Death's Beginning:

Voldemort-

Voldemort stood over Harry Potter, pointing his wand at his head along with Ron Weasley. "You have done well, young Ronald. The title of Blood Traitor may be lifted from you yet." He hissed with satisfaction.

Ron nodded, bowed and then moved away from Harry Potter. "I have remembered where my allegiance is." He replied slyly, giving a quick glance to Harry as he did so.

The fat, hooded 'Death Eater' behind Voldemort stumbled and fell on its face. "Ow!" It cried as it pushed itself up onto its elbows.

"Please, muggle. This is a very far-fetched thing that I am doing; having muggle dressed in the robes of my disciples but that was just adding insult to injury." Voldemort complained, picking Dudley up by his armpits. "You just can't get the staff these days." He muttered whilst doing so.

"Hey, Voldemort, I just realised you have no nose!" Potter shouted as Voldemort helped dust off Dudley's cloak.

Voldemort hissed, he hated how cocky this boy could be. It would have made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, if he had any.

Dudley stared at his face. "You don't have a nose?" He asked in horror. "Well, how do you smell?"

Voldemort turned to the chubby muggle. "I don't know about me but I know that you smell terrible." He replied with almost a humorous lilt to his voice.

Ron snorted with malevolence.

Voldemort neared Harry, circling him like he was a lion and Harry was an antelope. His fingers nearly caressed Harry's head. His eyes were brimming with evil intentions. "You are powerless to me, Harry. I have even brought one of your family members along for the ride." He raised his hand and sent a wave over to Dudley, whose hood flew off in a vicious manner to reveal his chubby, frightened face underneath.

"Why do you have Dudley?" Harry gasped, clutching his scar with the pain that Voldemort's closeness caused him.

"Well, you see that is because, believe it or not Harry, this muggle and I actually have something in common." Voldemort chuckled.

"You're both idiots?" Harry questioned smugly through his gasps of pain.

Voldemort crouched closer to Harry so that he was breathing in his face. "No, Potter. We both hate you." He replied before cackling manically.

"Well, Lord V, sir. I don't actually, completely hate it. I just -"

"Silence muggle." Voldemort snarled, pointing his wand at Dudley before shouting: 'Avada Kedavra'.

The muggle's body was wrapped in green wires, spinning him through the air before he hit the ground with a loud bang.

Harry gasped, in both shock and pain this time. "Voldemort, how could you?" He cried.

"Easily," Voldemort said in a cocky manner, "I do not have a heart. I turned it into a Horcrux." He then cackled loud enough to make the night air ripple with evil.

"You'll never win, Voldemort." Harry hissed, fumbling around his jeans.

"Oh, no you don't!" Voldemort commanded, pointing his wand at Harry's head. "Now, Potter, do you want to die the same way your mother did, with some honour, or do you want to die like your muggle cousin, with very little dignity?" Voldemort licked his lips in anticipation of the answer that was going to come.

"No one is going to die here today, Thomas Marvolo Riddle." A wise voice called from somewhere in the foggy darkness. Albus Dumbledore walked through the grounds to stand less than ten inches away from Voldemort.

"I am afraid, Albus, that you are too late, someone has already died tonight." Voldemort pointed to the heaped body on the floor that used to be a living Dudley. "But, I guess he doesn't count. It was only a muggle."

"Muggle or no, Voldemort, no one should have died here tonight and I am going to make sure that no one else does." Albus pointed his wand at Voldemort.

"Oh, dear Albus, are you really going to make me choose between killing you and Harry? Goodness, I don't think I would be able to. I would so enjoy killing you both."

Ron stepped forward, stalking Harry with his wand outstretched. He hastily placed it close to his ear. "I think I know which one I would enjoy to kill, Voldemort. May I?" He asked, pushing his wand almost through Harry's eardrum.

Voldemort made a strange gagging noise. "Do you really? He is my nemesis, you know." He said in an almost innocent tone.

Albus attempted to calm Ron. "Ronald, I will not let you kill your best friend." He said, raising his hands in a calming manner.

"Shut up, Dumbledore." Ron shouted, throwing Petrificus Totalus at the elderly wizard.

Dumbledore fell to the ground, creating a dust cloud as he hit the dirty floor.

Whilst Ron was distracted with the immobilizing of Dumbledore, Voldemort attacked Harry with Sectumsempra.

Harry's body crumpled to the floor in a heap, blood oozing from his abdomen where large gashes had been placed.

Voldemort ran over to the slowly dying Harry. "Oh, thank you Severus for creating such a spell." He whispered, taking much delight in the painful demise of that boy. "The Boy Who Lived shall now DIE!" He cackled.

Ron stood over what remained of his friend as Harry bled out. "The famous Potter's legacy will not be completely." He laughed, his ginger hair shining in the moonlight.

"Young Weasley, you may just become the first ginger Death Eater." Voldemort cackled, placing his arm around the shoulders of Ron Weasley. He then waltzed over to where the motionless Dumbledore laid, his arms still bound to his body and in a rigid state.

Ron Weasley followed him. "I have no interest in him." He snarled, stopping in mid-walk and leaving Voldemort to continue closer the immobilized old man.

"Good," Voldemort chuckled, licking his lips. "That means all the more for me."

Ron just nodded, using a gesture that showed no emotion.

'Avada Kerdavra' Voldemort cried, watching Dumbledore fly through the air with a sickening grace. He ran over to the body and smiled in joy. "Oh, Albus, that will tech you for never loving me. What did matter if you were a professor and I only a student, it could have worked but it is your fault that you have driven me to this." He screamed, poking the dead flesh with his wand. "Now there are both dead!" He whispers with a dark malevolence which rippled through his body, along with his joy.

Ron made a noise of agreement under his breath; his arms folded as he watched the Dark Lord become overcome with glee.

"Now, it is time for The Death Eaters' Reign!" Voldemort shouted, pointing his wand to the sky and summoning the Dark Mark above the grounds of Hogwarts.

"Sorry about the really cheesy joke there, I felt that it had to be written. I do hope that you enjoyed this and please Review, and if you're going to flame, please have the guts to leave your/a NAME. And I do hope that this chapter made you happy Loony-1995. "