"No sign of him, my Lord," said Dolohov.
I drew the Elder Wand which seemed to frighten my best, most trusted lieutenant Bellatrix Lestrange. She addressed me via my title, but immediately I made a hand gesture to silence her.
I honestly thought that he would come and I said as much to my Death Eaters. Harry Potter, "the boy who lived," or "the chosen one" as I hear he is now called allow his friends to die for him? Maybe I have overestimated the boy's character. In some ways it's a shame. The boy's refusal to give himself up means that there will be a lot more magical blood spilt than I had intended. I admired the bravery of his father. It was foolish to challenge I, Lord Voldemort but courage is a quality that even I respect. James would not have been able to live with himself if he had allowed Harry and Lily to die and he had been allowed to live. The boy's refusal to meet with me here in the Forest means there will be much more bloodshed than I had intended.
Every drop of magical blood is precious – however, at Hogwarts there are lots of mudbloods. Maybe there won't be too many purebloods that die – once I kill the boy, they will join my Death Eaters or else be put under the pain of the Cruciatus Curse.
"I was, it seems... mistaken," I announced out loud.
"You weren't"
At the sound of his voice I turned. The only living wizard who could genuinely have a claim of being a greater wizard than I, the Dark Lord and now I have a chance to best him in a duel. He survived my killing curse when he was only a baby. I cannot be beaten again.
The half giant yelled for Harry to retreat but the stubbornness of the boy meant that he would continue to face me. My death Eater, Rowle, silenced the half giant with a mere flick of his wand.
As I faced Potter, I knew that he would be unable to defeat me. My last horcrux still lived in Nagini, Even if he is aware of the horcrux, he won't be able to destroy it without being hit by our curses first. I am aiming to kill.
Harry and I looked at each other. I carefully considered him; his strengths, his weaknesses. I tilted my head to the side and gave off a mirthless smile.
"Harry Potter... the boy who lived... AVADA KEDAVRA!"