry stared at Her harder; forced her to feel the annoyance leaking through the force of calm that had been constrained to. 