An evil laugh went down to the very core of the earth shacking the foundations. The blood ran cold through the veins. A face of pure evil loomed over his mangled victim, a mighty battle had been fought and the hero lay on the ground, not a breath escaped his lips. His world had known this battle was coming since the boys birth, but had anyone thought of what was to happen if he should loose. The world would suffer, their hero had fallen, the last hope lay broken on the floor. An evil he had faced alone would now take his wrath upon the world, his rain of terror would kill many.
Harry Potter the boy who lived...
Had fallen.