It was a night that had meant the fall of a leader and the end of an era. Voldemort was dead. No one knew what happened to his body after his defeat. A wizard moved along the grass path that lead up to body of the ex dark lord, the wizard moved his face into the light of the castle looming overhead. His facial features were equivalent to that of a homeless person, in his face a person could see that behind the scruffy looking goatee there was a hint of youth, it looked as though he hadn't washed in ages. His dark black robes looked extremely odd on him as they made him look like a smart homeless person. The man moved his hand down towards his pocket and pulled out his mask. The death eater turned it over examining the side that his victims would have seen. He looked up towards the moon it was a wonderful night for murder, but that would have to wait he had more pressing issues to deal with. The death eater had seen the death of his master and had decided on a moving the body to somewhere less pleasant.

He turned on the spot and disappearated a few moments later he reappeared but with a muggle in his hands he planned on switching the bodies so that no one was curious as to where the body of Voldemort had gone after he had moved it. Another death eater who was in on the plan saw this and ushered the first one to move quicker.

"Dolohov we don't have time for this, just get the body and go we can deal with the details later!"

"Shut it, Clarke if you knew who this was you would have more respect! This is the greatest wizard that ever lived." Dolohov shouted in response.

"So what he's not living!"

"Are you mad? You know I never asked to adopt you! And if it wasn't for these take your kids to work days you wouldn't be here!"

"Oh here we go about the adoption shit and if mum heard you say that she'd cut your bullocks off!"

"Let's not get into this now we have an important task to do and you knew how dedicated I was when the lord made me second in command, and know I have the responsibility of the whole evil sorcery thing..."

"Your rambling and I think that I see a teacher over there..."

"Fine, help me move him then."

And with that Dolohov managed to get the arm of the dead Voldemort free he moved his head closer to the dead man's ear and whispered "My lord, I promise you will not die in vain, and I also look forward to the day when you are once again at your full power."

And with that the pair disappearated into the night with the body of their old master in the hands of his most faithful servant. It seemed that Dolohov had gone mad; surely no amount of magic can bring back the dead, can it?