Disclaimer: I do not own Voldemort, or the Wizarding world, they belong to J.K. Rowling. Lucky here, the Prompt also is from a set of 100 Prompts by XxKissingSinxX.


I sit here and stare, watching as the blood which once resided in my body, escapes through the bullet holes which litter my body.

Killed by muggles, of all things I had to be defeated by, the bane of my existence, had to be the one thing which brought me down.

Muggles and their guns and bombs, who would of thought the great lord Voldemort would be killed by a mere muggle.

The army of men run around pointing their guns at my death eaters, the little metal bullets shooting through the protective barriers, down, each of them go down, bits of body parts scatter across everywhere.

Who would of thought the Wizarding world would resort to Muggle help.

All because of that brat and his ability of never dying, and that damned prophecy.

My goals will never be achieved, the damned light will reign in power and disintegrate Dark magic.

The soft thumps start to slow, and I know I'm about to die.

I look up to the sky, and wonder what my after life is going to be like.


End Note: This is Prompt 003: Stare, it is in Voldemorts Pov, and he has just been defeated by Muggle weapons.