A/N: I don't own Harry Potter. This was born of a page on FB, "Harry Potter: It's kind of a big deal", written by the admin Hedwig.

The New Unforgivable.

Years had passed, centuries – Harry Potter was long gone from this world, yet his memory still insoired hope in the hearts of many. Dark Lords came and went, though none striked the fear into the hearts like the once infamous Lord Voldemort had.

Or so they thought. Secretly a man was slowly developing a spell. His name? Tom Carlo Dowels. He had originally had quite another name, but he'd heard of Tom Riddle, and people still disliked the name, thus he changed his first named from Eric to Tom. Tom was such an… ordinary seeming name, ye people deferred from it. Dowels couldn't understand – it's just a name. A word. It took next to no muscles to form it. You start with your teeth together, blowing a tiny bit of wind through it to make the 'T' sound, then you sort of puckered your lips, as if for a kiss, and slammed your lips together to stop the word. T-O-M. Tsss…. Oh… Hmm…

Pathetic, weren't they? He thought so.

That was why, when he was fourteen, he decided he become a better Tom – a much, much better Tom than the last one.

At 17, once he'd graduated from Hogwarts, he changed his name and immediately set to work. Fashioning himself a new name, a new curse, like the Unforgivables they studied at the school.

He'd done it. He stared at the page. All of his equations added up, the wording seemed perfect… now he just needed to test it. But on what? Or, he leered, on whom?

His mind drifted to his school rival. How many years had it been? Four, five? Six at most. Time had no meaning to him whatsoever.

It was decided. His school rival would be his test dummy. His name was Nathaniel Graham. He was the complete opposite of Dowels. Helpful, friendly, brave – he believed in the legend of Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Albus Dumbledore… foolish man, really, Graham was.

He found him easily. He was working in the Ministry of Magic, living up to the famed Mr. Potter's legend, working with Potter's grandchildren – or was it great grandchildren? He didn't really know. He just knew they were Potters. And the Ministry was crawling with Weasleys, Lovegoods, Longbottoms… The latter made him snicker. At least it hadn't been Longsack.

"Dowels?" His old rival asked him, curious as he entered the Auror Office.

"It's been a long time." He said, his voice cold.

"What can I do for you?"

Graham pulled out his wand slowly, twirling it in his fingers. Caressing it as one would a lover.

"Lorem quodvolo!" He yelled, wand pointed at his former nemesis. He wanted him to drown. To feel water rush into his lungs, stopping him from breathing the air…

Graham's eyes bulged out of their sockets, his face blue from lack of oxygen.

Now fire.

Graham yelled, being able to breath, but seeing non-existent flames around his body.

Dowels was thrown backwards, a curse having hit him. He stood up again and turned on the spot, thankful for the new rules that deemed apparition is within the ministry walls allowable.

He grinned evilly at his new discovery. The next unforgivable curse was out… and he was certain many more was to come.

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