So You Are Dead Now, Potter

So You Are Dead Now, Potter.

So you are death now, Potter. Congratulation. It was about time. I would lie if I said I was sorry. After all, I was there when you died. I don't know if I could have stopped her from killing you. I haven't thought about that. Because I wanted you dead too

And now you are.

Don't you think it's ironical, Potter?

That The-Boy-who-Lived is death?

I think it is. Can't you hear me laughing?

Oh, yeah, by the way - How is it, Potter? Being dead, I mean.

Or is that a stupid question to ask?

I suppose it is. It isn't like you can talk back. I know that.

Did you try to talk to you two sidekicks, the mudblood and her lover, Weasel, after they died?

It was a beautiful job my wife did there, killing them. I think it was hard for her. Not killing them, oh, no. Personal I think she laughed when she did it. Maybe she even gave them a kiss on their forehead. She did that to you, don't you remember?

No, the problem was that the Mudblood didn't really trust her anymore. Up cause she couldn't say that to you, my wife's little lover, or to her darling husband, my wife's big brother, but that didn't matter. If she didn't trust my wife anymore and told somebody about it my wife would get in trouble. And we couldn't have that.

No. That's why they had to die.

But did you talk to them, Potter?

You did, didn't you?

Well, it doesn't surprise me if you did.

After all, you did miss them, didn't you?

And aren't there something about that you talk to them you miss? Even if they are dead?

I think, there is. That why I'm here, anyway.

Yes, Potter. I do miss you in my own way.

I enjoyed our meetings, Potter, and our verbal war. In some sick way I enjoyed them.

But do you know what, Potter? I enjoyed seeing you being killed more than I enjoyed them. Oh, that face you made when you realised what was going on!

It was priceless! I have never laughed so much in my entire life!

Don't you feel proud, making the best joke in a Malfoy's life?

You should be.

I would if I were you.

I still smile when I think about our plans. They were wonderful. But you have to know that we, me and my lovely wife, became a little bit worried when one of your friends, Finnigan I think it was, came with that idea that you had to have Secret Keeper. What if you choose one we couldn't... err... persuade to tell us where you lived?

But do you know what, Potter? You played right into out hands.

Why do you think, she shagged you?

Why do you think, she kissed you?

Why do you think, she said, she loved you?

Because we wanted you to need her. And you did.

That was why you choose her, wasn't it? Because then she could know where you lived without somebody had to know about your little relationship.

Sadly for you, my wife wasn't on your side.

How did you feel when she came to your door, only wearing a black coat and long, black high-heeled boots? How did you feel when she took the coat of, and you saw that she was only wearing a thong and a bra? A black thong and a black bra, by the way, on her wonderful, pale skin. Excited?

I would, if I was you. Actually, I do feel excited when she enter our bedroom in only that.

But your night didn't went as you had hoped for, did it?

How did you felt it when she bound you to the bed? Still excited? Or did you remember how Snape and Dumbledore died?

Yes, she was the one, who did that.

First Snape. Traitors go first.

Yes, she was the one, who told us that he wasn't at our side. And yes, she was the one who took his close of. And yes, she was the one who bound him to the bed. And yes, she was the one who killed him. I saw it with my own eyes.

Shocked, Potter?

Hadn't you thought that you maybe weren't the only one who had a secret relationship with my wife?

Then there was Dumbledore.

Even I was shocked when she pulled that plan of.

But, hell, it was her way of killing. And she enjoyed it. So why shouldn't I help her?

Yes, Potter, she was the one who did that.

Hadn't you thought Dumbledore had a sex life him self?

Well, he had ones. He hasn't one now. He is dead now.

But, back to you.

So how did you feel, when she bound you? Excited? Or worried?

I think the first one. Am I correct?

But you did become a little bit worried when she said she was waiting a friend. I know that because she told me that.

How did you feel, when she went out to open the door for this friend? Did you think it was a girl?

Were you surprised, when you heard a male voice in you kitchen? Did you recognise my voice there?

Tell me, Potter, how did you feel it, when she gave you your glasses on again, and you saw me in your room? How did you feel it when my wife giggled and went over to kiss me? How did you feel it when I took her right there, on the floor, in your room, in front of your eyes?

How did you feel, when she yelled my name out?

How did that make you feel?

Were you surprised? Agitated? Scared?

Maybe them all?

I think that. Them all.

You asked, what was going on when we were finished. You asked, what she was doing with me.

And do you remember what she did?

She kissed your forehead, and said, "I know, what I'm doing, Harry. I'm killing not only you, but also your memory and what people saw in you. You will die, Harry. And people will spit on your grave. Why? Because you couldn't protect them as you promised. And because you didn't even died when you tried to protect them. You will be humiliated. You will loose your power over the people who believe in your cause. And when they have nobody to believe in, they will be easy to play into our hands."

The she smiled and went over and kissed me again. Do you remember that, Potter?

I do. Your face was... priceless. No other word can used to describe your face, when you saw that. And I laughed.

And then she whispered, "Farewell, Harry."

And then she killed you.

How does it make you feel, Potter, thinking about that?

When you died, Potter, the last of your side's resistance died out. Just some few other people should die too, and then the magical world surrendered.

With you, the last resistance died.

Everything she said was right.

How does that make you feel, knowing that you failed?

How does it make you feel, knowing that the reason to why you failed was her? How does it make you feel, knowing that she was mine before you had her and that she always will be mine?

Yes, Potter, she is my wife now. We married two weeks after your death. She looked beautiful. In some sick way, I wished, you were there, just so you could see how a Malfoy married the last living Weasley. Just so you could se how she smiled when we said yes to each other.

She is, by the way, pregnant now. Again. Our second child. We hope it is a girl this time. One boy and one girl. Wouldn't that be fantastic?

So, Potter, how is your day, now you are dead?

Are you thinking about her, Potter?

I hope you do, Potter.

She deserves that.

She's a wonderful person.

She killed you.

Ginevra Malfoy, my wife.