A/N: Thanks again to the wonderful 89JadedPictures for all of her help with this series! One of my absolute favorite stories, Le Don, was written by her. You should go check it out. You should also go read my new story, Cultural Exchange.

Hermione didn't bother to feign surprise at the choice to make a card for him. After all, Herpo the Foul received one, and that evil cunt not only created the first Basilisk, but also invented Horcruxes. Babayaga, a hag known for eating children for breakfast, was featured on a card too.

Neville stared at the picture of the snake-like man, feeling pride for his part in the loathsome bastard's destruction.

Minerva recalled the abject horror she felt at not being able to protect so many children from the monster depicted on the card.

Donaghan looked at Voldemort's picture with a shudder and thought that maybe the body hair evident in his own photo wasn't so bad after all.

Ron couldn't help the image that popped into his head of Hagrid carrying Harry's dead body to the castle as Voldemort glowed with triumph, and he felt a shadow of the same despair which had consumed him in that moment.

Kingsley remembered the steady thumps of a thestral's wings as Hermione clung tight to him, the fear evident in her heart pounding against his back, as Voldemort flew directly at them only to turn away at the last moment as he realized she wasn't the real Harry.

Draco swore that never again would a Malfoy find themselves so powerless while looking for power in the wrong place, while he simultaneously contemplated how to go about explaining this to his son.

Ginny wondered who was really in charge of the Chocolate Frog manufacturing company, and were they out of their bloody minds for putting fucking You-Know-Who on a trading card?

Viktor let out a string of curse words in Bulgarian upon seeing the card. Luckily, it occurred while he stood in the Ugandan Ministry for Magic and no one knew what he said, although the anger evident in his tone and body language was enough to frighten a few passers-by.

Narcissa flashed back to the two years this abomination called himself her "houseguest" and all of the horrors she had been made to witness, and often partake in.

Harry looked at Tom Riddle's Chocolate Frog trading card and felt nothing but ambivalence.