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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.