Dark Love

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  • Published: 15 Jul 2014
  • Updated: 29 Dec 2014
  • Status: Complete
Did You-Know-Who really die? Or, did he fake it, plotting the biggest war the world, Muggle or Witch/wizard has ever known?

Dramione ship.


32. Neville POV

Time slowed as Malfoy died, as if in slow motion. Hermione cried out, her words a blurred mess.

I smile. All was going to plan. And soon, she will be dead. Then, Voldemort will reign; they won't have the strength or will to protest.

I laugh and leave, in search of the Dark Lord.

I found him in the Room of Requirement, pacing back and forth angrily. I dropped to a knee. "My Lord,"

"Yes, Neville?"

"My Lord, it is done."

"Who killed him? They shall be rewarded."

I couldn't tell him who. "No clue, my Lord."

He looks at me. "None at all?"

"No, my Lord."

"Well, I think you're lying."

Oh no. He looked inside my brain. He knows. Act fast. "Sorry, my Lord."

He looks at me, but doesn't press the issue, to my great relief. "Now, Neville, you know what to do."

"My Lord?" Ginny's voice.

"What, Ginny?"

"It's the Granger girl, my Lord."

"What about her?"

"She's right here." Now it was Hermione's voice. "You killed him, didn't you? You were the one guilty of Draco's death. Now I will kill you. Avada Kedavra."

A bolt of green light shot out from green light shot from Hermione's wand, illuminating the insane smile on her face, and hit my master square in the chest.

Voldemort was blown backward, and my master, the Dark Lord, Tom Riddle, was blown backward and breathed no more.

Authors Note-

Hmm.... So we still don't know who the killer is!

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