Hello! This is a story about Lord Voldemort, obviously. Yayness! Heehee. Yeah ignore this.
DISCLAIMER)): And yes, this IS necessary! ALL of these characters of mine except Lord Baldy—I mean, Lord Voldy. He does NOT belong to me! And neither does Harry or any of the HP characters, and also Saitin and Julius Caeser do not belong to me. Obviously.
Prologue: The Death of Lord Voldemort
Well, Lord Voldemort thought, this is it. All of my deeds are catching up to me. It's off to Hell with me.
Overhead, Harry Potter leered at him. He raised the sword of Gryffindor over his head.
Dying won't be so bad, Voldemort thought. I'll be reunited with my parents—
You never met them, his conscience snickered.
--my, er, my friends—
You never had any.
--and, erm, uh, well… His mind raced as he tried to think of someone. …DUMBLEDORE!
You hated his guts more than your father's.
Oh shut up, Voldy snapped. And when did you arrive?
Some of us are very lazy.
Undoubtebly, Voldemort thought in disgust, rolling his eyes.
And then, Harry Potter plunged the sword into his heart.
Voldemort's last remaining scrap of soul was torn from his body and flung hither and dither by a rushing tempest unfelt by those still of breathing flesh and bone. A hole opended up in the sky, and endless tunnel that was a deep and blazing red.
This is unexpected, Voldy thought. And his sould was sucked up into the tunnel to go down, down, down, into the ferocious maw of Hell.
