Chapter 4: Voldemort: Death
Time: Nearing the end of the Deathly Hallows
(sorry couldn't resist doing Moldywarts.
I was standing in a grave yard. This gave me no fear. I would never die. I have the Horcruxes. Even if somehow some of them are now gone.
The mist started to form shapes, sapes of people. The first one was Myrtle, the third year Muggle-born Ravenclaw, I killed during my sixth year with my Basilisk, her brown hair was in pigtails, her skin was pale, and her face was achne ridden.
"Why did you kill me Tom?" Mytrle asked.
Was she trying to guilt trip me? I am Lord Voldemort I feel no remorse. I was no longer Tom Marvolo Riddle.
"You should have died a long time ago Tom." Myrtle said.
The mist continued to shift, forming into the shapes of my Muggle father and his parents.
"I knew that girl was good for nothing. Giving you as a son. How many people have you murdered now? Like that little girl said, you should be dead." Tom Riddle Sr. said.
"I don't care what you have to say to me." I said.
Then came Hepzibah Smith the woman I killed for the cup of Hufflepuff and Sytherian's locket.
"Oh my, my, my, you are going to be in trouble." Hepzibah said.
Then came that Hufflepuff boy, Cedric Diggeroy, that I had Wormtail kill before he reserected me.
"Harry will defeat you." Cedric said.
"No one can kill me." I said.
"If any one can do it my son can." James Potter said appearng out of the mist, Lily next to him.
"You know, we are not to happy with you trying to kill our son and not having the decentcy to stay dead." Lily said.
Many more people appeared, aurors I killed, the Muggle children from the Muggle orphange I stayed at, Quirinius Quirrel, every person I killed, or I gave orders to kill. They surrounded me, all saying the same thing, that I should have died a long time ago. I was starting to get nervous, there were so many people here.
"Part." said a voice I didn't recognize.
The goust obeyed the voice, they parted revealing a tall, figured in a black cloak. He carried a reapers scythe.
"Who are you?" I asked, outraged.
"I am Death. And your time has long since come." Death said.
"You dare speak to me that way. I am Lord Voldemort! I can not die." I said.
"No, Tom Riddle, you are mistaken. Your time is approching, and there is nothing you can do to stop it." Death said. "Someone is here to help me."
Out of the shadows came Harry Potter. He did not look scared like all the other times, he looked determined.
"Death is right Tom, everyone here is right, you should've died a long time ago." Harry said.
"Harry can and will kill you Tom." Death said.
"And I will do it, you've caused the early appearance of Death of too many people in my life." Harry said.
"I am not to happy with you, using Horcruxes, but young Harry Potter here, has helped me, he has destoyed most of your Horcruxes, very few remain." Death said.
"If we are talking about escaping you, Harry has done it plenty of times." I argured.
"You should've died that night at Godric's Hollow, Harry is not destined to die for some time." Death said.
"You can't do this." I said.
"On the contrary, I am Death I control death. Tom Marvolo Riddle, your time has come." Death said. He turned to Harry, "Will you help me boy"
"Gladly." Harry said. He raised his wand, Death raised his scyth, right before the blow fell I woke up.
I woke with a start. I had not had nightmares since I was a child in the orphanage. Back than, the lady who ran it would try to comfort me, now I had no one to give me the comfort. Wait, I don't want comfort, needing comfort means I am weak, and I am anything but weak.
What I need is Harry Potter dead, he is the only one who can stop me, and he shall not succeed, I will kill Harry Potter.
