Strong fingers suddenly squeezed Harry’s throat. He gasped and tried to pull away, but a second hand grabbed the back of his hand, holding him in place. The grip was so tight that Harry actually began to doubt the possibility of a peaceful end to this joke — had Voldemort gotten so fed up with him that he had decided to put an end to this shitty day? But he wasn’t trying to kill him; he was just holding him on the very edge, letting him grab onto his shoulders in an attempt to keep his balance. His vision began to darken, his head began to spin — Harry stumbled.