I'm back! Sorry for not updating Daisy for so long. I know more or less what to write about, but I just can't get myself to write it. I still want to finish it, though. And here's something I think you all wanted to see: Voldy meets Death.

II(:

PS. In case there's something you don't understand: this is my rather strange vision of the future. Neville meets Voldy before the Final Battle, they fight, he is injured and… marked in some way, which means the prophecy might have meant him. But nobody thinks of it like that. Until Harry dies and…

Voldemort (and Harry, but it's Voldie's POV)

The fighting stopped. Wizards from the Dark and Light side alike were staring in shock at a dead body on the ground in front of him. It seemed that the Final Battle was over, and the so-called good guys were not going to have their happy ending after all. Harry Potter, the Chosen One, saviour of the wizarding world, etc. was lying on the ground at Lord Voldemort's feet. Dead. Voldemort laughed. He had finally managed to get rid of the Golden Boy. He was invincible! Nobody could stop him now!

But suddenly a round-faced boy he recognized as the Longbottom kid started running towards him. Some other kid said something to him, apparently trying to stop him, but it did not work. With a cry of 'SCREW THE PROPHECY!' Longbottom jumped over Potter's body and attacked. Voldemort wondered if the foolish boy hadn't had enough after their last meeting. He had been badly injured after all… The Dark wizard was too shocked to move when a flash of green light appeared from the boy's wand. Voldemort fell to the ground.

TOM RIDDLE? said a voice behind him when he got up.

'No!' he screamed 'I am Lord Voldemort! Don't call me that filthy Muggle name!'

'Calm down, will you?' another voice told him 'It's all over anyway.'

And Voldemort was shocked to see Potter standing in front of him and looking rather amused.

'Over? What do you mean?' the Dark Lord asked 'And what are you doing here anyway? You are dead. I killed you!'

YOU DID, the stranger admitted, BUT…

'What the hell is going on here?' Voldemort demanded. Potter began to laugh a him.

'Isn't it obvious?' he said 'You're -'

'No!' Voldemort yelled 'I can't be dead! All my power… The Horcruxes…'

'What Horcruxes?' Potter asked grinning at him. Voldemort wished it was possible to kill a dead person again. Instead he looked down at himself. He realised that he was almost invisible, as his soul was in fact only a small part of a soul.

'Nooooo!' he screamed.

By the time he was done screaming Potter's soul was gone. (Probably saying hello to his parents at the gates of Heaven. Well, good for him. Lord Voldemort was not about to follow him, though.) He was left alone with the stranger holding a scythe. There were, of course, other wizards around. Quite a lot of them in fact, but hardly anyone seemed to notice them. An hourglass appeared in the Grim Reaper's bony hand. It was quite big, but not big enough in Voldemort's opinion.

COME ON. IT IS TIME, Death said.

'Time for what? I'm not going anywhere!'

I AM AFRAID YOU CANNOT STAY HERE.

'Why the hell not?'

JUST LOOK AT YOURSELF. WERE YOU PLANNING TO BECOME A GHOST WITH A SOUL LIKE THAT?

And to Voldemort's horror, he was right. The Dark Lord's soul was maimed and diminished, hardly resambling a real ghost.

'But…' he stuttered 'But…'

He had been immortal for so many years. Now he was dead. There were so many things he had wanted to do and suddenly he had ran out of time.

IF YOU WERE TOO BUSY SEEKING IMMORTALITY TO LIVE YOUR LIFE, IT IS NOT MY PROBLEM.

The scythe cut the thin line of blue light and he began to fade. As six sevenths of him were already gone, it did not take long.