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Voldemort was entering the house. His high-pitched, cold laugh was echoing all over the place. He pointed his wand to Scrimgeour, who screamed like a
gril girl.
'Avada Ked...'
But he stopped at mid-word when he saw Scrimgeour's niece enter the room, her long blonde hair floating behind her. 'Is that an angel?' thought Voldemort. His microscopic heart was pounding in his chest as it never did before. He wished he could look into her pale, huge blue eyes for ever and ever...
A month after...
Voldemort wasn't too sure if the grave yard was a very romantic place, but he could not find any better. His cheeks were almost as red as his eyes when he found the courage to face the woman behind him. He kneeled on the ground and took her arm.
'Will you marry me?' said Voldemort.
She merely laughed.
'You?' she said. 'You're much too ugly for me. Besides, wild murderers are not exactly my genre.'
Voldemort's shoulders lowered of deception.
'I will be your most obediant servant!' said Voldemort.
'Leave me away', said the girl with disdain.
She left him without a single look and disappeared from view.
'LUNA!!!' bellowed Voldemort. 'I LOVE YOU!'
But it was too late. Luna was gone.
'Then, there's only one thing left for me to do...'
Next morning, we could read in the newspapers:
HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED'S DEAD BODY FOUND IN A RIVER
The Auror Headquarters Suspects a Suicide
(see details on page 3)
THE END
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