"I’m not hiding, I just don’t want to see your ugly mug," retorted Harry. His rebuke was met with the tombstone shattering behind him, launching Harry forward onto his face. He groaned and sat up before jumping to avoid another curse, rolling on the ground the same way Cho had taught him in their sparring matches. He stood up and glared. Voldemort was right though, he wasn’t going to die like a coward. Even if he wasn’t going to win... there was no way in hell he was going to die cowering like a rat.