Wow a lot of you wanted a continuation of this. Two suggestions caught my eye but one of them I had briefly thought of before so here's the 'sequel' of sorts. It's a few years later, lets say 6 years. Voldemort is back and he wants to know where Harry Potter is hiding.

Bealtrix giggled insanely to herself as she followed her master. They were going to confront the Potter boy. Who did he think he was, hiding from her master like that? No one ignored him, not even an enemy!

Voldemort slowed as they reached their destination. A well kept house in an upper middle class neighborhood where the Potter brat lived.

"Bealtrix, go and get the pest. I will no longer be ignored." He ordered and she giggled once more, eager to do as he bid. He cringed but reminded himself once again that she was one of him most loyal minions who never questioned him.

Bealtrix stepped up to the front door and blasted the door off the hinges. "Is ickle baby Potter playing hide and go seek?" She called out in a sickening tone.

"What the bloody hell?" Came the answering scream from another woman, giving Bealtrix pause. "Who the hell are you and what in the world are you blasting my door in for you mad banshee?" A woman came out ranting. Voldemort stood watching from where he was, amused to see Bealtrix's insanity failing her for once.

"And for that matter who the hell are you? We've already told you idiot mundies that Harry isn't going to that stupid school no matter how many letters you send. I would have thought after the first time you'd get it, but you keep sending one every years and it's honestly just pathetic." She told the other woman.

Bealtrix seemed to pull herself together finally. "What in Merlin's beard is a mundie?" She asked. Well shit, guess not, Voldemort thought to himself. Insanity should never really be prized, he supposed.

"You people, I think the first one called them muggles, just because you need wands doesn't make you real magi. My son has enough of an education right here at home and I'll not be sending him off to some boarding school where you don't even teach math, and that's final!"

"Mom, are those nut-jobs back again?" Harry asked, popping his head around the corner.

Ignoring the insane woman on her front step, his mother turned to him. "Are you finished with your homework Harry?"

"Yep, can I play with the idiots for a while?" He asked, motioning the two dressed in robes.

"Well, since you're finished your homework, all right." She said. "But be careful, don't hurt yourself."

"I won't!" He told her, hoping past a dumbstruck Bealtrix. "So which of you idiots is in charge of bringing me to that ridiculous school this time?" He asked.

Furious, Bealtrix grabbed him by the upper arm and marched him to the front of the yard to stand before Voldemort. "Kneel before your betters boy." She sneered at him.

"Okay, do you see any?" Harry replied flippantly.

Voldemort snarled. "How dare you boy, I will make you kneel before me in pain for that." He pulled out his wand and cast the Cruciatus curse.

"Oh that's so lame, you still use a wand! I haven't used one of those in years. And you say incantations too, that is just too weak. And they don't even work, was that supposed to actually hurt or something?" Harry taunted.

Voldemort frowned, momentarily confused. He cast the curse again. And again. Still Harry stood and laughed. "Bealtrix!" He barked.

"Yes my Lord, right away!" And she too pulled out her wand and tried to curse him but to no avail.

By this point Harry was doubled over in laughter. "You two are too much!" He gasped out. "Here, let me show you how a real magi works." He straightened up and glared, instantly the other two fell to the ground in agony.

"How can you possibly be doing that? You can't be able to feel true hatred, not living this privileged life." Voldemort demanded.

"Hatred? No, I don't feel that ever. Is that what your spells were feeding off of? No wonder they didn't work on me. I don't feel hatred so why in the world would a spell based in hate effect me?" Harry scoffed.

Bealtrix remained on the ground, still twitching in agony as they discussed this and watched, horrified as her Lord and Master began to seizure. Harry released his spell immediately and she rushed to Voldemort, apparating them away to find a healer, but since no one was stupid enough to heal the Dark Lord, he died of a heart attack.

The End. For Real.