A/N: This is written for the Halloween Drabble Competition with the prompt apple, the Favourite Character Boot Camp with the prompt milestone and the Favourite House Boot Camp with the prompt omen.
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The light from the fire was running low only producing a small amount of heat and flicking off its pitiful rays over the simple armchair and the pale waxy face within. Voldemort's dark bloodied eyes were only half open as he stared at the object in his hand; not a wand, but a simple apple. The bright fresh green stared up at him as he rolled the fruit between his long unnatural fingers savouring the smoothness under his skin.
He knew it would soon be time. He could feel it in his bones and knew it in his brilliant mind.
Tonight was his night. It would be a milestone within his quest for power and greatness. History would remember this as the time when his last obstacle to power was pushed away. After tonight, no one could oppose him.
The corners of his lips twisted upwards the rolling of the fruit quickening as his heart rate increased, though they were the only hints that his mood had altered.
The prophecy had been in his mind for so long the words he knew engraved within, but this would be the end of it. It was laughable that a baby would ever have the power to defeat him, but it would be folly to not take care of the issue just in case. Caution was wise especially when the threat was currently nought. He had not even considered utilising the service of his Death Eaters.
Tonight it would only be his task. It was appropriate and right.
Voldemort thought it was all quite symbolic. Wormtail had told him of the whereabouts of the Potters just in time for Halloween Night.
All Hallows' Eve. The filthy muggles in the orphanage had told him stories about their silly beliefs; about how the dead souls were alive and it was the night and magic was strongest.
He enjoyed the symbolism. It was the real reason he had held off enforcing his plan for a few days, but now the timing was perfect. He would cause two or three more souls to join the dead and to show the muggles how powerful true magic really was.
His smirk twisted upwards even further as he flicked his wrist and through the apple casually into the dying flames. He did not even spare a gaze to the burning fruit as he stood on his heels and swept from the house his body filled with morally righteousness and thoughts of the success that was fast approaching.
He would not fail.