I’d like to say something. Doesn’t matter that Harry’s gone. People die every day. Friends, family. Yeah, we lost Harry tonight. He’s still with us, in here. So’s Fred, and Remus, Tonks…all of them. They didn’t die in vain! But you will! Cause you’re wrong! Harry’s heart did beat for us, for all of us. It’s not over!
If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste. I command my forces to retreat immediately. (…) I speak now, Harry Potter, Directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour. - Lord Voldemort