An eerie silence engulfed the room as they stared each other down. The threat to the wizarding world was just feet away from the one person who would be able to defeat him. A bead of sweat dripped down the boy’s face as he fought the searing pain in his now legendary scar. The invisible ropes that bound him seemed to tighten as he struggled against them. Shrill laughter pierced through the room from the creature opposite him. This is no man, Harry thought to himself. Hell itself would have spat him back out…if it hadn’t already…