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"Harry Potter" said Voldemort. "The Boy-Who-Lived." He let out a murdurous cackle. "Come to die." He raised his wand and there was flash of green light. Oddly enough the last thing Harry Potter felt in that moment was not pain, but an overwhelming surge of power.
The killing curse connected with it's victim, and Voldemort screamed. A terrifying sound that ripped through the forest. The Death Eaters froze. For a short moment after the Potter boy fell, the Dark Lord had felt like his innards were being sucked out of his body. He struggled to recover, but ignored the pain. He would not show weakness.
"My lord?" one of the Death Eaters asked, whom immediately regretted it. A blasting curse later and he was smashed against a tree covered in blood.
"Narcissa." Voldemort hissed. "Check the boy, be sure he is dead."
"Y-yes milord." she stammered, rushing towards the body.
Narcissa approached the dark-haired figure sprawled across the ground. She knew there was a fair chance that Harry was still alive. She had a mere couple of seconds to decide what she would do if he was. Narcissa quickly realized when she pressed her fingers to his neck that no amount of time would have prepared her. Not only was he breathing, he was thriving.
She had expected if there was any chance of him being alive, he would be near dead or atleast wounded. Where there should have been a weak pulse, instead it was strong and unwavering. She kept her features perfectly blank, something she had mastered from her days as a politician. Then she pressed her head to his chest. This was mainly to convince the others, however a little to assure herself as well.
Narcissa rose from over the body. Voldemort had done his best to shake off the pain, although it was not gone. His features told otherwise though, his image would not falter. He should have seen it coming. Whatever his connection was with the boy had caused a serious backlash when it was severed. To him this was just an initial confirmation of his death.
"He is dead milord." said Narcissa. The Death Eaters errupted in cries of laughter and cheers. Voldemort smirked, which alltogether was an odd sight as he didn't have much of a mouth. Through their celebrations, they all missed the sadness that flashed across the face of Narcissa Malfoy. The emotional control she had was one of her greatest and most terrible curses.
"Narcissa levitate his body." commanded Voldemort, with a feral grin. "Come my followers, we have the image of a hero to crush."