(AN: Leave a comment and a review, your feedback helps me a lot.)
If you want to support me and read ahead!
Patrë-on.com/Se7enX
Yeah! Here's the new chapter!
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Inside the magical dome, Harry and Voldemort kept a firm grip on their wands, as if their hands were bound by invisible chains. Neither of them intended to yield in this contest, knowing just how decisive — and fatal — it was.
"Urgh," Harry grunted, feeling as though his entire body were submerged in a boiling ocean of magic.
His hands trembled slightly, but his gaze remained steady and defiant.
On the other side, Voldemort gave a low snarl, scarlet eyes narrowing with rage. Since the dome had appeared, he had been trying to break the Priori Incantatem connection, but it was like fighting against reality itself.
Every push of his wand was returned with double the force — a battle that was not only about magic, but something deeper.
'You're just a weak boy… so why is this happening again?!' he thought, irritated and even slightly humiliated.
The mystical barrier that held them as if in a dueling ring pulsed rhythmically. The golden beam between their wands grew more and more intense as time passed.
But then, suddenly and inexplicably, something changed.
Harry's wand began to vibrate at a different frequency. He didn't know how or why, but something inside him seemed to be reacting to Voldemort's magical aggression — responding with pure, raw power.
And at that moment, the true effect of Priori Incantatem revealed itself… and the figures began to appear.
First, a whispered murmur echoed inside the dome. Then, the figure of a man slowly emerged from Voldemort's wand — pale and ethereal, like a ghost.
Soon, other spirits revealed themselves as well. Men and women, old and young — all sharing the same ghostly appearance and the same determined expression.
Seeing these people emerge from his wand, looking at him with fearless, defiant eyes, Voldemort involuntarily stepped back.
He recognized some of them, having once seen their lifeless, cold bodies lying before him.
"How…?!" he muttered, stunned.
His shock and fear made his grip on his wand falter for a moment, causing a brief but noticeable flicker in the golden beam.
It seemed that this fleeting moment of weakness was enough to put him at a disadvantage against Harry.
'NO!' Voldemort roared inwardly, now using his other hand to grip his wand as well.
But the wrathful spirits would not let him recover.
The moment they saw that the Dark Lord had been shaken by their presence, they decided they would not let him win this magical struggle.
There were many spirits floating within the dome — more than a dozen. This was proof that the number of lives claimed by Voldemort's bone-white wand was immense.
And this was probably not even half of them.
These more than ten spirits then split up — most of them moving toward Voldemort to hinder him, while the rest calmly approached Harry.
"Stay away from me!" Voldemort shouted, but his voice came out weak, muffled by the hum of the golden glow.
While Voldemort faced those he had once slain, Harry was also in a tense moment. His eyes were wide, fixed on the approaching spirits.
But the reason for his shock was different from Voldemort's.
While the Dark Lord was stunned, fearful, and panicked, Harry was surprised, confused… and happy.
It wasn't normal to feel happy at the sight of dead spirits, but the ones the green-eyed boy was seeing were not just any spirits.
They were a man with messy black hair and glasses, and a beautiful woman with green eyes and red hair.
These two were the ones he had longed for every single day and night since he was left on the doorstep of his hateful relatives.
James and Lily Potter… his parents.
'This… They… I…' the poor boy's mind froze, collapsing under the weight of his emotions.
James, seeing his son's stunned expression and slightly teary eyes, stepped forward, approaching him with a calm smile.
"Hold on tight, Harry," he said, placing his spectral hand on the boy's shoulder, "It's almost over."
-----------------
Outside, the Death Eaters still watched the enigmatic and mystical duel, frozen in place. Awed and bewildered expressions marked their masked faces.
I, however, had already stopped paying attention to the duel between the two hyphenated-title wizards.
My gaze shifted to the dark wizards around me, a cold and dangerous light gleaming in my eyes.
'This time, I'm going to make sure I take at least one of you down... and ensure you never get back up' I thought, feeling my most animalistic and violent instincts emerge.
Apparently, the killing intent leaking from me was stronger than I had expected, because some of the Death Eaters stopped watching their master's duel and turned toward me with wary looks.
"Hmph…" I snorted in disdain.
I didn't care that they were now focused on me. I never intended to attack them stealthily anyway.
Focused, my instincts once again on high alert, I gripped my wand tightly. Purple sparks began to flicker at its tip.
Lucius, who had never completely taken his eyes off me, saw my small gesture.
And upon seeing that a spell was ready at my wand's tip, moments from being cast, he became alarmed.
"Careful!" he shouted, warning his comrades.
Those already watching me immediately raised their wands, entering battle stances once more.
The remaining Death Eaters were snapped out of their daze by Malfoy's shout. Their years of war-trained instincts kicked in, making them prepare as well.
"Heh," seeing this, I only smiled dangerously.
Raising my arm, I cast a spell quickly and decisively.
"{Lacerare Trio}!"
Three purple bolts shot from my wand, slicing diagonally through the air like magical claws made of electric blades.
My target? Obviously, it was still Theo's father.
Nott, my greatest victim in the battle so far, wasn't completely distracted either. Knowing I could — and likely would — attack him at any moment, he had already prepared to conjure a shield at the slightest sign of danger.
"{Protego}!" he exclaimed, a translucent blue barrier appearing in front of him.
"{Diffindo}! {Repulso}! {Confringo}!" Seeing him defend, I followed up with more spells.
"Come on! Take down this brat!"
"Yeah, kill him!"
Two Death Eaters — a man and a woman I assumed were the Carrow siblings due to their similar magic — shouted, prompting the other dark wizards to act.
"{Osseaignus}!"
"{Crucio}!"
"{Avada Kedavra}!"
With these dark spells being cast — two of them among the deadliest Unforgivable Curses —, I realized these wizards and witches were no longer holding back.
However, now that I no longer intended to destroy the graveyard, I could focus my attacks entirely on them — meaning, unfortunately for them, that I would also stop holding back.
Pointing my wand downward, a black mist flowed from its tip, seeping into the ground as if the graveyard itself were breathing it in.
*Rumble!*
In an instant, the ground began to shake. From the muddy, barren soil, skeletal, claw-like hands tore through the earth.
Hands became arms, arms gave way to skulls and ribcages, and at last, legs climbed their way free. Slowly, climbing out of their own graves, dozens of skeletons emerged, dragging themselves free of the ground and shaking off the clinging dirt.
They had a filthy, grotesque appearance — some still having scraps of decayed flesh and tattered old clothes on their "bodies".
They moved stiffly, unnaturally. With each step, sickening sounds of bones knocking and joints popping echoed.
"This…" the Death Eaters stared in shock at the undead skeletons.
From their perspective, casting such magic demanded years of mastery and a profound understanding of the dark arts. And although I was a talented and powerful boy, to them I was still just that... a boy.
But what they didn't know was that this wasn't necromancy — in fact, this magic was an animation and control spell that was based on a fusion of Charms and Transfiguration.
I might not share the same prejudice opnion against dark magic as others, but I firmly refused to use those that desecrated life and death.
"Fuck!" a Death Eater swore under his breath, feeling a shiver as he looked at the new guests.
Seeing the surprised and slightly fearful looks on the dark wizards' faces, I felt a small satisfaction.
Then, slowly — and almost dramatically — I raised my wand, before pointing it at my opponents.
"Now… attack," I commanded.
And with that simple phrase, the dozens of skeletons immediately charged forward with wild, relentless ferocity toward the Death Eaters.
End.
----------------------------------------------------------------------