Narcissa gasped. "Callie?" she said, in a whisper.
Voldemort was speechless. "She…she gave her life…she saved me…" He stared at Callie's crumpled body on the floor.
Narcissa wept, her wand falling out of her hand. "Callie!" she moaned, louder, but Voldemort didn't even acknowledge her. His head rose, and for the first time since he was a boy, orphaned, friendless and alone, he started crying.
He dropped his hand, and glided over to where Callie had put the very last Horcrux, Nagini. He picked it up, and with one single squeeze, strangled her.
At this, Narcissa snapped out of her remorse, looking, terrified, at her master. "W-what are you doing…?" she asked, suspicious, all previous anger subsiding, replaced by sheer terror.
But he ignored her. He was staring at Callie's body, tears streaming faster and faster. He had lost his beloved wife - the last part of his soulwas left in his heart,but this had just broken into pieces.
He spoke to his wife. "I'm coming Callie. Tom's coming." He pointed his wand to his chest and whispered. "Avada Kedavra."
He had finally learnt to love.
The End.
Short, I know, but necessary. I was thinking about writing either a prequel or a sequel... anyone interested or shall I not bother? The moral of this story is GO CALLIDORA! Ralph Fiennes forever, enjoy the next film, peace out. xxxx