screeched, rising above the tumult. "Harry Potter was killed by my hand, and now no living man can threaten me! See! Crucio!" He pointed at Harry, shaking his fallen body, and Narcissa gasped, grabbing his hand. Eyes focused on the boy as if trying to penetrate his mind and make him not scream, not feel pain, not move. Harry was thrown up once, twice, thrice, his glasses flew off his face, and when he landed the last time, the clearing resounded with insults and high-pitched laughter.

"Now," Voldemort said, "let's go to the castle and show them what's left of their hero. Who will drag the body? No... wait..." There was a fresh explosion of laughter, and after a few moments...

"You carry him," Voldemort ordered. "He'll be quite visible in your arms, won't he? Pick up your little friend, Hagrid. And the glasses... put the glasses back on... he needs to be recognizable."

Cassi went to his glasses, and they were gently placed on his face, tapping his cheek three times with her index finger. Hoping he'd understand she knew he was alive. When she looked down at the ground, she saw something glinting among the leaves.

The Resurrection Stone... She discreetly bent down, picked up the small object, and slipped it into her pocket. Tearfully, Hagrid approached, and they lifted him gently.

He was trembling and lamenting the 'death' of his friend. "Walk," Voldemort ordered, and Hagrid stumbled forward, clearing a path through the tightly packed trees towards the exit of the forest. Narcissa grabbed her arm, and Bella held her hand. Eager eyes followed silently behind, along with the others.