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The echo of her footsteps on the marble stairs faded, replaced by the thundering of their own as they ran toward the Horcrux, toward Voldemort, and toward the end. End of scene.

Harry opened his mouth to thank her, but she had already turned away, her tartan dressing gown snapping as she marched back toward the sounds of battle, shouting a hex that turned a section of falling ceiling into a flock of angry, razor-beaked sparrows.

“It’s the only way to end it,” Harry said. Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part 2 -20...

Hermione was already running toward the transfigured ramp. “Move! The diadem won’t find itself.”

McGonagall nodded once. “The diadem. I can’t take you to it. But I can clear a path.” She turned and pointed her wand at the marble staircase. The stairs began to shift, not just moving, but transfiguring . The banisters twisted into serpents made of solid stone that hissed silently. The steps themselves flattened and became a smooth ramp. The echo of her footsteps on the marble

They weren't heading for the Shrieking Shack. Not yet.

The battle had moved beyond screams. It had settled into a low, grinding roar punctuated by the crack of spells and the shriek of collapsing stone. Harry, hidden under his Invisibility Cloak, pressed his back against the cold wall of a corridor off the Grand Staircase. Dust motes danced in the eerie, spell-lit gloom. He could hear Ron and Hermione breathing somewhere to his left, hidden beneath a different Cloak—the one his father had once used, now mended. “It’s the only way to end it,” Harry said

McGonagall was silent for a long moment. Then she did something unexpected. She lowered her wand and smiled—a thin, fierce, terrible smile. “You have your mother’s eyes, but you have James’s nerve. Foolhardy, reckless nerve.” She looked past him at Ron and Hermione. “And you two. You never left him.”

“Potter,” she said, not loudly, but with a clarity that cut through the chaos. “I know you’re here. I saw your Patronus—a stag—leading the house-elves to the kitchens ten minutes ago. Don’t insult my intelligence by denying it.”

“The diadem,” Harry whispered, his voice barely a thread. “Rowena Ravenclaw’s. It has to be here, in the Room of Hidden Things.”