~Malfoy manor/Voldemort hideout~
Voldemort was sitting in Malfoy manner, alone.
Lucius was at work in the ministry, Narcissa shopping, Draco at Hogwarts, the other Deatheater either were working, performing a task he gave them, or still in Azkaban, the house elves were out of sight, out of mind.
So, for once, it was only Voldemort, him and himself.
Thinking who and how he will torture next, what he will conquer next.
His thoughts were interrupted by steps, 2 pairs of them.
'They're already back?'
He waited for them to greet him, like they should for he, in his mind, was the lord of this house, even if it wasn't his.
The steps come closer, they were slow, as whoever is approaching has all the time in the world.
The door cracks open, slowly, a gust of cold, dry wind comes through, the darkness of the staircase hiding whoever it was.
Voldemort look hard in the dark, waiting for a "Good evening, my lord"
A moment of dead silence later.
It came out the dark.
Voldemort red eyes narrow it bewilderment of the sight of what's approaching.
It was a Thestral, a skeletal horse.
The eyeless sockes were directly on him.
It started approaching, slow but steady.
Voldemort through his confusion to the wind and pointed his wand at it.
"Avada Kedavra"
A sickly green light shoot out the stick and it the skeletal horse right in the face.
It keep walking, neither slower nor fast than before.
Red eyes widen "Impossible"
The Theastral touch the table,
the wood squeaks and cracks,
rots and molded, and finally fell to nothing bust dust ton the ground.
"What..."
The nose less man snap it and made some more distance between him and this.... thing.
Another sickly green spell hit on the approaching.
It had as much of an effect as the last one.
'What is this? Why isn't it dead? Only Potter survived the killing curse thanks to that mudblood."
Blast, cutting, bone breake curse flew and destroyed the floor and walls, but not slowing it down.
'Alright, it's immune to magic, how awful for Lucius floor then."
The wizard brought the floor done the Horse like thing.
Anew squicks and cracks and the debris was dust too.
Eyeless holes stare at him, despite no face expression it made one emotion clear.
Annoyance.
"Just... what are you"
"ሃዐ፱ ኡክዐሠ ሠⶴልፕ"
Skeleton pukes out form his empty stomach.
A diary, a diadem, a ring, a cup, a amulet, a snake.
Shock flow through the wizard.
"MY HORCRUXES!"
He pointed his wand once more at the soul devouring.
"FIENDFYRE"
Fire blasted out of the wand with more power than it could have handled, right on the cold embrace.
Voldemort let his anger and hate go all into this magic, the spell slipping out of control and devoured the rest of the mansion, the elves magicing away in fear.
Tom Riddle was in middle of the inferno he made, untouched by the flames, but his wand was nothing but ashes now.
Anger replace with panic.
No wand, the wards of the manor turned giant fire pit were still up and stop him from apparition, the flames stop him from flying.
Approaching steps could be heard, drawing ever closer.
"No... no... that's..."
The man who thought he can cheat death looked in fear.
The Theastral walks through the fiendfyre as is it was nothing but wind.
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Lucius Malfoy look in shock at the smoldering hole that was once his home, the elves managed to put the fienfyre out but that was it.
Lucius cursed at his former lord, uncaring if he would be torture when the he came back.
As small luck, Voldemort didn't.