He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was dead and wizards rejoiced all throughout Great Britain. And why shouldn't they? The war was over-all there was left to do was round up the Death Eaters and stick them in Azkaban, there would be no more killings.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was dead and Harry Potter lived. A baby had defeated You-Know-Who! There was no wizard in all of Great Britain who did not shed tears of happiness that night.
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The Dark Lord was dead, he had to escape. He stepped into the Muggle throng, fitting right in as he trembled with fear that the Aurors would find him. Then he saw Sirius Black's face. It seemed to loom over him as the other man pointed his wand.
"Pettigrew," Sirius snarled.
He panicked, grabbed for his wand and shouted out a spell. A few minutes later he was running down a drainpipe, not waiting to see the Aurors come arrest Sirius Black.
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She let out a loud wail as soon as she heard the news. Her wild, black hair obscured her face as she sobbed, sinking down onto her knees, pounding her heart.
Her husband tried to reason with her, telling her they needed to escape, that they were known Death Eaters and the Aurors would be after them soon.
She ignored him and continued to beat her chest and wail.
Finally her husband's voice grew harsh and he pulled her up by one wrist, "I'm leaving, Bellatrix. I'm leaving and if you don't come with me the Dementors will Kiss you."
She let her husband half-drag her out of the house and Apparate with her to a forest. By the time the stars started to fade she was ready for revenge.
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Lucius Malfoy entered the room where his wife was sitting next to their child's crib. She looked up at him as he entered the room, holding his snake-headed cane.
"I heard," she whispered. Her face was a mask of calmness, but Lucius knew his wife and he saw that she was hiding relief and fear behind it.
"We won't go to Azkaban," he told her. "I can fix it with the Ministry."
The mask dropped. "Are you sure you can do that, Lucius? The Dark Lord is dead and he can't take our Draco away from us, but the Ministry can." She pat the child's head with a slightly trembling hand.
Lucius came to stand behind her. "I can," he promised.
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He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was dead and there was not a wizard who did not rejoice that night.
AN: This is not supporting the Death Eaters.
Challenges: The 2016 Monthly Prompt List Challenge
Prompts: "No One Mourns the Wicked" from Wicked