Harry crumpled, dead, at my feet. Finally! All these years of waiting for this moment, here lies Harry Potter at my feet, dead. "Yes," I whispered. Then a light erupted out of me. "You!" I pointed my wand at the closest Death Eater, there was a bang and a guttural scream of pain. "Is he dead?"
Lucius Malfoy steps up, and lowered himself to the boy. He checks Harry's chest, and everything else. "He is dead, my Lord!"
Cheers erupted from my followers. All of them except for Draco Malfoy. "What is it, Draco? Saddened over weak Harry's death?"
Suddenly embarrassed, he dropped his gaze to the floor, ignoring the jeers from his fellow Death Eaters.
Out of my peripheral vision, I see movement. "Look, it's Neville Longbottom." I whisper. My voice was quiet, but it silenced my followers immediately. "Come and face me, Longbottom. I want to see you off to St. Mungo's like I did to your parents."
His face screws up with rage. He draws his wand, aiming it at me. "I will kill you, Voldemort. I swear on Merlin, I will avenge my parents."
I can help the mirthless laughter escaping my lips. "You're parents aren't dead."
"You gave them a fate worse than death."
"And it will soon be yours. The Longbottoms, an insane, happy family."
He shakes his head and left, with a loud crack.
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