Voldemort flew.
He was going to find Harry Potter once and for all.
He was going to kill him.
The Dark Lord sped towards England.
He revised his plan to kill The Boy Who Lived
He was going to use his Dark Mark to summon his Death Eaters.
They would circle the Potter brat.
Then he'd conjure a knife and drive it straight into the boy's chest.
He hated having to use muggle method, but he knew now magic wasn't the answer
He had enough experience anyway.
The Dark Lord neared England and began to feel excited.
This was it.*
He was *so* close.
He could feel it.
The Dark Lord hit the Eiffel Tower.
Every bone in his body broke.
His near-dead body fell.
It crashed into the ground under him.
The Dark Lord died.
A/N: Just a stupid idea I had. And yes, I know, it's not canonical because Horcruxes. It's fine. You can enjoy this anyway.