He darted closer, covering the six feet between Harry and the Dark Lord in a second. With only a step between them now, Draco held the sword of Gryffindor high above his head. His eyes narrowed down to the glittering gold ring attached to the Dark Lord’s finger, and he heard his own furious roar echoing in his ears. With all of his strength, he swung the sword down, his eyes never leaving the ring. The sword fell through the air, feeling suddenly heavier, as if the gods themselves were urging it on, down and down to the final Horcrux that stood between the Dark Lord and his final death. He saw the Dark Lord’s fingers twitch as if he were preparing to snatch his hand away - but he was too late.