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"No sign of him, my lord," said Dolohov.
"I thought he would come," said Voldemort. "I expected him to come."
There was a pause. "I was, it seems ... mistaken."
"You weren't."
Harry and Voldemort faced each other in a clearing in the Forbidden Forrest. Surrounding them were death eaters, a number of which were guarding a trussed up Hagrid.
"Ah, Harry. Come to -"
HOOOONK!
CRASH; KER-THUMP THUMP!
Voldemort was run over by a Ford Anglia.