Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. There names belong to JKR and for the most part she can keep them. As I only like the idea of a wizarding world.
This is just for me to check if I can upload things to fan fiction . Net, well that and finally post something? Its most likely going to be short, have spelling and grammar mistakes and ramble slightly. So here goes nothing. (( I edited it a bit.)) should be better now))
Violent Death for Peace
The cell door screeched in pain at being opened. Soft moans from the surrounding darkness spoke of agony at the sound. Foot steps light and slow traversed the grimy floor. A raven haired man looked at his beaten and bloodied prisoner. "Hello Harry," the voice of the highly feared creature flowed smoothly and silkily in to the darkness at the man shaped shadow before him.
"Good afternoon, Tom," the voice the boy-who-lived, savior of the wizarding world sounded defeated and rough as it was forced from the parched throat of its owner. "I don't mind the accommodations so much as the company and service. Maybe you should hire some better room service. It seems lacking."
"Harry, its good to know that you aren't begging for mercy yet. I really was hoping I could talk to you before you broke down." Tom spoke softly as he lit the candles by the cell door and approached his captive. "You seem to be missing some teeth my friend. To many sweets from dear old Dumbledore?"
"No, no that poor room service of yours, Tom. They need to be taught how to properly treat their guests. Well anyway, I was hoping we could drop this little act and finish this up before I do something as impolite as pass out in the middle of our conversation." Harry lifted his head and looked into the red eyes of Lord Voldemort, wondering what his punishment was going to be.
"Oh, I suppose we could start with the torture again. Unless you would like me to end it swiftly?" Voldemort whisper the last words gently as if to caress the battered boys shattered hope.
"Please, do. Um. A slight request first make it look like I suffered for a long while. You know just to make the sacrificing bastards suffer for sending me to my death?" a soft smile was rewarded for his request.
"Oh course Harry. I take it there is nothing left you want to talk about then?"
"Not really, do make sure to include a Christmas card though would you, dear?" Harry's eyes seemed to dance with amusement at the though.
"As you wish, Avada Kedavra good bye my friend." Tom looks into the now dead eyes of his
second constant companion. Already missing their shared connection, now broken.
Hours later a very bloody Dark Lord swept up out of the dungeons with a corps floating along behind. A whispered goodbye, the placement of a port key in the hand of the dead and mutilated body, and a hand written Christmas card tied with a bow around his neck where the only preperations for the corps. With one last longing look at his arch rival he gave a low hiss, and the corps of the boy-who-lived, disappeared . A soft smile at the thought of the chaos now erupting at number 12 Grimmald Place as the Order of the Phoenix received a last Christmas present from one deceased Harry Potter, boy-who-lived, and Tom Riddle, Dark Lord extrodinare.
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Hope it was okayish, Bookreader
p.s. Reedited today, whenever today is?