The wizard knew it was his final hour. No time-turner could change that.
Death Eaters were better than the people after him. A dutiful life for the good of Wizarding kind he had lived, and it was destined to end like so many others. At the hands of a kind so putrid their standards were lower than the Dark Lord himself.
He looked down peacefully at the item placed before him on his desktop of his comfortable study.
The shining chain.
He could hear the iron footsteps.
The two golden rings.
His door burst in with a loud crash.
The hourglass pendant.
The last thing he ever saw was the wand raised at his eye level.
"Avarda Kedavra!"
