Except, he didn’t die. He felt a searing pain in the centre of his chest where the green curse had hit him, but then there was the faintest white shimmer all over his body, like a shield charm just a hairsbreadth above his skin, and an enormous bang that had Draco knocked off balance, and the curse was ricocheting back towards its castor. He watched in awe and amazement, the sword of Gryffindor falling backwards now with him, thrown back by the rebounding curse, as the Dark Lord’s eyes widened in shock and horror. The curse struck the Dark Lord in the centre of his chest, and he dropped to the ground at the same time as Draco.