I'm not giving up on my other stories, just want to write something a tad different. Enjoy it, or hate it...:)

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Epilouge:

A dark hooded figure strode towards a small home that was lit up. He smiled briefly, wondering if his occupant knew what was coming for her or if he would catch her unawares. Moving silently, he made his way into the home to find, though it was lit up like the brightest July afternood, it seemed quite empty. He cast a look around and on a case of stairs descending upwards he saw his prey. A beautiful young witch stood in on the third step down, her long blonde hair cascading down her back and face in a deshelved mess, her blue eyes flashing at him angrily, a small pointed chin jutting out in definace. Her stature was small, she was slim and of an average height, and if it weren't for the look of pure defiance written all over her face he never would have believed this little girl had bested seven of his Death Eaters at once, and killed twelve of them altogether.

"This...this is what my Death Eaters fear to face?" He laughed, cold and hard, filling her chest with a fear she was determined to not let show. "A mere girl?"

She stood utterly still, wand out though she knew it would be useless. No one lived once Voldermort decided to kill them, and he had visited her personally. She felt a twinge of guilt, she had made a promise to be safer, cause less trouble. She knew it would always come down to this, once she killed the first Death Eater, though it had been a pure accident.

"Perhaps you should find better duelers, Riddle," she sneered. If death was to come for her tonight she would not let it find her broken and beaten on the floor, begging for her life. Death would find her with her dignity still intact, and would take her with grace and poise.

Voldermort hissed venomously. "You dare use my name you filthy blood traitor? You are not worthy to stand before me!"

She smiled, stepping down one step casually. "I think it is the other way around. You, Mr. Riddle, are not worthy to stand before me. I have lived a life much more worthy than you have."

His cold laugh filled the room again, but she did not feel chilled. "You could not possibly dream the life I lived. The life I shall continue to live after I snuff out your pathetic excuse of one tonight. You see...I shall continue on, but you have precious minutes left."

"My few minutes will mean more to the world than your whole life ever will," she stepped down onto the bottom step, her wand still pointed.

"Do you think you can out duel me?"

She smiled again, a pretty smile. "I do not hold such deliusions. I am not prepared to admit defeat, however, just because you happened to come to call tonight."

He smiled back at her. He would have admired her courage, and he made a decision, one he knew she would not accept. "I do not see bravery like yours amongst my most devoted followers...join me, I can give you a scope for your abilities, give you wealth you have never dreamed of, put your bravery to good use, join me instead, and I will spare your life."

She laughed out loud. She hadn't expected that, and she laughed when she heard the words come out of her mouth. "I don't think I could do justice to your cause. I'm pretty against everything you stand for, as you might have noticed. I've put my bravery to good use, I don't wish to waste my life."

His eyes glittered and he raised his wand. "Very well. Any last words, and pleas to spare your life?"

She appeared thoughful for a second before she stepped down onto the landing. "I hope you rot in hell."

"ADVADA KEDAVRA!"

Her body hit the floor, but he did not pause to watch it land. He only stopped to shoot his mark into the sky, a warning to all her comrads of what was waiting for them next. If he had paused to look back, he would have seen her land gracefully on the floor, almost as if death himself was catching her gently into his arms. Her face was still lit with her smile that reached up to her eyes that seemed to suggest that, though he may have killed her, she still had won...