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Post by ANDREA on Jun 14, 2010 19:00:47 GMT -5
THERE WERE CRIES. THERE WERE SCREAMS. THERE WERE CHEERS AND APPLAUSE FOR THE FATEFUL TASK DONE BY THE HERO HARRY JAMES POTTER. LYING BEFORE HIM WAS THE PALE, OLD, AND GREY LORD VOLDEMORT WHO HAD FINALLY BEEN PUT TO HIS DEATH BED. HIS CHEST NO LONGER ROSE, AND HIS EYES ESCAPED THE VIEW OF THE WORLD. THE WAR WAS OVER AND THE DEATH EATERS WERE FINALLY DEFEATED. THE JOY WAS OVERWHELMING - THE FEAR WAS RELIEVED. THOSE WHO HAD BEEN WOUNDED OR KILLED DURING BATTLE WERE FOREVER NAMED HEROES. AS VOLDEMORT LAID THERE, HIS BODY LEFT TO ROT, THE CROWDS SLOWLY BEGAN TO DISPERSE INTO THE NIGHT.
A MASKED MAN IN A BLACK CLOAK ROSE FROM THE DARKNESS. HE SLOWLY APPROACHED THE LIMP BODY BEFORE REMOVING HIS MASK, REVEALING A HAIRY AND SMILING FENRIR GREYBACK. "MY LORD, YOU ARE A MASTER BEYOND EXPECTATIONS. LET US GO BACK TO YOUR HOUSE. WE MUST REMAIN HIDDEN." SUDDENLY, VOLDEMORT'S PIERCING YELLOW EYES APPEARED WITH A WICKED GRIN SPREAD ACROSS HIS GHOSTLY FACE. "YES, LET'S."
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