Harry Potter glared at her from his bound position with a hatred expression. His marred face sporting scars of old and new, had a mad blue eye strapped around his head in a golden socket. The powerful orb was frantically following her every move. She looked down and stared at the magic artifact that had become his signature since he had risen to command the Resistance. The wizard had been relentless in his fight to bring down The Dark Lord reign for the past three years. Battle after battle, it had finally come to this moment. 