Harry took a deep breath, a small smirk on his face at the realization that Voldemort had lost his most treasured weapon, and it was now his. He gripped the Dark wizard’s hand tighter, enjoying the sound of his bones splinting slightly at the force of the grip, and he turned it sharply to the side; the crunch of the bone on his wrist was sharp and barely audible, but Harry reveled in the way Voldemort hissed in pain and squirmed under him.