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He saw the lifeless body of the boy held in Hagrid’s arms.
He heard the half-giant harsh reproach, but he did’t dare to move nor speak.
A memory played before his eyes – the same boy on Firenze’s back seven years ago, and his own blatant disapproval.
He gazed at the star, looking for their comfort – finding just their judgment.
He took an arrow from his quiver, and suddenly he knew what fate he wanted for it.
Bane gathered the other centaurs around him, he nocked the arrow to the bowstring and for the first time, without regrets, he chose his own destiny.