A slow cruel smile spread across the Dark Lord’s face, "Hello, Harry," he trailed his eyes lazily up and down Harry’s body, "Very good, very good indeed. Stood up right, facing death like a man, just like your father. For your admirable bravery, I will do you the honour of allowing you to speak your last words," he said benevolently, with a small bow, though his eyes never left Harry’s. Harry’s eyes drifted momentarily to the basilisk fang dust on the floor at his feet, and he knew immediately what had to be said.