Under the moonlight, beside the grave, Harry Potter and Voldemort stood face to face. "Very well," Voldemort said softly, raising his wand. The oppressive weight on Harry's back vanished. "Now, look at me—like a man... Stand tall, just as your father did when he met his end..." "Now—we duel." Voldemort raised his wand, Harry raised his finger, and Voldemort turned into a sheep.