The girl was brought to him by two hooded men, shielded by their anonymity as they hid their faces from the Dark Lords gaze. Dragged by her arms, limp, bruised and bloody, she made no effort to escape - for she could not, not any more. Her resistance was used, and wasted, and now she had come to meet her fate. She was to become an example, an icon. But she was to be no more. But as the sky would turn grey with the Mark above the Shrieking Shack, people would know that they were back. That He was back.
He raised his wand, and aimed it at the girls head. She braved a glance up him, her eye blackened from being hit, her hair matted with dried blood, her lip split. Eyes met, and she wailed, attempting to throw herself to the ground, but she was held up by the two anonymous wizards at her sides.
"I wish to thank you for what you will do for me, little girl. For that I shall forever be grateful." He smiled, in a mock attempt at kindness. "Avada Kedavra!"
The room was lit up momentarily by a bright flash of green, before everything went dark. And silent.
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