Lord Voldemort smiled. Soon, this world would be his to do with whatever he wanted. America, the most powerful nation, would be bending to his knees as it witnessed his superior might. His cloak flapping in the breeze, he turned and held his wand up, trying to choose a Muggle to vaporize.

Jerry Larry the bum sat perhaps twenty feet away. He had just been kicked out of his favorite bar, and once again made fun of because of his name. Rage could not come close to this particular emotion. He was pissed. He needed something to break. Glancing his head sideways, he turned and saw the perfect target. A hippy in some wizard cloak. The type of person he had always hated.

With a burst of speed, Jerry ran forward and slammed his foot into the hippy's ass. The hippy stumbled forward, trying to turn around and point his stick at Jerry. Jerry grabbed him by the neck and brought his face brutally down across his knee. "Fucking faggot! I'll fucking teach you a fucking lesson, fruitcake!" he cried as he continued smashing his knee into the hippy's stomach.

Lord Voldemort felt pain beyond pain. How could a mere Muggle inflict such damage into him? With one final kick, the Muggle sent him spinning away into a pile of trash. "Queer," muttered the Muggle, walking away.

In his fury, Lord Voldemort screamed "Avada Kadavra!" Instantly a green streak flashed into the man and cracked him across the street, dead as a doornail. Standing up to admire his work, he turned and was met with a huge black Muggle.

"What the fuck was that gay-ass shit?" muttered the Muggle, peering at him strangely. Voldemort raised his wand, and began "Avada Ke..."

In a flash, the Muggle raised a kind of metal wand and aimed it at him. Eight 9mm bullets pierced through Voldemort into several vital organs, sending him back into the pile of trash. "Fucken homo..." muttered the Muggle, slouching off.

So ended Voldemort's reign of terror.