The words were simple; but powerful and, keeping his wand still, he watched as Tom Sr."s life drained out of his body in tandem with a part of Tom's own protruding soul. Each twisting around each other in a dark dance of vapor, Tom's draining his father's energy to make his stronger, stronger, stronger, Sr."s life force getting weaker and weaker until it flickered out of existence. Tom Sr."s empty body slumping forward and then falling to the floor.