Harry moved his hand, chocking Voldemort harshly as his others fingers moved back, searching for the artifact in question. He let out a relieved breath when he graced against the handle of it, fearing that the blade might have gotten lost in the fight; he brought it forwards, gripping it tightly as his hand chocked his enemy even more. He leaned forward over him, black blood dripping on Voldemort’s face as the younger wizard spoke.