(A/N-Harry Potter and all related characters and settings are not mine, however much I wish they would be.)

The End

I'll walk up behind him slowly.
He's never even dreamed this could happen.
He should have known.
He was supposed to be my friend.
He hasn't even noticed the cloak is missing.
It's her fault too.
She'll be next.
No one will suspect.
I'll get away with it.
They'll see.
They should have known.
They were my friends.
A true friend stabs you in the front.
Yes, yes. That's good.
In the front.
So they'll know.
They should've already known.
Look at them.
So happy.
Happy that I'm sad.
Always happy.
Always taking all the credit.
Always making it my fault.
Well I'll show them.
No one will do this to me anymore.
Then maybe I can be one of the happy faces.
A true friend stabs you in the front.
Look at how good of a friend I am.
Time to take off the cloak.
And pull out the knife.
Not smiling anymore, are they.
Now they're not.
Famous Potter first.
Again, just in case.
Hermione now.
Only twice for her.
That'll shut her up.
Good, good.
Now get rid of the knife.
In the lake, good.
To bed now, before they wake the house.
Good, Ron, good.

"Yes, Lord Voldemort. Thank you. Thank you for letting me be happy." He was gloriously happy now. Even happier when the snake-like man spoke. Only two words.

"Avada Kedavra."

He was still smiling when they found him hours later.