GAME OVER
Well, that should be the last one. Or the one before that. Or before that or. O.K, you've got the point (are you sure? Because we don't mind continuing. Well, we won't. . .) Oh, yeah, thanks for everybody for reviewing us! You gave us a lot of encouragement for continuing our story! So . . . thanks again.
Previously:
TIB: you didn't expect a lot of things. Including this.
Holds her wand and says AVADA KADABRA
Voldi starts breathing heavily and looks very pale. He tries to get up but he's too weak and falls back to the floor. Then, he closes his eyes.
Lights and reality mixed up together in his mind, but he knew he couldn't give up. He had to tell her the truth. Even if it will kill him. He tried hard, and succeeded to open his eyes again. Then, with a whisper that was hardly heard he asked: Why?
TIB: As you once said, Voldemort, nothing personal. I just swore to kill you.
Voldi: (snoring) Swore? As you swore you will be loyal to me? Touchy, TIB, but not enough. I may die soon, but my servants, the ones who were TRULY loyal to me, will kill you. You see why killing is such a noble thing?
TIB: Can't you just die quickly like other people?
Voldi: No. I'm nothing like other people, even in my death.
TIB: Ohh, right. . . the mighty voldemort. How could I ever forget? Well, unfortunately for you, even mighty people have to die. Goodbye Voldemort (preparing to her last strike)
Voldi: Oh, let me guess. Hiring you to kill your father wasn't such a good idea after all.
TIB: You knew???????
Voldi: As you said, I'm the mighty Voldemort, I know all, sense all. Being me has a lot of advantages.
TIB: So you just played with me all along, right? I was just another game in your whacko plan.
Voldi: (coughing, trying not to look like he's hurt seriously) Pretty much, yes.
TIB: Well, there's an end to every game. Game Over, Voldemort. Sleep well. and dream about your mouse.
Voldi: My mouse? I never dream about him. There are a lot of people I dream about, but be sure that He isn't one of them.
TIB: Please, don't tell me, you're dreaming about me and this is a pathetic act in order to not let me kill you in a clear conscience. It won't work.
Voldi: (blushing) How you can be so sure?
TIB: That you're not dreaming about me? Simple, because then it'll mean that you love me. wait, you..
Voldi: Love you?
TIB: (Skeptically) Then why you didn't tell me if that was the situation?
Voldi: Oh, yeah, this is definitely a thing that you can put inside a normal conversation: TIB, why you didn't kill Dumbeldore? Oh, yeah, I love you. And anyway, I know that you're not interested in me, so let's just forget from the whole thing and you will continue to kill me or something.
TIB: Congratulations! You have found something you're not right at. I do love you.
Voldi tries to say something, but he's wounded and lost too much blood. He faints.
When his sight became clearer, he felt warm and fuzzy. He saw Ivy beside him, nursing him to get better. When he felt better, they didn't have to say anything, they just wrap themselves up and did things that only they will know . . . and Wormtail. They had nothing left to say, except for..
Ivy: Tom, how long do you know? About my father and me?
Tom (Or voldemort, the same thing, so we'll put once this and another time the other name.. Deal?) : Don't forget I loved you for a long time and I just couldn't accept the fact that you are a mudblood. The day I came to the Potters' I meant to kill only James for betraying me and pretending he was at my side. Your mother and brother were supposed to stay alive. But Lily couldn't leave the things as they were. And she knew I loved you back then. She told me. Outraged, I killed her. I couldn't face it that you are the daughter of Dumbledore. But you are. And that makes no difference now. I love you.
TIB: I love you too.
They kiss
TIB: I know that you told me that my heritage doesn't matter. But it does to me. I wanted you to know about him so you will be able to understand why it so important for me. I want to be released from my father and join you, so we will be together forever, at the dark side.
THE END!!!!
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So this was the end! Wait, if you want we can add even the description if the ceremony in which TIB joins the dark side! This should be fun. . .
Well, that should be the last one. Or the one before that. Or before that or. O.K, you've got the point (are you sure? Because we don't mind continuing. Well, we won't. . .) Oh, yeah, thanks for everybody for reviewing us! You gave us a lot of encouragement for continuing our story! So . . . thanks again.
Previously:
TIB: you didn't expect a lot of things. Including this.
Holds her wand and says AVADA KADABRA
Voldi starts breathing heavily and looks very pale. He tries to get up but he's too weak and falls back to the floor. Then, he closes his eyes.
Lights and reality mixed up together in his mind, but he knew he couldn't give up. He had to tell her the truth. Even if it will kill him. He tried hard, and succeeded to open his eyes again. Then, with a whisper that was hardly heard he asked: Why?
TIB: As you once said, Voldemort, nothing personal. I just swore to kill you.
Voldi: (snoring) Swore? As you swore you will be loyal to me? Touchy, TIB, but not enough. I may die soon, but my servants, the ones who were TRULY loyal to me, will kill you. You see why killing is such a noble thing?
TIB: Can't you just die quickly like other people?
Voldi: No. I'm nothing like other people, even in my death.
TIB: Ohh, right. . . the mighty voldemort. How could I ever forget? Well, unfortunately for you, even mighty people have to die. Goodbye Voldemort (preparing to her last strike)
Voldi: Oh, let me guess. Hiring you to kill your father wasn't such a good idea after all.
TIB: You knew???????
Voldi: As you said, I'm the mighty Voldemort, I know all, sense all. Being me has a lot of advantages.
TIB: So you just played with me all along, right? I was just another game in your whacko plan.
Voldi: (coughing, trying not to look like he's hurt seriously) Pretty much, yes.
TIB: Well, there's an end to every game. Game Over, Voldemort. Sleep well. and dream about your mouse.
Voldi: My mouse? I never dream about him. There are a lot of people I dream about, but be sure that He isn't one of them.
TIB: Please, don't tell me, you're dreaming about me and this is a pathetic act in order to not let me kill you in a clear conscience. It won't work.
Voldi: (blushing) How you can be so sure?
TIB: That you're not dreaming about me? Simple, because then it'll mean that you love me. wait, you..
Voldi: Love you?
TIB: (Skeptically) Then why you didn't tell me if that was the situation?
Voldi: Oh, yeah, this is definitely a thing that you can put inside a normal conversation: TIB, why you didn't kill Dumbeldore? Oh, yeah, I love you. And anyway, I know that you're not interested in me, so let's just forget from the whole thing and you will continue to kill me or something.
TIB: Congratulations! You have found something you're not right at. I do love you.
Voldi tries to say something, but he's wounded and lost too much blood. He faints.
When his sight became clearer, he felt warm and fuzzy. He saw Ivy beside him, nursing him to get better. When he felt better, they didn't have to say anything, they just wrap themselves up and did things that only they will know . . . and Wormtail. They had nothing left to say, except for..
Ivy: Tom, how long do you know? About my father and me?
Tom (Or voldemort, the same thing, so we'll put once this and another time the other name.. Deal?) : Don't forget I loved you for a long time and I just couldn't accept the fact that you are a mudblood. The day I came to the Potters' I meant to kill only James for betraying me and pretending he was at my side. Your mother and brother were supposed to stay alive. But Lily couldn't leave the things as they were. And she knew I loved you back then. She told me. Outraged, I killed her. I couldn't face it that you are the daughter of Dumbledore. But you are. And that makes no difference now. I love you.
TIB: I love you too.
They kiss
TIB: I know that you told me that my heritage doesn't matter. But it does to me. I wanted you to know about him so you will be able to understand why it so important for me. I want to be released from my father and join you, so we will be together forever, at the dark side.
THE END!!!!
-------------===--\/--===----------------
So this was the end! Wait, if you want we can add even the description if the ceremony in which TIB joins the dark side! This should be fun. . .