Harry was tied to a stake with Ron and Hermione, slowly being lowered into a vat of boiling oil. Voldemort laughed with his Death Eaters working behind him.
"Finally, Mr. Potter, I have captured you, and nothing can save you!"
Hermione let out a high-pitched scream of horror that rang in Harry's ears. He had to think of something, if something didn't happen, the entire wizarding world would be overrun by the evil that was Lord Voldemort!
Voldemort smirked and sneered with that vile face of his, "I bet you want to know why I did this, don't you Harry?" Harry didn't really, but Voldemort continued anyways, "It started when I was a child, growing up in an orphanage I craved the attention I lacked. The other children were evil rats that tormented me and stole my things. That doesn't matter now; I had them turned into snake food. But anyways, then I was accepted into Hogwarts, and found my ultimate potential! I could use the magic in my blood and of Slytherin to rule the world! I plotted throughout school, pulling off minor crimes. A little rape here, a little chamber of secrets there, but none of it satisfied me. Finally I found my calling, DOMINATION! I worked and conned people to my side, steadily rising to power. By the time your foolish father was in school, my power had grown and I was a worthy adversary! That little prick Dumbledore thought he could defeat me, but I was the ultimate power! Countries were trembling at their knees at my power! And then you showed up, a filthy little brat. You know why I actually went after you, do you? It was because you were part of my ascension into power! And then your filthy mother defeated me, a filthy mudblood whore. It mattered little, just a bit of waiting. So now I finally have you here, and in my clutches! And after I kill you, I'LL DOMINATE THE WORLD! NOTHING CAN STOP ME!"
Suddenly Voldemort blinked and his hand went to his chest. Blood blossomed there like a delicate flower against his ghastly skin. His eyes opened wide in amazement. He fell to his knees, his last words before death took him being, "Crap..."
In the haze of the distraught Death Eaters, Narcissa Malfoy stood, holding the smoking gun in her hands. A small, amused, smirk played on her features.
Lucius went up to his wife, aghast, "Narcissa! How could you do that to our lord?!"
The delicate beauty lifted the gun to her lips and blew the smoke away, "Oh, I'm sorry darling, I couldn't resist. I'm a sucker for an ironic ending."
She motioned with her gun towards Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
The End.