I'm Just A Sucker For A Cold-Hearted Lover (Don't Make Me Suffer) (гет)

“Outside, the leaves on the lawn stirred as if being blown by a soft breeze.
A cloaked shadow stepped forth from the darkness into the dim light that the moon had cast over the otherwise dark Samhain night. The man under the cloak, if he could be called that, looked up the cottage as he reflected on the night; he had managed to eliminate the threat that the Auror couple had posed, but he had missed their son. It seemed they had sent him somewhere else under lock and key. He would rectify that small setback after finishing with the business he had within this house.
A soft sibilant sound whispered through the quiet night, “morsmordre.”
The figure below took a moment to observe the green form coalesce above; the open maw of the skull hung in the air with a serpent dangerously coiled around it like a lover. He felt a small twinge of regret; not for the actions he had to take this night, no, but for the, unfortunately, necessary loss of magical blood tonight’s events would cause.“
Where Voldemort still tries to kill Harry/Holly, but nothing actually goes to plan.
What’s a dark lord to do except adapt?