How Old Was Voldemort When He Died Novels & Stories

Age at death: 6 years old Date of death: 10th December, XXXX (1:30 AM) My body collapsed onto the floor. “NO!!!”

He was dead. “You were something, Vladya. You cheated death last time. You exerted so much power that yours was greater than that of the potion. Rest well,” I said as I closed his open eyes.

Draven also told me she learned the deathly spell, a spell that can kill you in an instant and you wouldn’t even notice. “He also taught her a torture spell. She was only twelve years old when she learned it. It was traumatic for her,” he mentioned, making me upset. I stood up and faced my back to him, trying to take a deep breath. My daughter was just a kid when he taught her that horrible spell. I can’t imagine her face when she saw whoever was being tortured by her. I could feel my body burning in rage. “What else did he teach her?” my question came more like a whisper.

His friend had lost two children and he had lost one. One thing Vlad regretted was not having said goodbye to his friend. Many years later, he had another son. As soon as the pup inherited the throne, he gave up on living, and began to grow old. He died at less than 150 years old, which, for a werewolf, was very young.

There was too much information pouring in, but Severus's identity dawned on her as they all waited for her response. "That doesn't make any sense," she finally spoke. "According to history, you died in Britain. You died in . . ." She racked her brain for the date, her jaw dropping open before finishing with, "You died in the early 200s. That's over 1,600 years ago!" Severus smiled. "You are well educated." "Have you been here this whole time?" She looked around again at the cavern's marvelous construction.

Thorne said. "Why are you calling my name?" Raven said. "Aren't you a vampire? Your kind are always thirsty for human blood and it got her into trouble!" Thorne snarled. Did he by chance forget I'm also a vampire just like Raven? Raven didn't argue. He was still surprised that his kind had actually killed a human. "When were his parents killed?" he asked. "I don't know, Raven. But he mentioned being fifteen when they died. He's twenty-two years old now, which means they were killed seven years ago."

Fenn died in the early spring of the twenty-ninth year. Not dramatically — he had been sixty-nine years old for three years and had been declining in the specific incremental way of a wolf who had decided that the declining was simply the next thing after the long useful life and who was not going to perform distress about it.

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.

There is no good and evil. There is only power and those too weak to seek it. ~Lord Voldemort, The sorcerer's stone •• January, 2009 South Africa Al'amir Belko woke up with a start, wiping a hand over his face as he tried to gain his bearings. Despite the Aircon on full blast, he was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his body shaking–from what, he couldn't remember. Each breath of his was released with great difficulty he wondered if he was about to suffer a stroke. But it couldn't be possible, he was at peak health, despite the condition he was still in after the tragic passing of his wife six months ago.

he replied making the trio more confused "What do you mean by Mr Jerald was not your brother?you just called her your niece for god damn sake" Damon replied as he freed himself from the hefty men grip "Seems your parents didn't tell you anything huh?" Lord Voldemort asked as he chuckled slightly "Tell us what?" Dorian asked as confusion was written all over his face "Well I guess I have to do the honour, listen very carefully children as I tell you a short story" FLASHBACK YEARS AGO "You are weak Damien" Voldemort said as he playfully punched Damien on his stomach making him chuckle slightly "Yeah,yeah,yeah,you won again Voldemort"