Voldemort smiled maliciously as he fired another killing curse, he enjoyed chaos. Battle. The downfall of everything. He was going to win this. He would have every member of the damned Order of Phoenix bow down before him in fear. Destruction oh the beauty of destruction. A cowardly Hogwarts student was about to fire a curse at Bellatrix from behind. In between fighting the aurors he threw a curse her way. Laughing when her lifeless body hit the floor. Bellatrix, she was a creature of the dark like him. Her soul was so evil sometimes he wondered why he didn't kill that husband of hers. She adored him and he enjoyed every second of it. But he was Voldemort. And Lord Voldemort did not need anyone. Foolish blood traitor housewife. She was no match for the woman who had tortures people into insanity. The Boy was dead. Albus Dumbledore was dead. Severus Snape was dead. He would have his victory.
He heard it before he turned to look. "Avada Kedavra!" He heard the voice of Molly Weasley cry out. Only this time it wasn't followed by a spell from his beloved's lips. He did not hear Bellatrix after that. He only heard her laugh cut short. That melodic laugh of hers, the laugh that thousands have heard right before their deaths. He saw, the way her eyes froze. The laughter still echoing in the battlefield. No it couldn't be. His most faithful. Most loved. The woman he had let get away. She had always been there for him, even in Azkaban. He could feel it every time she ran her fingers faithfully and lovingly over her Dark Mark. She was always there but he. He had let her be married away to a fool. He had never confessed his appreciation, his love for this woman. He tried so hard to make himself emotionless, he tried so hard to feel nothing, to need nothing. She fell. She fell backwards from where she stood. Her wild hair flowing in the wind, her wand fell at her side as her body hit the dirt. Anger boiled up in him. He had never felt anger like this. He cried out in fury, duelers near him cowered as they covered their ear.
Was it anger? He felt his fingers twitch he almost wanted to drop his wand. He no longer wanted to taste the sweetness of victory if he couldn't share it with his Bella. Was this sadness he felt? Was this the emotion people speak of? He looked about him. Was he ready to give up his fight? Was he fighting for Bella all along? Turning to look once more at the fallen woman her eyes gazing at him unseeing. He bared his teeth in anger. Sadness was an unfamiliar emotion. He wanted nothing to do with it. He reeled his wand back, he felt the darkness of his magic course through his veins up his arm and to his fingertips.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Molly Weasley's body hit the ground.