Kill, kill, KILL! The words chanted through Harry’s head as he sliced through more acromantulas and dementors, cut the scorpion tail off a manticore, decapitated the goat’s head of a chimera and blew one nasty creature he had no name for to smithereens with his wand. Harry didn’t care. He only saw Tom and everything else was just in his way. He took some hits too; he was bitten by more than one acromantula, his cheek was cut open by a stray swipe of something’s claw, his leg was almost totally useless and his psyche was getting worse and worse as the echoes of the horrors he’d endured played in his head over and over again.