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Tom stood and placed the hairs into the potion provided for him and turned to face Severus. "Severus you have been a good and faithful servant, and for that I thank you. By the by if this doesn't work I'll fucking kill you. Now how long will this batch last me?" he asked dead serious as Severus looked weary gulping in fear.

"It will last you one and a half hours my Lord. If you require more in the future I will be able to give you some but it will take me at least a month to make. This was all I had on me now" he said as Voldemort waved him away and drank the potion at the exact same time his last horcrux had been destroyed and fell forward as Draco Malfoy. It had thankfully happened at the same time so he'd assumed it was a side affect of using this potion not anything meaning he was now mortal again. Had he realised this he wouldn't have bothered going out today but he did anyhow. He got up again no longer accustomed to being so small in height. He could not have predicted how being Draco Malfoy would have affected him though. He aparated to Diagon Alley and began walking around as people eyed him weirdly and others in abject horror. What was wrong with being Draco Malfoy? Why were they all so terrified? Was he really that awful? The potion had only partly worked unfortunately for him. He was Draco Malfoy and even looked like Draco Malfoy but he still had red slits for eyes not that he had seen it in the mirror though. Snape had seen it but had chosen to say nothing to him and let him go on ahead anyway. He had not wished to be killed for his insolence in speaking when he had not been spoken to and so remained silent. It had freaked him out a lot though seeing his beloved godson looking like that even if it wasn't really Draco. It was still enough to make him vomit when he got back to his personal quarters.

Tom entered the newest looking shop which happened to be Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. He had intended to kill the owners of this store before destroying it to show that nothing new could be built here unless he said so. He was hoping to assert his dominance in this way as Draco Malfoy. The rest of the population would come to heal eventually. They saw him enter and reacted quickly upon seeing his red eyes. They had seen in their third year at one point when Professor Quirrel was being possessed and not thinking he could be seen that his eyes were indeed very red for a short time and he was not stuttering one bit. They were terrified then but chose not to tell anyone because they figured he might be sick and left it at that for a while anyway. However when they could no longer cope they looked up red eyes in the library and practically shat themselves when they had discovered that the only person alive asides from a vampire to have blood red eyes was Voldemort. There had been but one reference to it stating that this was how many had recognised him at all. Vampires couldn't go out in the sunlight so it was definitely not a vampire. Why he'd chosen to look like Draco Malfoy however was an anomaly. He had probably stolen his hairs or more then likely had one of his minions do that for him. Draco was student and a pureblood at that so there was no way he'd casually come to Diagon Alley like this. Draco was a lot of things but a stupid death eater they just knew he could never be. He was too terrified for any of that lark. It often showed when Crabbe and Goyle were not there to back him up.

In this moment they saw those same red eyes both thinking Voldemort had gone mad trying to look like Draco Malfoy. They had heard of how their name sakes Fabian and Gideon had died bravely taking all ten death eaters they'd faced with them. They had actually perished from a combination of magical exhaustion and Voldemort appearing there at the last minute and killing them mercilessly. They knew in that moment dead scared as they were that they had to try to take him out. They were stone cold with terror almost pissing their pants but about just didn't. They backed slowly towards their stand of instant Peruvian darkness powder taking as much as they could in their hands. They let it off shocking him truly as he hadn't see it coming and cast various slicing charms in his general direction. They had used so much of the powder however that it had clouded the whole alleyway in darkness for a while as everyone around them began to scream in terror not knowing who was causing the darkness and why?

Holding hands in a sign of unity they screamed out FOR FABIAN AND GIDEON and fired off every slicing charm they knew at that moment as they could think of nothing else in their terror. "You should have known better then to come here you Malfoy scumbag!" they both shouted as he was genuinely shocked despite being able to see nothing suddenly. What the hell had happened? The whole alley was black and he hadn't done it. Had these weird people done it and if so why? Who even were they? He hadn't realised Draco was this hated by people. He would have to deal with Draco later on. It was this momentary shock which had actually been his downfall. You see the Prophecy had been accurate enough but it didn't take into account what would happen once all of his horcruxes were gone. Then you see well anyone could kill him and it didn't need to be Harry at all. Dumbledore had merely thought it meant that but he had interoperated it wrongly as would have many others in his position.

A spell caught him in the jugular somehow from somewhere inside that shop as he stumbled around trying to get his bearings and not even noticing he was even bleeding. He was just so confused about all that was happening all around him. He waved his hands wandlessly activating the magical explosives he'd placed around the place before stumbling quite obviously into a now also blacked out building he could not identify. As he bled from his jugular and he tried to get away he found that he had actually fallen inside the doors of the Daily Prophet where he promptly bled to death on the desk of the now screaming Rita Skeeter who had seen him transform back into Voldemort. Fudge was called into the Daily Prophet headquarters at once and arrived with the head of the DMLE and Dolores Umbridge who looked horrified at seeing Voldemort dead but not for the reason everyone was thinking.

All over Britain that day the remaining hundreds of death eaters everywhere fell to floor dead as their life essence was sucked out of their dark marks. Everyone was horrified as Dolores herself fell to the floor dead in a few moments all this black gunk coming from her left forearm. She had been a death eater and no one had known it. When the black vapours had cleared away and it became apparent who had done it he watched as the now horrified Weasley twins soiled their pants in fear. They saw him die and wet their pants in fright before promptly fainting. They had still been casting slicing charms in his direction once the black vapours had cleared away due to extreme adrenaline running in their veins at this time and promptly fainted upon realising what they had done. They had suffered extreme magical core depletions in their contant spell casting and were now in a magical coma because of it.

Severus had been smart enough to sever his own arm and had just arrived in the hospital wing where he promptly passed out and Madam Pomfrey swore loudly. What was it with everyone coming to her with life threatening injuries these past few days? It was ridiculous. Draco's jacket he was wearing instantly caught fire and she removed it quickly in shock as the whole jacket seemed to die or something this black gunk wailing out from it purely evil looking. His jacket was gone for good but then again he could always buy another one.

Photos were taken and spread all over Diagon Alley that Voldemort was now dead however he'd left much ruin in his wake and a lot of people would take many months and even years to recover all they'd lost. Various magical explosives attached to different parts of Diagon and Knockturn Alley had gone off sending the place into uproar as many businesses and people were killed. It was essentially a blood bath. He was gone for good now but three hundred different people had died that day and the Wizarding world as a whole almost stood still as this happened. No more memos zoomed through the ministry anymore. Nothing seemed as important as this. It was without a doubt the largest amount of people to ever die in one go in the history of Magical Britain.

He had gone out with flair and taken the most people ever to die in one go with him. Not only that but a pair of Weasley twins had single-handedly been the ones to do him in. When someone is as cock sure of themselves as Voldemort they want everyone to know what they look like and so they knew it was him for sure. So cock sure of himself was he that he never figured he could be killed by none other then a slicing charm to the throat. He had been so intent on killing the invisible bastards after him that he'd not even noticed he was bleeding to death slowly. They would be awarded Order or Merlin's first class for sure for their utmost bravery as soon as they had woken up again that is. They were the true Gryffindor kings of their era. What a success.