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Song lyrics are from "Everybody's Fool" written and perfomed by Evanescense.

Perfect by nature, Icons of self indulgence…

They entered the circle, preparing for the final battle. Lord Voldemort had promised them the end was today. Tonight, they would finish the battle begun over 20 years before…finish it entirely. The Ministry would crumble, the Muggles and Mudbloods would be eradicated, and the world would tremble at the name of Voldemort and bow down at the sheer power of the pureblooded Wizarding race.

For years they have been growing in number and power. Tonight they would reveal everything. Potter and his followers would be destroyed totally. Betrayed by one of his closest followers.

A murmur rippled through the circle as Lord Voldemort walked through the crowd of cloaked, masked Death Eaters. A step behind him, dressed in black, her long red hair flowing like the death goddess was his consort…Potter's closest and most loyal follower. And bringer of his destruction…

Look, here she comes now, bow down and stare in wonder…

She walked through the fray of masked figures, looking like Hecate herself, feeling the power rushing through the fold.

She loved this. The power, the respect. She had men scraping at their knees in front of her, catering to her every whim. Hell, she had Lucius fucking Malfoy bowing before her. All because she was Voldemort's consort. Because she had to power of life and death over everything and everyone. One word and any one of them would willingly take their life for her. Or another's.

And that was how she wanted it.

And that's exactly how Harry preferred it. He told her to get into the inner fold, find out everything she could about the Death Eaters and Voldemort, report back to them.
And that's what she did. Seducing Voldemort by using Tom, sliding slowly into the group, standing at the forefront of the ritual torturing and murder of Muggle born, participating in it herself, all the while laughing at their cries and reveling in the aftermath. Things she had to do of her own free will; without a potion to help, or a spell to cope with the after effects.

Things that would make most normal people run screaming in terror. Or crumble into insanity.

But she had a job to do…

And she was a damn great actress.

Without the mask, where will you hide…

He stood back, watching his red haired goddess interact with his followers. Her head thrown back in elation, her arms opened wide. She turned to face him, throwing herself down at his feet, his Death Eaters following her.

"We serve only you, my Lord." She said, her voice echoing across the crowd. "Lead us to victory in the final battle."

Holding out a hand, he helped her to her feet, watching in amazement as her face broke out in a malicious smile. It was times like these when he could believe that she had given herself over to him totally. But he knew that was not true. He knew she was betraying him. But what he didn't know was how. How she stood by, laughing, while she watched the torture and murder of Muggle born. How she touched his face without revulsion, how she came to his chambers each night without screaming in terror.

His Death Eaters were insistent on her loyalty. She had won them over completely. They would follow her to the ends of the Earth if she asked. Or kill if she wished them too.

Turning his attention to the crowd of followers, not letting go of her hand, he spoke.
"Tonight, the final battle begins! Tonight, the race of pure bloods will rise up and eviscerate the disbelievers, the Muggle lovers, the mudbloods. Tonight, Potter and his followers will be defeated!"

Beside him, his goddess, smiled winningly, as if she believed every word he spoke and was willing to follow out every order he gave. "Tonight, we will…"

The sounds of explosions shattered the silence, scattering debris and bodies all over. The crowd before them was a mass of confusion.

Eyes narrowing, Voldemort turned, pulling his betrayer along with him. She followed willingly, picking up her robes to hurry after him. "My Lord? What is it? What is happening?" she asked.

He strode along the hallways, pulling her along with him. Coming to the end of a hall, he stopped, turning to her, his eyes flashing in fury.

"You know exactly who it is, my sweet Delilah. I do not know how you accomplished it, but Potter and his followers are here."

Never was and never will be, you don't know how you betrayed me…

The innocent facade was wiped away quickly as a sneer appeared on her face. "Yes." She hissed. "Harry and his troops are here. Here to destroy you and your tyranny!"

He stepped back, unused to this type of response from the smaller girl. His eyes grew hard. Stepping towards her again, he grabbed her arm, glaring at her. "I do not know how you did it, the rituals, the seduction, the act…"

She smiled coldly. "I am an incredible actress. We knew you would find out if a spell or potion were used. So I had to do it all on my own free will. I may be dammed, but at least you are going before me!"

Drawing his wand, he smiled back just as coldly. "I'm afraid not, my love." He sneered. "I shall enjoy watching you die."

Her head tilted up slightly, defying him. Raising his wand, he aimed it towards her chest.
Behind them, an explosion was heard, followed by screams. The Dark Lord turned his head for a bit…and that was all she needed.

He felt it rather than heard the words. A flash of green was seen, then his Dark Goddess was lying crumpled on the floor before him, her black cloak spread out under her like ink. Her hair spilling out around her head like blood. A small smile played on her face.
She had taken her own life. She had robbed him even of that. Taken away everything.

Never was and never will be. You're not real and you can't save me, somehow now you're everybody's fool.

"Riddle!" a voice bellowed. Roaring, the Dark Lord spun, to see Potter standing there, his green eyes flashing. On either side of him, His Dark Goddess' brother, and the Mudblood whom he called friend.

He noticed Potter's eyes flicking to the figure behind him, then back to him. The green eyes became darker. "This ends now!" Lord Voldemort bellowed, raising his wand towards the three.

In an instant, all three had their wands pointed at him. "Avada Kadavra!" the three spoke as one. The spell from three wands shot out towards him, the green light blinding.

Turning slightly, he spotted the red hair pooled behind him. *We were both dammed, my love. * Was his last thought before the Darkness claimed his soul.

End

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