I don’t think I’m ever going to stop being angry at Voldemort’s death in the movie
He was mEANT TO DIE AS NO MORE THAN A MAN IN THE END. IT WAS IMPORTANT.
How the fuck does
“Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snake-like face vacant and unknowing.”
turn into
So much this it physically wounds me.