[COMPANY]
                              
Seven!
                              
[POTTER]
                              
Confession time? here's what I got:
                              
I love him still and 
                              
I hate that we are here
                              
[COMPANY]
                              
Number eight!
                              
[ENSEMBLE]
                              
Your last chance to negotiate
                              
Send in your seconds, 
                              
see if they can set the record straight
                              
[POTTER]
                              
No one knows why we are doing this
                              
Malfoy had never said a word about me
                              
Never outed me
                              
Why? If not to do it at a particular time?
                              
It's him or me, 
                              
the world will never be the same
                              
if they found about us.  
                              
I had only one thought, 
                              
before the slaughter
                              
This man will not make 
                              
a public mockery of me
                              
[COMPANY]
                              
Number nine!
                              
[POTTER]
                              
Look him in the eye, aim no higher
                              
Summon all the courage you require  
                              
Then count:
                              
[COMPANY]
                              
One two three four five six seven eight nine
                              
Number ten paces! Fire!-
                              
[MALFOY]
                              
I imagine death so much
                              
 it feels more like a memory
                              
Is this where it gets me?
                              
on my feet, 
                              
sev'ral feet ahead of me?
                              
I see it coming, 
                              
do I run or fire my wand or let it be?
                              
There is no beat, no melody
                              
Potter, my first true friend, my love
                              
Maybe the last face I ever see
                              
If I don't throw away my shot, 
                              
is this how you'll remember me?
                              
To kill the Chosen One? No.
                              
What if this spell is my legacy?