Day 12 - Haze
@tomarrymortmicrofics | 100 words
Voldemort breathed deeply. The ritual incense burned quietly, steadily filling the chamber with a misty haze.
These were the only times he could see him again – this was the only way he knew how to return to a time long since gone. And like every time before, he appeared before Voldemort.
A grin on his face, eyes sparkling with life and laughter and peace. So unlike they ever had while he was still alive. His Harry.
A single tear ran down Voldemort’s face as he tried to reach out. But he only distorted the mirage.
His nemesis was no more.












