So Harry had died last; why, then, was Voldemort dead, too? None of the Aurors had bothered to wonder. Director Crouch didn't bother with curiosity; he was too old and too tired and much too cold for that. He only did his job. Alastor and Amelia were much the same, after this long, and they'd been the ones on duty at the time. They'd barely even cheered with the rest of the department; only sighed with a sort of muted relief, and gone to do their work. But Albus did wonder, what had happened. It had to be the prophecy, but in practice, prophecies didn't have power, only predictive accuracy; there had to be a force there. Something had killed Voldemort.