Inness Hillside at Etretet

Inness Hillside at EtretetInness Harvest Scene in the Delaware ValleyInness Etretat NormandyInness Clearing Up
Like rain on a cold window, these thoughts pattered against the hard surface of the incontrovertible truth, which was that he must die. I must die. It must end.
　　　The castle was empty. He felt ghostly striding through it alone, as if he had already died. The portrait people were still missing from
　　　Ron and Hermione seemed a long way away, in a far-off country; he felt as though he had parted from them long ago. There would be no good-byes and no explanations, he was determined of that. This was a journey they could not take together, and the attempts they would make to stop him would waste valuable time. He looked down at the battered gold watch he had received on his seventeenth birthday. Nearly half of the hour allotted by Voldemort for his surrender had elapsed.

　　　He stood up. His heart was leaping against his ribs like a frantic bird. Perhaps it knew it had little time left, perhaps it was determined to beats before the end. He did not look back as he closed the office door.