Disclaimer: Damnit, I am fed up with writing disclaimers. Nothing belongs to me. There. Happy now?
A/N: My first drabble! (Though I do have one-shots.) About flames: if you're in a bad mood, by all means flame me. Just include an apology at the end. If you don't include that, expect a PM from me flaying you alive and roasting you in your own juices.
A skeletal figure stands over the Boy-Who-Lived. Who is no longer living.
Voldemort has killed that Harry Potter; that man on whose young shoulders the hope had rested, and who now is gone. Now the rule of the Dark Lord is absolute.
The Order of the Phoenix warriors drop their wands in defeat. The Death Eaters kill them instantly—too good a fate for those rebels, but these people will be the last to die without suffering.
The Dark Lord is now the Dark Emperor.
The Chosen One is dead.
Long live the king.
He will live forever.
Woe to the world.