He never realized just how much she meant to him, never realized how heart-wrenching it would be to lose her. More painful then death, it was, he should know, he lived through that. Still, nothing in his life could prepare him for this. Watching heplessly, trapped behind three exceptional wizards, he watched as her body hit the ground, dead before it landed. He looked at the red-head, the one who stood there, over her body, victiorous.

He felt hot anger flood through his brains, shutting down his thoughts until only one remained, revenge. With a surge of power, he thrusted his three oponets away. He pointed his wand at the woman, bent on killing. Before he could, Potter stepped in front, shielding her from his range. He didn't lower his wand, no thoughts passed his mind except the one of killing the woman. Potter was merely a speed bump in the way. He would revenge her, no matter what it took, even if it were to be on his last breathe. If she had to breathe hers, so would that bitch.

Potter stepped forward, and he and himself started to battle. He shot killing curse after killing curse and watched as Potter danced his way around them, shooting disarming spells at Voldemort. So blocked was his brain at her death, he didn't think. Didn't bother to to even dodge as Potter's spell made it's way over. A thought inpentrated his brain and he didn't want to dodge, didn't want to live.

He had loved her, and now it was too late to tell her. Their would be no way to bring her back, and once again he was alone, without anyone. As the curse, the final curse he would ever see, he looked on towards Potter, towards his friends, fighting his supporters. Had this been what it was like? Had they felt this heartwrenching sadness, guilt when one of their own had been taken. Potter's words rang through his mind as the spell hit him, square in the chest.

Try for some repentence Riddle, I've seen what you will become if you don't.

As he fell to the floor, Voldemort mouthed something they wouldn't see.

I'm sorry, so sorry, my love, my Bella. Was his last thought before his mind went black, permanetly.

So what did you think? The story plot has been running through my mind for a while, so I finally decided to sit down and type it. Please tell me, critique is welcomed.