Voldemort's Last Ditch Effort

Severus Snape walked into Voldemort's inner sanctum. He bowed his head respectfully and waited for the Dark Lord to speak. The moments dragged on and the Evil One did not speak. Snape risked a glance up at him.

He did a double take. He Who Must Not Be Named was surrounded by books. They were stacked on the desk, on the floor, every where. Voldemort was reading through one and muttering.

"My Lord?"

Voldemort grunted to himself.

Severus cleared his throat.

The Dark Lord looked up, annoyed. "What? Can't you see I'm busy? I have work to do. Leave me alone!"

"Don't you want your weekly Dumbledore update?" Severus inquired.

"No, go away! I'm finding a way to kill off that wretched boy!"

Severus waited for a moment longer, not sure if he was being tricked. When the Dark Lord didn't acknowledge him further he shrugged and left.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Lucius and Severus stood outside Voldemort's inner sanctum.

"Do you have any idea what he's doing in there?" Lucius asked.

"No idea. He's been in there a week. He has to be done sometime soon however."

"Not necessarily. Do you remember the whole gremlin fiasco?"

Severus winced. "I try not too."

"He locked himself up for almost a month," Lucius paused, looking thoughtful "Do we have a betting pool set up yet?"

"Yes. I put my galleons are on Monday evening. I could use it."

"I'll have to go for Monday morning then."

The two talked for a few more minutes, then left when strange noises came from behind the door.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

"Severus."

Severus looked up from grading papers.

"Peter, what are you doing here? This is Hogworts!"

"Oh, its okay," Peter said cheerfully. "Dumbledore gave me a free pass."

"What? Why-"

"Anyway, Lucius won the pool-"

"Damn," Severus muttered.

"And out Master has called us forth. We must go to him."

Severus sighed and got up to follow Peter.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

"I've figured out how to kill Harry Potter!" He who Must Not Be Named gloated.

"You've already told us that. How to you plan on killing him?" Lucius demanded

Voldemort continued on as if no one had spoken`. "My problem was that I was trying to kill him like a wizard. Well, he's half muggle. Its his muggle blood that has kept me from killing him. His muggle blood has poisoned his wizard blood."

The Death Eaters looks at each other, confused.

"So, I need to kill him the way a muggle would be killed."

"My Lord, that makes no sense. We can and have killed muggles with magic before-" one Death Eater started to say.

Voldemort cut him off. "I have done research. Much research. I have read many books. Books like The Complete Book of World History, and Writing Through literature and Human Anatomy and Physiology and Sex Education. I have found the answer!"

"And we have to come all the way to New Zealand why?" Severus questioned.

"I have done even more research and have consulted with Professor Trelawney and have come to a great discovery!" The Dark Lord pointed to the spot that he had roped off with caution tape. "This is the spot the Great Harry Potter will be buried!"

Pettigrew coughed.

"New Zealand?" Lucius wondered out loud.

"Yes!" Voldemort looked at his Death Eater proudly.

"What does this have to do with killing him? When he comes here, he'll already be dead, so what is the point?" Snape demanded.

"The old muggle saying. You shudder if someone has walked over your grave. If I make him shudder enough he'll have a seizure and died."

It was quite for a long moment, then Snape coughed to cover a laugh.

"Just you wait," He Who Must Not Be Named proclaimed. Then he started pacing over Harry's 'grave.'

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Some where in Hogworts, Harry shuddered violently.

"Are you okay Harry?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay." He shuddered again.

"Maybe someone's walking over your grave," Hermione commented.

Harry shuddered again.