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La Mort de Voldemort
The last thing I remember, he was coming at me, wand drawn, an expression of cold fury on his pale face. I smile and close my eyes, prepared for the inevitable. And now here I stand, music all around me, surrounding me, caressing me, enveloping me in its warm melodies. I relax into its embrace, and at once, I see all.
My parents are coming for me, arms open, smiles warm and welcoming; the parents I never knew. I reach for them, and all at once, I am a child again, black hair falling into my brown eyes, their warm, real arms wrapping around me.
"Mother," I whisper, "could you forgive me?"
She smiles, mousy brown hair shining in the soft sunlight. Could you call it sunlight, I wonder, when there was no sun to be seen? "Oh, my son," she replies softly, "how could I forgive you?"
She lets me go and I fall, growing older as the golden light fades away, until finally I fall back into my body. It's as though the world has been slowed down; the green light comes for me agonizingly slowly. It's too late, I know, to offer a prayer for salvation. And so here I stand, waiting for my damnation. I smile wryly, with what's left of my face. I am, after all, Lord Voldemort. And as the green light enfolds me, I'm released upon my own flight on the wings of death.
Je suis le vol de la mort, avant tout.
