He came across his own black tombstone and felt a surge of hatred towards it. The remnants of the coffin he had set ablaze just hours before still littered the ground. It was a destructive but purifying fire, meant to mark the beginning of a new prolific eternal life. But the tombstone remained, mocking him with his birth and death dates, reminding him that he was nothing more than a walking dead man. The young Dark Wizard was aware that he was so much more than that. He pointed his wand at the marble and made it explode. Pieces flew everywhere, and Scorpius only managed to cover his face in time. Nothing remained.