A/N: In order to tidy up my stories, I am collecting these three one shots into this one story. It's easier! This one was called Initial Shock, and is the original one, which I lost.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" A jet of green light shot out of the Elder Wand. As soon as the devastating spell was cast; a pale bald man's unmanicured hands flew up to his pale- wait, I already used that word...- white face, protecting his firey red eyes and his non-existant nose. For a moment he stood like this, his arms around his giant cream head. This man was Lord Voldemort. After a minute, a knarled finger broke away and he peered through the gap. Voldemort scanned the scene. There were trees. And it looked very forbidden. That was good, because they were in the Forbidden Forest. On the floor were leaves. That didn't make sense because it was almost summer. Also on the floor was a young teenage boy with jet black ruffly hair and, if we turned him around, round rimmed glasses. His- Voldemort's not the boy's- red flecked eyes stared at the boys unmoving body. "Was that it? Did I do it? Is he dead? No, he can't be dead! He's just pretending isn't he... Yes, yes he is." He closed his eyes, apparently waiting for something. Apprehensivley, he opened them. The boy still lay there, not breathing. "But... But... no! Why isn't he breathing? Why doesn't he breathe? This defies nature! Why won't he wake?" His thin hands flew up into the air in expiration.

"Um... My Lord?" Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf said from beside him. "The boy is dead. Gone. Poof. You killed him."

"What?" His hands now dre to his mouth as Voldemort gasped, "But this isn't... That's not possible! He's the Boy-Who-Lived, not... uh... Boy-Who-Lay-On-The-Floor! But... But..." He promptly began to hyperventilate. "Nar... Nar... Blonde lady! Check him! He can't be dead! I'm not that... I'm not that lucky!" As soon as the words came out of his mouth he began choking.

"Oh no... Oh no..." Worried Lucius from Voldemort's other side, the left I think. He placed his long, stylish black pimp cane on a green velvet pillow that popped out of nowhere and tapped the baldo on the shoulder. "Inhale, my Lord! In out, in, out, in, out."

Narcissa ran over to the dead body and whispered to it, "Is Draco Malfoy still alive?"

"Pretty sure he is, but I'm not his Keeper!" The body whispered back, surprisingly. Meanwhile, the Deatheaters were trying to calm Voldemort down.

"Think of a happy place!" Inputed Dolohov helpfully.

"Happy place..." Wheezed the Dark Lord. "Beaches... Forests... Mountains... In bed with Bellatrix..."

"Ew bad mental picture!" Screamed Yaxley. Rodolphus Lestrange spun around to face the panting lord and pointed an accusatory finger at him (and it was manicured too, not like those horrible ones of Lord Voldemort!).

"Aha!" He aha'd. "I knew it! I knew something happened between you and her while I was in Azkaban! I've loved her since we were 15, and all this time she was loving you!" Lucius outwardly winced at the mental picture. "I can't believe this! If it wasn't for the fact that Potter was dead- he is dead, right?" Narcissa nodded. "Thought so. If it wasn't for the fact Potter was dead I would leave right now! You know, in fact I will!"

"Wait... Rod, if I were you I wouldn't do a Snape." Rookwood advised.

"Well I will!" And with that, Rodolphus stalked outside the clearing to find somewhere to burst out crying in peace.

"Poor Rod." Stated Yaxley.

"This place is like a bloody soap on telly!" Dolohov rolled his eyes.

"So... So he's dead?" Voldemort addressed Narcissa, having stopped hyperventilating/choking.

"Dead as a Pheonix." Nodded Narcissa.

"Can Pheonixes die then?" Asked her husband.

"I think so," she shrugged.

"He's dead." The only sound was a thump, and a tuft of leaves being uplifted. Voldemort had fainted from shock.

No less that five seconds after Voldemort fell, Harry Potter got up, dusted himself down and sent Voldemort to Azkaban via his wand. All of the Deatheaters stared at him in a mixture of shock, amazment, and amusement. Harry looked at them.

"You didn't see anything." He said darkly, before retreating into the shadows.

"So did anybody hear about the fact that Bellatrix got killed by Molly Weasley earlier on?" Narcissa asked into the silence. "I know she was my sister, but... wow!"