[ EU ] Voldemort stood surrounded by his death eater guards , but all he could do was stare at the odd muggle that had broken in . `` Who are you ? '' Voldemort shouts . He replies , `` The name is Bond , James Bond . ''

All Harry could think about was the prophecy. `` The power the Dark Lord knows not...'' 
 
 Dumbledore thought it was love... but hugs would n't kill monsters. 
 
 That was when it hit him, Voldemort knew nothing of muggles, right? So something muggle had to be the power he knew not! 
 
 Harry thought himself terribly clever. 
 
 oo7, listening to him mutter through the microphone he had hidden in the boy's room simply chuckled. Took the lad long enough. 
 
 Bond nonchalantly walked away and called M on his phone. `` M, the lad finally got the idea. Should I approach?'' a few seconds passed as Bond listened to M, `` Roger that, I'll approach him before his birthday. Should be plenty of time to deal with these homegrown terrorists and get the lad to school on time.'' 
 
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 Voldemort could n't believe what was happening. For the past thirty days he had every single minion that left the Malfoy manor get shipped back in a body bag. 
 
 He had n't even known muggles had those. Just goes to show how the animals could steal the dignity from wizards even in death. 
 
 He was left with Wormtail and Bellatrix. Granted Bella was loyal, but she was completely insane. His most cunning and resourceful follower, the best deatheater he had, reduced to an insane hag who was good for nothing more than pointing at something he wanted destroyed and then watching it burn. 
 
 A deep sigh dragged itself out of him. He could n't bring himself to even try to list any redeeming qualities in Wormtail. 
 
 That was when he heard it, a muffled sound like nothing he had ever heard followed by the unmistakable sound of a dead body hitting the ground. 
 
 Quick steps brought him into the kitchen in time to see a man about his age in a muggle suit dabbing a bit of blood from his face, Wormtail laying in a pool of his own blood behind him, with Bellatrix dying at his feet. 
 
 Voldemort could n't remember ever being this angry. A growl issued from his clenched teeth. `` Who are you?!'' Voldemort shouted, even as he raised his wand to cast crucio on this fool who defied him. 
 
 The muggle simply raised a hand with some device in it and pushed a bright red button on it. Pain like Voldemort had never felt corsed through his body as the traps he had n't noticed when he barged in shot tiny barbed hooks into his body attached to the launchers by a thin piece of wire. 
 
 Then the traps sent 25 mill Ampere of electricity coursing through his body. Only the fact that the electricity was still flowing through him, forcing his muscles to contract, kept Voldemort standing. 
 
 `` The name is Bond, James Bond. Harry Potter sends his regards. Do n't worry about dying though old chap, MI6 has plans for you.''
