When he woke up, Voldemort was gloating about finally killing the "great" Harry Potter to the small crowd that had gathered in Godric's Hollow. The Dark Lord had been losing grip on his sanity for some time, although it did not seem to affect his wandwork. While Riddle was still euphoric from his victory, with his back turned to Harry's corpse, Harry slanted his eyes open. Noticing Voldemort's position, he slightly jerked his wand in his direction and cast a quick, silent, and deadly decapitation curse. Voldemort's maniacal laughter ceased abruptly as his head rolled to the side while Harry stood up. A great burden had finally been lifted from his shoulders. Now, he was finally free from the shackles of prophecy. His fate was his own.