A very short piece I jotted down some time back but have not yet ahd the opertunity to work into any story. Just added it here in case any of you are looking for a simple way to dispose of old moldy Voldy.
Voldemort's demise.
In a secret room hidden under the dank basement of Malfoy manor, the being that called itself Voldemort opened the letter he had just received. He began to laugh like a maniac when he had finished reading. He was laughing so hard at how he had done the thing he had sworn he would never do fifty years before, he had believed that senile old fool Dumbledore, not only had he believed him he had just wasted the last sixteen years carrying out one failed plot after another trying to end a threat that did not exist.
As he laughed, coughed, wheezed and choked at his own stupidity, the pressure of the sudden laugh induced coughing fit caused a weak blood vessel in the centre of his brain to burst, and Voldemort collapsed into a heap on the floor and lay there in a vegetative state, his damaged brain locked inside his magically created body. A body that would give him what he had always wanted more than anything else. Had Tom Riddle been capable of thinking he would probably have been regretting being the secret keeper and he himself placing the fidelius charm he had placed on the secret room he was now trapped in, or the magic that would hold him locked inside the magically sustained body until the day there was no magic left in the world.
Next to his head lay the letter that had ended his reign of terror, it fluttered a little in the slight draught that blew in from the only air duct in the room.
'Dear Tommy boy, just thought I would let you know that old fool Dumbledore got it wrong once again. The prophecy you both placed so much value in was fulfilled the night you killed my parents, check it out I'll add a copy overleaf for you. Knowing that, I'm off for warmer clime's for a little peace and quiet, write me when you've got rid of that old fool. You never know I might come back and kick your arse again just for fun.
H. J. Potter'