"My dad put up a really good fight, you know," Harry grimaced, replaying the memory as one easier to endure than his mother’s futile pleading. "He was a match for Riddle in duelling skill, but just a little bit short when it came to raw power. Maybe ... if my Mum hadn’t been preparing me for the final ritual ... she might have been able to help him. They might have been too much for Riddle if they’d worked together."