Harry lowered his wand. "This is wrong." The figure slipped, and the young man jumped to catch it. It felt like matchsticks in human form and for a moment, he was afraid that clutching too hard would break Voldemort right in two. For a heartbeat, he thought that the figure was clawing at this skin, trying to get closer, but then it shoved him away again. "Go on, kill me. There is no other way. The prophecy ...