The Quidditch pitch. Of course Tom would choose one of the few places that once brought Harry joy as the scene of their final confrontation. It was just another thing that that bastard had taken from him. Harry seethed in anger, even as he walked towards what he knew would be certain death. But fuck it, if he was going to die today, he was going to make sure he took as many with him as he could, including Tom. No matter what, that thing had to die. Anything less was not good enough.