He sighed as he extinguished the flames. The war had ended the Dark lord had been defeated. His Death eaters had come forward and given themselves up, hoping to get a life sentence instead of the kiss of the soul. The papers were filled with the heroics of that Potter boy and his friends, who had finally stopped him, but with a price. There was nothing left to do now but sit and wait for word of the new dawn, and so he sat, polishing his broom, watching the dying fire, thinking of the new world which was to come.