Voldemort:
Things were going great again for the Dark Lord of Britain and soon enough, the ruler of the whole world. He might have been discovered by the wider public after the Ministry of Magic debacle but before that he had a whole year without resistance to prepare himself.
His plans were coming to fruition and even though his followers seemed to get dumber and dumber ever year, he was winning. It was hard to find good help, but luckily Voldemort himself more than made up for all the imbeciles under his commant.
A little while ago his spy had told him that the Potter brat had gotten away from under Dumbledore's big nose and was now somewhere untraceable. It was uncanny how to boy was able to get away from him and apparently also from Dumbledore. Still, the boy would appear soon enough and then the brat would finally get what he deserved.
Pain, agony and finally death, you know, the usual.
Every year since the brat had gone to Hogwarts, Voldemort had tried to either kill the Merlin be damned boy or just tried to come back to a body of his own. Or both if he was honest, and Lord Voldemort was always honest. The brats first year had been the most humiliating. The Great Lord Voldemort, defeated again. This time by a 11 year old little boy who didn't even know what he was doing.
Lord Voldemort could have accepted, barely, that the boys parents defeated him on that Halloween night all those years ago. Clearly, young James had done something to safeguard his Heir. Lord Voldemort could accept that. It had been unfortunate that he had to kill James Potter and his Mudblood wife for opposing him. The husband had an old bloodline that would have been a boon to his forces and the mudblood, well the mudblood had been strong too for one of her dirty muggle blood.
She even gave birth to the one Prophesized to be his downfall. Now, he could have forgiven her for that since his loyal servant clearly had a soft spot for the mudblood but then she dared to refuse him. Him, Lord Voldemort. He couldn't allow that so he killed her just like he had her husband moments before. Pity.
Turning his wand on the brat would become his greatest mistake. A mistake he seemed intent to keep on making. It had been unfortunate to discover that the Stone was kept at Hogwarts under Dumbledore's guardianship, but it had seemed like Lady Fortuna was smiling down on him when he got in as a teacher and saw his Prophesized downfall being sorted into Gryffindor. Not to mention how easy it had been to get to the Stone. If only that Mirror hadn't been there. If only the boy hadn't been there.
But that idiot brat of a boy kept opposing him! Him, The Great Lord Voldemort. And even worse, Harry Potter succeeded in stopping him every Merlin damned time. How was that possible?!
Had his parents bathed him in Liquid Luck as a baby?
It was unfortunate that he was still unable to get to the boy now that Potter had left the great wards he had lived under. Not to mention that when he finally found the place, Potter's relatives had abandoned the house too. How sweet it would have been to trick Potter again with one of his loved ones. And this time he would actually have them in front of his wand. How he wished he could have Potter listen to their screams. Such a shame they were gone.
It would have been victory for his forces if Potter had died sooner rather than later at his hands. To not even mention the victory it would have been to Voldemort himself. Damn that Potter boy.
No matter. It was not like either of his foes could ever manage to kill him. The Great Lord Voldemort was immortal after all. He had gone further than everyone ever before him. Death had no hold on him and never would again. Still, it was hard work being a Dark Lord. He had to listen to his whiny little pests of his followers day in and day out. How could it be that most of his followers had the maturity of a eleven year old? Less even.
Spoiled little brats that they were, they couldn't even do what he told them too and capture the Potter brat. His pureblooded followers had clearly never worked a day in their pittible little lives. All the good ones, the loyal ones had either gone insane while in Azkaban or had been killed. Now all he was left with were dumb nitwits. Nagini had more maturity than his own followers.
Lucius Malfoy had been pouting for so long now that the look seemed to be stuck on his face. Abraxas Malfoy had been a true follower before his much lamented death. Nothing like his whiney little son or grandson. If only Narcissa had been chosen to be his marked follower all those years ago. She might be a woman but at least she had some brains and cunning in her head unlike her husband.
But no, Voldemort had chosen Bellatrix out of the Black sisters. She had been a brilliant dueller back then and she had a knack for Dark Magic that her sister lacked. But that was all gone now. Now Bellatrix was a shadow of herself together with her husband and brother-in-law. All what was left of his once most promising follower was a cackeling mad woman.
Such a waste.
Still, even a cackeling madwoman had her uses. People still feared her. Now more then ever with her obvious madness but she was getting more difficult to control. Bellatrix was getting too obsessed with her Lord and it was getting troublesome. As if he, Lord Voldemort would ever allow himself to involve himself with one of his servants.
He missed Severus. He might not trust the dubble spy but at least the dour man knew how to behave himself with some grace.
If only he could kill them all. Or maybe just a few. It's nothing like anyone would miss them. Much. Nagini would love some more meals every now and then. Thought even she was complaining that eating his followers gave her ingestive problems. Perhaps it would be a better idea to stop these meetings in his fathers old manor. After all, he didn't need their opinion. He, Lord Voldemort knew best anyway.
It was at that moment the he noticed that it was suspiciously silent in the meeting room of Riddle Manor. His always yapping Death Eaters had gone silent and he didn't even have to curse them for it.
He looked up from his thoughts and took his wand out from his sleeve. His Death Eaters, those of his inner circle that came today were dead. Who had dared to do this? Who had dared to come into his home and kill his loyal servants? He cast a revealing charm and was surprised that it only found three small signatures. Not a Wizard or another humanoid being. Not his Nagini either.
A horrible snake-like scream sounded and Voldemort knew. Nagini was dead. They dared to attack his familiar? His precious, his Horcrux. They would pay in pain and blood. He would make sure of it.
What kind of creature had dared come here? What creature would dare to attack him, The Great and Immortal Lord Voldemort? Not that he was worried of any harm being done to him. He was the best. The most powerful and most of all, Lord Voldemort was immortal. No lowly creature would even be able to touch him.
However he never got the chance to even get a spell out to bring the so called pain and death. From one moment to the next he was suddenly on the ground suffocating in his own blood. This had something to do with Potter, he could feel it. Damn that brat!
As he faded away he could hear a deep growly voice chanting, "I, Bob, declare our Vow completed. May our Lord Hadrian Potter-Black be satisfied of our work. May our King Ragnok be proud of our work. So it has been done, so mote it be!"
…Bob?