The truth was hard to believe. The supposedly immortal Dark Lord was killed in perhaps the most ignominious way possible. It was how elderly Muggles were murdered by vengeful grandchildren or inept burglars... not how the most powerful Dark wizard in history was supposed to be taken down. It was almost funny. She could feel a nervous chuckle bubbling up inside her. Hardly an appropriate reaction to the news that her master was dead, she tried to stifle it.