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Harry Potter

MalikOfDarkness

"My Lord, he's there."

My faithful servant pointed toward a bundle of black robes on the floor. I felt my lips curl in satisfaction. I walked slowly, but elegantly to the traitor on the floor. She followed my every step.

"Bellatrix, you have done well," I said.

She answered, "I live to please you, my Lord."

"Leave us," I commanded.

She seemed to hesitate, but knew better than to argue. I smiled. I trained my servants well.

At least most of them.

"Rise."

The body did not move.

"At least have some dignity for yourself and come face me like a true man."

No response.

"You fool. You do realize your fate has been sealed. Lord Voldemort is merciful and forgives his servants, but you've gone too far. But stand up and demand forgiveness like any true Death Eater would."

The man flinched at my name, but did not get up.

"I wonder why you did this to yourself. After all, if you never ran away from me, you would have achieved real glory like I promised you when you joined us. Unless, of course you wanted to finally prove yourself to your brother by leaving us and managing to stay alive. But maybe, you wanted to taint your blood and become one of Dumbledore's men. One of those filthy half-bloods, blood traitors, and of course, Mudbloods. I didn't know you'd descend to their level. I thought you had more pride in yourself. I suppose not."

My words seemed to touch a nerve and he got up, shaking. It seemed he was a victim to Bellatrix's Cruciatus Curse. He looked like he could collapse any minute now. I would have felt bad for him if I wasn't Lord Voldemort, but I am and I won't forgive a traitor who hasn't proven to be worthy of my time yet. Or my mercy.

"You...will be...stopped," he said, stammering.

I frowned at him. Couldn't he see that he was about to die? What was the point of those words? They have nothing to back them up.

"And who will stop me? Your beloved brother? I'm not so sure about that. From what I know, you're not considered his brother anymore," I said, my voice silky.

His eyes widened in shock, but I already knew that he was informed of this before. Tears were forming in his eyes.

"I didn't bless you with my presence just so you can cry," I said, coldly.

He knew what would happen next. Everyone did.

"Avada Kedavra!"

I don't own Harry Potter. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling, my rival.

~Malik