A/N- This is something that I had posted and then deleted along with the terrible story it went with. And then I came across it and decided that it made me happy. So here it is, minus the rest.
Disclaimer- Not mine, of course.
Sight
There was a beat of silence, a pause in the natural order of things.
And then it exploded.
Shouts rang out, cries for help, soft voices pleading for mercy and forgiveness, soon replaced by screams of pain.
A mass confusion of disorder and death.
There were people everywhere, appearing with popping noises, only to promptly disappear once again in the same manner.
Many of the victims watched in confusion as strange lights flew about, killing with a slight caress. They closed their eyes, hoping against hope that this was simply some nightmarish dream that would soon be over. Hoping that they would wake up to their normal, boring lives.
For many, it was over all too soon. They would not, however, be waking up.
The stench of death mixed with fear, hovering over the mass confusion in a green haze.
Above all, piercing through even the loudest screams, was a laugh. A cruel, satisfied laugh that seemed to echo in the very souls of those who heard.
The red eyes watched in sick fascination, and the lipless mouth opened, laughter coming from the dark depths.
Voldemort could feel the brush of another in his mind, and he knew that green eyes watched from behind his red.
Snow began to fall. What a perfect way to spend Christmas Eve.