The Wand Waver

By MJM*Mudblood

(A/N : I do not own Harry Potter, any of it's names, places or themes. But one can dream.)

Seven

The hour must be late. Mad Eye slowly rubbed his non-magic eye and frowned. Voldemort was taking his time. That was strange. Unless there was time to take. Maybe it was a trap. Maybe he wasn't coming. He shook the thoughts out of his head. No. This was it. Game over. End of the Line.