The loud command rang out across the courtyard. The crowd dispersed: the Death Eaters and the defenders of Hogwarts stared at him in confusion, but Harry didn’t have a care in the world for what they thought. He was only interested in one person. Voldemort stood off to the side, in the middle of an empty platform — no one dared approach him. The wind ruffled the hem of his black robes. He turned to Harry and his thin lips curved into a satisfied smile.