Chapter 55
James rushed out of the inn to give Lily and Alder some privacy. The two of them had come together after quite some time and had a few things they needed to talk about between them. He came to stand outside the inn and sat in the sunlight when, suddenly, a voice called out his name.
"Potter," and he opened his eyes and found himself staring at a familiar face, and she was a blonde with a rather squarish face, and he would not have recognised her normally, but he did because of Sirius's huge crush on her in their fourth year.
"Bones," and she had graduated last year, and was supposed to be working at the DMLE.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, and she folded her arms and raised a brow.
"I could ask you the same thing, because from what I recall, all Hogsmeade trips have been cancelled," and she was right indeed.
"I..." and he was out of an excuse, as she looked through the window beside him, as a smile came on her face.
"Oh, I see now," she said, and there was a mischievous grin on her face now.
"You still haven't answered my question?" he added, with a slight blush on his face.
"Me. Well, I am here to take back that idiot. The Minister wants him there for the ceremony," and she shook her head in annoyance.
"Honestly, the entire ceremony is for hi..." and yet suddenly she stopped, and began to look around as a shiver ran down his spine as well.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Shit!" and her face turned pale in an instant, as he heard a whisper.
"Mesemorde," and he saw a spell soot up into the skies, as dark clouds began to gather.
"Take Lily and get out of here," and just as he turned to run towards the door, a spell hit him in the chest.
"AGHHHH!" and James was sent flying back, as screams and shouts filled the village.
"James," he heard Amelia scream out after him, as she blocked off a spell from Bellatrix Lestrange who walked beside her master.
"I will leave these two to you, Bella..."
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TOM RIDDLE—Voldemort
Years. He had spent years crafting his plans, and in all those plans, he had only ever feared one man. One wizard who could unravel all his work, and that was none other than Albus Dumbledore.
Tom was powerful, a wizard unlike any born before him, and the only wizard who could match his powers was the Transfiguration professor, and yet even he was not that great a threat.
Albus Dumbledore was old and dull. Failures of the past ached his heart, and made him too slow to act. He was a great wizard, one who could have ruled the world if he so desired, and yet he let himself be ruled by the facade of authority of law.
The chains of the past and the shackles of laws and responsibilities made it easy to plan for the Headmaster, and yet he was wrong. He had been wrong.
He had faced many a thorn over the years, many had tried to stand in his way, and yet none of them had harmed his plans more than the boy named Alder Evans.
He was a nobody. A mudblood born to an insignificant family, and yet just his mere existence had forced him on the backfoot as the boy derailed years upon years of work, all because of his sheer interference.
He was forced to reveal himself years before he had planned to, and though he had adapted well to changing the circumstances, the little pest continued to interfere, and now he had even struck back at him even after Voldemort had taught him quite a lesson.
But no more.
The boy needed to die, and Voldemort would make sure of that now. The Ministry had tried to hide him, thinking that their wards and men could keep him safe but they failed to see the scale of his influence.
Thousands flocked to him to share his power, to curry favor with him just so they could feel valued and his influence reached beyond the walls of the Ministry. They may have neutralised most of the agents embedded in their ranks, but the Ministry was just one source of his information.
His eyes and ears were everywhere.
"Bombarda..." he whispered, as his men terrorised the village, around him as he tore away the entire front of the place where it had all began.
Rubble filles his eyes, and the roof blocked him from seeing further, and so he moved his wand and tore it up, as a voice reached his ears.
"Lily! Lily!" and it was his voice. The voice of that insufferable bastard who had struck back at him twice now.
"She is fine," someone answered, and an old man stood to the side, holding in his arms, and she must be his sister, and somehow he had managed to protect himself from his attack.
"But not for long," Tom promised. As soon as he was done dealing with this eyesore, he would destroy his entire family. He would make an example out of them to make sure that none would ever dare to defy him again.
"Tom," the boy uttered, as their eyes and his face still carried the scars from their last meeting, and his eyes were filled with hatred, yet he refused to back down.
"It's time to end this," Tom whispered as he moved his wand as fast as he could.
"Avada Kedavra..."
"Tempest," and he had gotten faster, as their spells clashed in midair, and blew away all the rubble.
Green met blue, as lightning arched everywhere, as Voldemort twisted his wand in rage as his spell began to push forward, and though he may have gotten a bit stronger, he was still more powerful than him.
And just as he was about to overpower him completely, some of the rubble suddenly flew towards him, forcing him to let go, as he blasted them all away with a single wave of his wand.
"Lumos Solaris!" and Voldemort was forced to squint his eyes, as a damning light erupted from the torn-up inn.
"Tempest," he heard from behind, and turned around and caught the lightning strike with his wand.
"You seem to be rather fond of this spell," and the boy had apparated to the roof behind him.
"You can have it back," and he shot it back towards him, and the boy jumped away in surprise, as fighting broke out all over town.
BOOOM!
The roof exploded, and he aimed his wand at the boy once more.
"Avada Kedavra..." and the green spell rushed out of his wand, as the boy whispered.
"Papillions!" and there was not time for him to apparate and yet suddenly a horde of butterflies appeared around him, and his spell was intercepted by one of them as the bastard twisted his wand the next second, as all of them were transfigured into glass shards as he sent them flying towards him.
"AGHHH!" Voldemort roared in rage, as he erected a shield infront of him and the glass shards were all destroyed in the blink of an eye, as the bastard raised his wand once more.
"Lumos Solaris..." and he squinted his eyes in anticipation, and yet the bright glare never came as he realised the bait and hurled a massive torrent of fire towards him in absolute fury.
"Incensus!" and a fire dragon burst out of his wand and rushed towards the boy, threatening to devour him whole, and yet the bastard boy did not run away, and Voldemort noticed the thin chill escape his lips.
"Nifelheim!"
CRACK
And the dragon itself froze in mid-air, and it was an ancient spell. One which was extremely complex, and yet the boy had mastered it at such a level, and his talent had been no lie.
It was why Voldemort had offered him a place beside him, and yet he had refused.
"You should have accepted my offer," he raged as he tore down the ice figure in a single wave of his wand, and then sent all the pieces towards the green-eyed boy.
"Did you like the gift I left for you, Tom?" and the boy cast a golden shield which began to crack at once, as he increased the intensity of the attack, and the rage made his blood boil as he twisted his wand.
CRING!
And the entire shield was blown apart, and he saw the bastard boy try to apparate away once more, yet those eyes widened when he failed.
"AGHHH!" The shards of ice tore at his skin before he cast his spell from before once more.
"Papillons," and a thousand butterflies surrounded him once more, yet they were no match for the cloud of shards coming for them, as their dead bodies began to pile on the ground.
"Tempest," he shot again, and lightning raced towards him, and Voldemort simply pushed it away.
"AGHHHH!" and another shop was blown apart as screams filled the streets of Hogsmeade once more.
"Avada Kedvara," he shouted, and the spell rushed past the arching lightning, and Voldemort smiled in victory, and yet instead of hitting the boy, it simply passed through him, as the boy's body dissolved into mist.
"AGHHHHH!" and he raged in fury, as he turned his wand towards the shop, and tore it apart with a single twist of his wand, and yet the boy was gone.
"Show yourself, you coward," he screamed, and yet the boy did not dare to show his face.
"Says the man who uses a different name," his voice echoed as Voldemort lowered himself to the ground.
"You dare accuse Lord Voldemort of being afraid!" he raged, and he tore away another shop, and yet there was no sign of him.
"I am not accusing you of anything, Tom," and once more he dared to use that name.
"I gave up that name years ago," and the boy had hidden himself well, and he grew tired of searching for him.
"You call me a coward, and yet it is you who hides away like a rat!" he taunted as a loud sound came from the side.
Voldemort turned around and cast himself a shield, and yet, much to his surprise, no spell hit his shield, as he felt pain tear through his shoulder.
"AGHHH!" he grunted out in pain, and the realization came in but a second as he was filled with rage.
"You dare use that muggle filth against me!" and then he shot at him once more from another side, and he waved his wand in sheer rage.
"AGHHHHHH!" and the entire row of shops and houses was cut apart, as he found him again hidden inside one of the shops, and suddenly he realised his plan.
He was using his animagus form to fly in between Houses, but it was over now.
"Avada Kedavra!" he screamed, and the green light raced towards him once more, and this time he was not fast enough to block or get away, and victory was his finally when suddenly three shouts cut through his victory.
"Tempest!"
"Tempest!"
"Tempest!"
And blue lightning raced towards his spell from three directions, and he looked up to see the faces of the three who would dare to defy him. He recognised one of them as the boy's sister, and yet the others were one.
"Get away from him," the boy wore glasses, and he was the one Bella was supposed to handle, and yet she had failed him again, just like the rest of his followers.
Disappointing. So, disappointing.
"ENOUGH!" he raged, and a thick wave of magic rushed off of him, and tore through the entire town.
BANG! BOOOOOOM!
Darkness oozed off of him as he raised his wand and used his trump card. One he had preserved for his next duel with the Headmaster, and yet now here he was being forced to use it for a bunch of annoying children.
It was humiliating, and yet such was the uselessness of his followers. Bella, whom he had thought was different, had lost to a pair of children.
Children!
And suddenly, he felt the anti-apparition wards he had put around the village break, as Aurors began to apparate into Hogsmeade by the dozen, and repel his forces.
"AGHHH!" "HELPS US, MY LORD!" "HELP!"
They begged, as Voldemort seethed in his rage and closed his eyes as he called out.
"COME!" he ordered, as his tongue changed and he used the language of his ancestors.
"IT IS TIME!" and it pained him to use it here, but he had no choice now.
"As you say, master," and so the ground shook as the Aurors began to surround him.
"ATTACK! ATTACK!" they shouted, yet their attacks failed to get past his shield as he rose into the skies, before the ground itself began to move.
"COME AND DEVOUR THEM ALL SALAZAR'S LEGACY!"
And with that order, the giant basilisk tore the ground under the Auror's feet and swallowed them whole, as it sprang up from the ground, amidst screams and wails of horror and awe.
He turned towards the muggle-born boy, watching it all in horror as he smiled.
"See now. This is the result of your defiance..."
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