Harry pulled out The Box but Voldemort was faster and he smacked it out of his hands.
Lord Voldemort stood above Harry,"Though I have lost my most trusting followers, I am not weak. Come to me Wormtail."
Harry turned and saw Peter Pettigrew come in twitching and Harry saw his right hand which was made of silver.
Wormtail pointed his wand at Harry,"Stupefy" It was as if he was in a dream. Things moved so slowly. Wormtail's mouth slowly moved up and down. Harry's world started to darken. He felt as if he was hit over the head with a bat. His scar was burning so bad. He wanted it to end. This was too much. There was nothing he could do now.
Hermione rolled him off her. She looked into his eyes,standing above him,"Harry,no."
Her tears were falling on his face. Harry heard her and Voldemort, as if they were so far away,"Go away foolish girl, there is nothing for him now. Wormtail,grab him."
Harry made one last effort. He grabbed Hermione,"Take the pendant.......from my neck........Squeeze it"
Harry was blinded by pain and darkness,"Please....", he choked.
Hermione grabbed the pendant and ripped the necklace off his neck. She squeezed with both hands till green light shooted out from it. Finally Harry's world went black. The pain was maddening. It was all over. His head was searing. He was going to die here and there was nothing he could do.