He Who Must Not Be Named looked over his army of Inferi. He swelled with
pride at some of the corpses.
There was Albus Dumbledore, thank god for Snape, who had killed him.
Dumbledore had always terrified He Who Must Not Be Named. Even dead and under his
control, Dumbledore scared him.
Then there were the Potters, parents of his nemesis, Harry.
And there was Sirius Black, Harry's deceased godfather. He was especially
useful, being an Animagus.
The Dark Lord had a special mission for these four corpses. It was something he,
in all his power, had never been able to accomplish. He knew that his victim would never
expect it.
"I want you to kill Harry Potter" he told them in a cold, cruel voice.
The Inferi nodded and left. You-Know-Who cackled. It was then one of the
rafters in the old warehouse he was hiding in broke, and knocked him unconscious.
When he regained consciousness two strange people were helping him up.
"Who are you? Where am I?" he asked, forgetting to sound like a dark wizard,
"Who am I?"
The two people, a man and a woman with bright pink hair, introduced
themselves as Cornelius and Nymphadora. They informed him that a dark wizard called
He Who Must Not Be Named was trying to take over the world and that he'd be better off
dead.
He listened. He knew there was some reason he shouldn't let anyone know he'd
been there so he torched it all. A cup with a badger on it, a snake crested locket, a silver
spoon with a raven on it and the body of a snake all went up in flames along with the
warehouse and the remaining Inferi.
Then he walked slowly to the bridge near the warehouse and jumped off.
That was the end of Lord Voldemort.
I Know what you're thinking and I promise it gets weirder, wackier and makes a lot more sense later on.