The other

- Kill the other!

A wand is pointed.

- Avada kedavra!

A body falls to the ground. Life has left his gaze. His breath didn't even have time to go out.

- Now, come to me...

The teenager walks to the point of being deformed by the destruction of his original body without a look for the one who was his comrade and whose remains cool on the ground. He doesn't mare. All that matters is giving Voldemort a decent body. And to get revenge against the idiots of the magical world. Voldemort had promised him in 1991, when he discovered him taped to the back of his defense teacher's head at the time. He had kept his word, teaching him everything he needed to know for the day when he would finally stop playing the nice little boy perfect.

He knows very well that everyone would say that their relationship is toxic. That he should never have started a serious relationship with an adult while he was still a minor. Even less give his first time to the adult in question at the age of fourteen.

But he is in love.

Madly in love.

Crazy at all.

That's why, when the deformed being grabs him by the collar and kisses him almost by force, he lets himself go.

- Hmmm... Cédric...

Yes, Cédric is totally and hopelessly crazy.