Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 108 ~ The Confrontation

Severus stood in his bedroom, looking at the clock. It read seven-ten. He looked at his companion.

"Let's go," he said, disapparating.

Severus appeared in the empty throne room.

He looked around. There were no deatheaters in sight. They were all deployed. The Dark Lord must be with Jasmine. The wizard reached into his pocket and pulled out a Track-a-port, and stared at it, unmoving. It wasn't yet time.

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Voldemort led Jasmine into his bedchambers. There were black velvet wall curtains covering the stone, a large black wardrobe against one wall, and a huge four-poster bed with ornately carved head and end boards. The wizard let go of her hand.

"I am not a patient man, Jasmine Malfoy. You will most likely be the last piece of pussy I get for some time. Reveal yourself to me," he hissed at the witch, his eyes focused on her robes.

Jasmine slipped off her shoes and began to unbutton her robes, the dark wizard beginning to breathe heavily, making her blood run cold. She opened her robes and slid them off her shoulders, revealing the sheer green nightie. It did nothing to hide her body.

"Yessss," Voldemort said, starting to unbutton his own robes. Then he stopped, his eyes narrowing. "What are you wearing on your wrists?"

"Bracelets, my Lord," Jasmine said, holding out her arms. A bracelet made of ivory graced one wrist and one of onyx the other.

"You were to come to me unadorned!" the wizard seethed, snatching the bracelets off her wrists and flinging them into the corner.

"I'm sorry my Lord," Jasmine said in a low voice. "I just didn't want to be plain for you."

Voldemort calmed down. He hated disobedience.

"Plain is how I want you, witch," he hissed.

His forked tongue flickered out and it was all Jasmine could do to keep from screaming in shock and horror. Gods, she didn't want him to touch her.

"Have you saved yourself for me, witch?" the Dark Lord asked her.

This was it.

Jasmine didn't answer him, but dropped her head. Voldemort scowled at receiving no answer.

"Jasmine, has anyone touched you? Have you been fucked?" the wizard asked, his voice going higher as the girl wouldn't look at him.

"I'm not a virgin, my Lord. I was seduced. I'm sorry my Lord," Jasmine said, meeting his eyes rather defiantly, despite her apology.

"What? You are not a virgin? You whore!" Voldemort screamed, backhanding the witch and knocking her to the floor, blood flying from her mouth.

At that moment, the two bracelets on the floor flashed and transformed into Mathias and Andreas both with wands in hand. The two wizards quickly cast two powerful dampening spells with their signatures attached before Voldemort could react. Andreas held a flask and a machete in one hand. He set the flask on the floor, and gripped his machete, his dark eyes full of hate as he eyed the Dark Lord.

"What is this treachery?" Voldemort yelled at Jasmine before facing the two boys. "No matter. You both die now!"

Voldemort thrust his palms forward, but only a very weak pulse emitted. The dampening spell stopped his magic.

Andreas and Mathias both charged the wizard with blood curdling yells, Andreas hefting the machete high, intending on cutting the wizard in half. Mathias was intending to tackle him.

What no one realized was that Voldemort was a skilled fighter. The ROR did not show this because it had no point of reference. The wizard slipped Andreas' blow, catching his wrist and painfully crushing it so the wizard dropped the blade, then hitting him with a crushing blow in the face, knocking him back, then spinning like a matador, Mathias flying past him. The machete slid under the bed out of reach.

"You young pups are no match for me," the wizard hissed, attacking Andreas with a series of kicks and blows, driving him back as Mathias recovered and charged him from behind, grasping the wizard around his throat. Voldemort threw him over his shoulder into Andreas, sending both boys crashing into the wall and laughing as they quickly regrouped.

"I'm going to beat you both to death," he said advancing.

Jasmine suddenly leaped on the wizard's back, desperately hanging on and trying to drag him backwards. The witch's sudden weight threw the Dark Lord off balance and Andreas and Mathias charged, slamming into the wizard and taking him down. Now all three wrestled desperately with the wizard. Andreas screamed at Jasmine.

"Get the flask! We can hold him! Get the flask, Jasmine!"

Jasmine untangled herself and gave the Dark Lord a good kick in the head before running for the flask and grabbing it.

"Now Mathias!" Andreas cried, hanging on to the Dark Lord for dear life.

Both of his arms wrapped around Voldemort's throat, Mathias suddenly slumped. Then Voldemort stretched out his hand.

"Open the flask and give it to him, Jasmine!" Andreas cried.

The witch pulled the stopper out of the flask and handed it to the wizard. He seemed to struggle but brought the flask to his lips and drank the contents down. Andreas released Voldemort and he fell back against Mathias, who was unconscious.

The Dark Lord panicked. He couldn't move and he wasn't alone. Something had forced him to drink whatever was in that flask.

Andreas stood up and pulled Mathias from under the wizard and off to the side.

"What's wrong with Mathias?" Jasmine asked, kneeling over the wizard.

"He's gone on a journey with the Dark Lord," Andreas said, retrieving his machete from under the bed and purposely walking towards the Dark Lord's prone body. He straddled it.

"Jasmine, I suggest you turn away. I must make sure the Dark Lord has no body to return to," he said soberly. He lifted his blade high.

Jasmine turned her head just as Andreas brought the blade down viciously.

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Severus saw the button turn blue, and pressed it. Instantly he and his companion port keyed to Jasmine's side, just in time to witness Andreas decapitate the Dark Lord. Black blood poured from the severed neck. Severus looked down at the Dark Lord as Andreas lifted his machete again and began to quarter him, his dark eyes glinting as he cut through bone and sinew.

In the throne room, the Order members appeared, Albus at the head, ready to flow over the Dark Lord. But he was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Severus.

"Where are they?" Albus muttered as the Order members looked about in confusion.

Severus suddenly let out a howl and grasped his mark. It was burning worse than it ever had. He fell to his knees, roaring as the mark glowed, then flashed. It vanished.

All around the wizarding world, people with the mark, both deatheater and DKV member were suffering similarly as the mark heated up, burned, flashed and disappeared. All of the waiting ranks collapsed howling, Draco among them. When he recovered, he quickly apparated to Voldemort's throne room, arriving in the midst of the Order members, who grabbed him.

"Where's Jasmine?" he cried.

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Andreas finished hacking up Voldemort's body, sweat pouring from him. Mathias lay with his head resting on Jasmine's thighs. The witch kept her face turned away from the carnage.

Finished, Andreas stepped back from his handiwork and wiped his brow. He looked at Severus' companion.

"He's all yours, Gabby," the wizard said. "He is the reason your mistress is dead. Have your revenge."

The weredog walked forward, sniffed the remains, flicked his ears forward, then started eating. He was ravenous.

Mathias' eyes fluttered, then opened. He looked up at Jasmine.

"Did it work? Did we kill him?" he asked the witch.

"Yes, Mathias…he's gone," Jasmine said softly. "Voldemort is gone."

Mathias sat up and looked at Gabby, busily consuming what used to be Lord Voldemort. Then he looked up at his father.

"We did it, dad. Everyone is safe now," he said.

Severus nodded.

"Yes, son. You, Andreas and Jasmine did it. You're heroes," he said quietly.

Suddenly there was a loud battering on the door.

"Boys, take off your dampening spell," the Potions Master said to the wizards. Andreas retrieved his and Mathias' wand, and stepping over the blood gingerly, handed Mathias' his. Both wizards removed their spells, then Severus pointed his own wand at the door, opening it. Albus, Draco, Harry, Ron and other Order members spilled into the room

They all stared at the weredog as he mouthed Voldemort's head playfully. He had consumed everything else, licked up all the blood and was now tossing the wizard's head up like a ball, his huge tail flailing back and forth in pleasure. It was quite a grisly scene actually.

Albus looked at Severus.

"Seems we were a bit late," he said to the wizard. "But you did it, Severus."

Mathias quickly retrieved Jasmine's robes and covered the witch with them. The Potions Master shook his head in negation.

"Voldemort was already taken down when I arrived by Andreas, Mathias and Jasmine. I just brought the cleanup," the wizard replied, looking at Gabby, who was rolling all over Voldemort's head, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.

Everyone's eyes widened at this, looking at Andreas' blood splattered wife beater and Mathias' bruises.

"I don't bloody believe it," Ron said shaking his head in awe.

"Well believe it, Mr. Weasley. These young Slytherins did what we could not," the Potions Master said, looking at all of them with pride.

They were all from his house. He had bragging rights for the rest of his life as far as the other Heads of Houses were concerned. Gryffindor had fallen as the house of heroes. Slytherin now had that claim to fame, and always would.

Jasmine buttoned her robes and walked over to pick up her shoes. Draco stared at her.

"Jasmine…are you all right?" he asked her.

"I'm fine, father," she said coldly.

Draco's eyes shifted to the head that Gabby was knocking about with his paws.

"I'm free," the wizard thought. "At last, I'm free of him."

Well, technically Draco was free…of Voldemort at least. Whether he would be free of Azkaban was another story.

Severus gathered his Slytherins together, spreading his arms to surround them.

"I believe I will take our heroes back to Hogwarts. They've been through enough tonight," he said, herding them toward the door.

The ranks of the Order parted to let them through. A small shout sounded, then suddenly the entire contingent began cheering for the youngsters as they passed through, patting their shoulders and congratulating them. Severus did his best to prevent the happy wizards and witches from closing over them. Finally he got to a free area in the throne room and disapparated with the three.

Albus looked down at Gabby, who had backed into a corner, Voldemort's head tucked between his paws protectively. He growled.

"Anyone care to try to get that?" Albus asked the Order members.

They all murmured in negation as the weredog's yellow eyes swept over them.

Albus shrugged. He wasn't about to hex Gabby. He had served the wizarding world well. There was no hope of Voldemort reviving after being 'processed' through the weredog's system.

They'd just have to wait until Gabby tired of his toy.

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A/N: There you have it…the death of Voldemort. I will write a short chapter of what happened when the wizard appeared with Mathias on the plain of the Dark Soul of the World. Please review.