41. Anything Goes
Bree was going to die. There was absolute nothing she could do to make her situation better. Of course she couldn't make it worse either… hmm…
"Hey snakeface!" she shouted. Snakeface blinked and turned to look at her. Hadn't she been unconscious a few moments ago?
"You dare to address my Lord in such a manner?" Bellatrix snarled.
"Well I don't see any other horrific affronts to God around here. Do you?" Bree replied, grinning. "Seriously, I'm dying to know why the nose-less look appealed to you. Were you on drugs, or just drunk?"
"Perhaps the rituals I performed to ensure my immortality did alter my appearance but beauty is nothing compared to power and eternal life!" Voldemort exclaimed.
"You think what you have is immortality?" Bree asked. "Oh that's rich!" she laughed.
"I know a guy who is immortal… he's not too thrilled about it. Immortally sucks. You die and die again. You watched everything and everyone around you age and turn to dust. Everything changes, nothing stays the same, and then what happens when you outlive the planet… You really didn't think this through did you? If you had you would have realized what would happen if you truly obtained immortality. You end up alone, and what's the point of being the most powerful person on the planet if you can't gloat!" She started laughing even harder.
"No one laughs at" A shot rang out. Voldemort slumped over, dead. Bree smirked. Dumbledore had been right about one thing, Harry had defeated Voldemort, but the "power the dark lord knows not" hadn't been love. It had been bullets.