He had finally done it. He had gotten out of the cauldron, gotten dressed, and got out the doors without being killed again. Voldemort started laughing maniacally in the entrance hall of his hideout. Then the ground started shaking.

"Earthquake!" yelled a random Death Eater. Had Voldemort paid any attention in muggle Geography class he would realize he was no where near a fault and the chances of an earthquake of this magnitude were slim to none. But instead he looked up at the rock that was headed for his head and said one word.

"SHIT!"

Lord Voldie died again.