Rating: K
Notes: Written for the lola's 'Last Kiss Competition #2' and the prompt 'elation'
The Dark Lord stood apart from his Death Eaters, looking into the distance.
Soon, the boy who had thwarted him so many times would finally fall at his hand.
He could just imagine him now, appearing between the trees, trotting towards him like a pig towards an abattoir.
The thought almost made him smile.
Bellatrix stepped up to him, still breathless with the thrill of battle, the smile on her face making it evident that she was as jubilant as he himself.
"I killed the blood traitor's brat,"she said, and for once he did not mind that she always seemed to think he cared."The wolf's dead aswell."
She was looking up at him eagerly, clearly awaiting some sort of praise.
He pulled her to him in a passionate, demanding kiss, then let go of her just as abruptly and turned away."The boy will be dead within the hour."