Cold, red eyes stared through Severus Snape with calm rage.

"What do you know?" The tone was meant to sooth, to paralyze. "What have you done, Severusssss?"

The snake-like features of Tom Riddle twisted into a mask of fury and hatred. He had been betrayed by one of his most trusted servants. The Potions Master had tricked him. With a strangled cry he kicked the robe covered corpse. He wished that his questions could have been answered, but dead lips tell few tales. The pool of blood under Snape's body was already beginning to darken and dry.

"What have you done?" Riddle let the haunting question slip through his teeth in a hiss. "What now must I do?"

'The Plan' had gone to hell and now the Death Eaters were spread out over the country trying to hide from the Light. Harry Potter had taken his charge of saving the Wizarding world seriously. Apparently Severus had as well if the cold, dead body at the Dark Lord's feet was any indication.

Now he waited for the prophecies finishing with a confidence that it would end in his favor. Voldemort's evil laughter was edged with hysteria.

-THE END