But unfortunately even a goblin-enhanced body had its limits. Harry tried to move, but not only was his leg not responding, but neither was the other, nor his arms or even his torso. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK. No! So close, but he couldn’t fucking finish it! Tom was cradling his ruined shoulder, but all Harry could think of was the gore-splattered sword laying in the grass not two feet in front of him. He tried to move, but again there was nothing.