“Kotrìc, ragazzo! Mostrami la tua lama goblin. Sappiamo entrambi quale sia la sua vera storia.”

E Godric, chiamato con il suo vero nome, sguainò la potente spada argentea tempestata di rubini scintillanti.

“Che questa spada sia la protagonista leale di future imprese per il bene di noi tutti. Da oggi in poi non sarà più come le altre spade goblin. Assorbirà ciò che la rafforza: l’essenza... anche di ciò che uccide. ORA!”

e una luce accecante investì l’arma e insieme il braccio di Godric e un sibilo intenso ci trafisse le orecchie. La voce della regina ora rimbombava potente dentro di me, sordo ad ogni altro suono.

“Perché ricorda, ragazzo… talvolta la purezza si veste di morte... sento che un giorno il suo destino si compirà.

E so anche che quel cappello di tuo padre, Scerda dei Groìpthrù di Shkondrin, dal quale non ti separi mai - segno di fedeltà - intesserà da ora e in eterno un legame fraterno con la tua spada, a simboleggiare l’unione che esiste tra tutti gli esseri dell’universo mondo.”

👉 I’ve met Hélène Delisle – Libro 1: Azkaban
https://archiveofourown.org/works/93653301

Chapter 113

"I did not do that to be funny," Voldemort said coldly. "We are dealing with a prophecy, fools. We are snipping the threads of destiny one by one; carefully, carefully, not knowing when we may first encounter resistance. This is the order in which the next acts shall be done. First Harry Potter shall be stunned, then his limbs severed and the wounds cauterized. Mr. Friendly and Mr. Honor will examine him for any trace of unusual magics. One of you shall shoot the boy many times with my Muggle weapon, and then as many of you as can shall strike him with the Killing Curse. Only then will Mr. Grim crush his skull and brains with the mundane substance of a tombstone. I shall verify his corpse, then his corpse shall be burned with Fiendfyre, then we will exorcise the surrounding area in case he has left a ghost. I myself will guard this place until six hours have passed, for I do not fully trust the wards I have set against Time's looping; and four of you shall search the surroundings for signs of anything noteworthy. Even after that we must remain vigilant for any sign of Harry Potter's renewed presence, in case Dumbledore has left some unimagined trick in play. If you can think of any trick that I have missed in being sure that Harry Potter's threat is ended, speak now and I shall reward you handsomely... speak now, in Merlin's name!"
There was stunned silence amid the cemetery; no one made to speak.
"Useless, the lot of you," Voldemort said with bitter scorn.

A casual question: if you were a Death Eater here, what would you have suggested?