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The red-haired woman crumpled at the feet of the Dark Lord as the life left her body. At last, he could get down to what he had really come here for.
As he turned his wand on the child, he vaguely wondered what Snape would say when he discovered that the Dark Lord had had to kill the woman he so desired, but he would deal with that later. Right now he had more important things to do.
The child looked at the body of his dead mother, then back up at the Dark Lord curiously. It amazed the Dark Lord that he hadn't cried yet, but the quieter he could make it, the better. This child had been predicted to be the only possible threat to him to ever emerge, and he knew that the boy must be destroyed, for, as Snape had told him, Sibyll Trelawney had said that "Neither can live while the other survives".
And now, he thought, to business. He pointed the wand directly at the boy's forehead, and only then did he begin to cry.
the Dark Lord whispered the curse, and as always, the blast of green light left his wand. It touched the boy's head, and he screamed in pain...
But why wasn't he dead?
Suddenly, the green light expanded and enveloped him, and he was filled with mortal agony such as he had never felt before. He felt it as his shattered soul left his body, and as it did, the house was torn apart with the force of the rebounding curse.
In his pathetic spirit-like form, he sped away from the little town as fast as he could, as from the sky above the ruined cottage, descended an enormous man on a flying motorcycle.