A/N: I don't know which part of my odd brain created this, truly.
Warning: VoldyWins!AU, a strange and sadistic Voldy (what's new there?), canon characters already dead.
Cease to Exist
His ghostly figure pauses for a minute by the ornate gates and his fingernail scrapes past an odd bar and the unearthly wailing of a trapped soul drifts into his ears. His lips bare in an expression that was neither a smile nor a frown and he channels all his rage into a mighty push that unhinges the ancient, wrought-iron gates altogether. The gates fall on either side, the defeated wings of a valiant angel as he walks past them and intrudes the quiet sanctity of the cemetery.
His fingers blemish tombstones as he brushes past them carelessly, his hungry eyes seeking out their victim with every step he takes into the heart of the burial grounds. Frozen twigs crumble into ashes beneath his angry tread and he relishes in the sounds of destruction that follow him like a shadow.
"There," he murmurs with quiet glee as three tombstones loom into existence before him. Snow obscures the engraved letters on the grave but he melts it with the casual flick of a wand with his lips twisted in a cruel smile. Engraved letters reveal themselves to his cruel eyes.
Here lie James Potter and Lily Potter.
The dates below the letters were the testament to a life snatched away too soon.
Here lies Harry Potter; brave warrior and beloved friend.
His life had been cut even shorter than the parents who gave up theirs just so that his life wouldn't have to end this way.
But nothing ever really worked according to the plans of the good.
"The Potters," he declares in his high, cold voice as the tablet upon their graves begins to part, revealing two rotting bodies and a younger, fresher one. The snow conceals the putrid odour of rotting bodies as he raises them and revels in the macabre sight of three corpses floating before his vision.
"For seventeen years, you deceived me," he begins to his dead audience. Nothing is alive to contradict him; just the way he likes it. He pauses for a minute to admire the spoils of his victory before continuing.
"Your very bodies are a disgrace," he hisses as his voice grows volatile within seconds. The wind howls around him in, enraged at the atrocity of his actions and the three bodies before him tremor just the slightest bit in defiance.
His anger mounts and he lowers his wand very suddenly. The three bodies plummet to the snowy mud in the fraction of a second wit a squelching sound, but he isn't satisfied. Not yet, anyway.
"I cannot have you existing in the same world as I do anymore," he snarls. His eyes roll upwards for a moment before he points his wand before him like a sword.
"Reducto!"
He watches with sadistic pleasure as the bodies of James Potter, Lily Potter and Harry Potter explode into smithereens before the hooded slits of his eyes and he nods.
"You, too, must be gone," he says, looking at the grave and headstones.
After three mini explosions, the Potters' very existence is wiped out by a victorious Lord Voldemort forever.
Entered in:
The Duct Tape Competition, Hard – snowman
The Twelve Days of Christmas Style Challenge, drabble #4
The Race to the Top of Mount Potter, prompt: VoldemortWins!AU