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Happiness
Voldemort sat in his chair laughing evilly. His one big problem was gone. The great Albus Dumbledore was finally dead. He knew that the smile on his face would make his Death Eaters think that he had gone soft but he did not care he could handle that later now was a time for celebrating.
He got up from his chair and poured himself a drink. Before he drank it he toasted himself and his great achieve meant. Now all he had to do was get rid of Potter and his problems would be over and with out Dumbledore to protect him Potter would be easy to get. He put his glass down on the table and walked over to the window. With Dumbledore gone the world would be his. The Ministry is to stupid to stop him, even with the new Minister. He laughed again as he thought of what Potter's face might have looked like when he saw Dumbledore's weak useless body. Maybe Severus saw he would have to ask him later. Voldemort left the room smiling as he went to have a meeting with his Death Eaters.