Godric's Hollow. Halloween. A dark, cool night.

He glides—quiet and with purpose—down a narrow, leaf-strewn ally. He knows where the house is. Exactly where. Peter has told him. And, with the Fidelius Charm broken, he will be able to see it as well.

Ah, yes, there it is. There they are. They are so confident in their protection, in their friends, that they have not even bothered to close the curtains. Their mistake.

They are weak, he is strong. They have died and he will not.

The green sparks fly. He laughs. High, cold, and piercing.

Lord Voldemort laughs because he is superior and no one will ever be as powerful as he is.


A/N: Voldemort's head is not a very good place to be in for long. Though, I have to admit, I sort of did stay in it. I've got an extended chapter of this on my profile. It's entitled 'He Kills, He Laughs'. Go check it out if you'd like.