"Potter is dead" said Voldemort said coldly to his few remaining Death Eaters, looking at them in disgust. "But why is that an amateur wizard, out of Hogwarts only out for a few years, was able to kill so many of us?" he sneered at them.
"My…my lord," one of them stammered in a tremulous voice, "we tried but…but he was too good … we couldn't touch him my… ARRRGH!" he screamed as Voldemort nailed him with the cruciatus curse.
"SILENCE YOU PATHETIC WRETCH!" Voldemort roared at the crony, who was cringing in pain. "You all have failed me," he said with sinister smile, "now all of you will be punished."
Draco Malfoy was in very good mood as walked towards the Burrow. He was creating pleasant images of what he was going to do the remaining Weaslys, as the twins had been killed early on, along with Bill. "My father's death will be avenged Potter," he said to himself "since I couldn't kill you myself, I'll have to settle for your loved ones."
Hermoine and Ron, after Ron had calmed down a bit, had apparated to number 12 Grimmald Place. Once inside Ron asked wearily, "what did you and Harry do?"
"Well, we sort of created a horcrux incase Voldemort or someone else went to kill him and succeeded," said Hermoine sheepishly.
"What? How?" Ron stuttered, "you did what?"
"We created a horcrux" said hermoine.
" When did you guys make this horcrux" asked Ron.
"A little bit after he killed most of the death eaters" said Hermoine.
"So what do we do know" asked Ron.