Potter Estate...
Voldemort raised his wand first, hatred dripping from every pore.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A flash of green tore through the battlefield—
But Leo didn't even blink. With a flick of his wand,
He summoned a crimson barrier shaped like a closed wing.
The killing curse splashed against it and dissolved into sparks.
When the barrier vanished it revels a wings shaped stone.
Which acted as a medium to take on the killing curse.
"That's it?"
Leo said lazily, cracking his neck.
"That's your opener? Even first-years get more creative."
Voldemort's teeth gnashed.
"Sectumsempra!"
Leo spun gracefully, the air shimmering around him.
The dark invisible slicing spell curved mid-air—
And Leo easily defelected it back to Voldemort using his wand.
SLASH!
Voldemort twisted just in time—
The cursed magic grazed his side, tearing his robe open. Blood dripped.
But soon replaced by dark smoke when it vanishes the wound too.
"You're bleeding, Tom,"
Leo smirked.
Smirk~
"That's the problem with using magic born of hate. It always cuts both ways."
Meanwhile onlookers around the battle,
A group of Potters, wands raised to defend their kin, stood stunned.
"Merlin's beard…"
Whispered one of the elder Potters.
"He's not even breaking a sweat,"
Said another.
"He's toying with him."
Moody, wide-eyed, grunted.
"No matter what... This is… this is something else entirely."
The Aurors around him murmured in agreement, momentarily pausing in their own battles to watch the impossible.
Furious, Voldemort launched a rapid-fire volley:
"Confringo!" (Blasting Curse)
"Fiendfyre!" (Cursed Hellfire)
"Crucio!" (Torture Curse)
A flaming serpent coiled from his wand, accompanied by violent shockwaves and a searing wave of pain-laced magic.
Leo whistled.
Whitle~
"Finally. I was worried you'd forgotten how to duel."
He raised his wand high—
A shimmering aegis of silver flame consumed the Fiendfyre.
A single word—
"Shock Totalis"—
absorbed the Blasting Curse.
And with a cruel smile, Leo walked through the Crucio like it was warm rain.
"Let me return the favor."
Leo flicked his wand.
"Tempestas Reversio."
The wind howled.
Every ounce of dark magic Voldemort had hurled was reversed, exploding behind him in a vortex of his own destruction.
He screamed as his own flames bit into his cloak, sending him staggering backward.
Meanwhile,
Dracula, watching from the tree line, smirked.
"That's my son-in-law."
After Leo left he has pestered Eileen and others to take him to the battlefield so he could witness Leo fight.
They arrived here even before Leo arrived here.
After waiting for some time finally Leo showed up and dealing with the dead eaters like this.
Is simply asking the fanboy in Dracula's heart to scream out like he was watching an excited football match.
Bellatrix, arms crossed, smirked.
Smirk~
"No one humiliates a Dark Lord quite like my boyfriend."
Jonny, jaw dropped.
But his eyes were shinning and twinkiling with stars.
"He made him eat his own spells! Cool!"
Even Minister Jenkins, watching through a scrying orb at the Ministry, muttered to herself,
Chuckle~
"If I didn't know better, I'd say Leo wrote the damn textbook Voldemort studied from."
Voldemort, ragged and gasping, tried one last desperate spell to call all the death eaters here and try to intimidate Leo:
"Morsmordre!"
The Dark Mark burst into the sky—
Leo sliced it apart with a glowing arc of light magic, leaving behind a trail of sunlight.
"Let me fix that ugly sky tattoo for you,"
Leo mocked him with a evil grin plaster on his face.
Which gives something very wrong feeling to Voldemort.
"Here—how about something more honest?"
He waved his wand again.
The Dark Mark was replaced with:
"Tom Riddle's Ego Funeral – Sponsored by Morningstar™"
Laughter erupted across the battlefield.
Voldemort stared at the message with wide eyes—
Then screamed and charged.
Too late.
"Finis Noctis." (End of Night)
Leo's spell struck home—
A wave of radiant light blasted Voldemort off his feet and knocked him out several feet afar, slamming him into the mud.
His wand spun uselessly beside him.
Silence fell.
Leo was confused why hasn't Voldemort used his flight magic and any other complicated spells at him.
But he underestimated how much Voldemort's brain is affected by him.
In his presence Voldemort is stiffned and started to loose himself and the spells he was casting become narrow due to the PTSD he was suffering.
"____"
"____"
"____"
For a moment, the entire battlefield was quiet.
Then the Potters began cheering.
The Aurors let out cries of victory.
Dead Eaters still standing? Ran.
The rest surrendered in absolute fear.
And Leo? He simply brushed off his coat, looked up, and said—
"Alright. Who's next?"
The battlefield had fallen into a stunned silence—
Broken only by the distant moans of the injured and the occasional groan of a collapsing Death Eater.
Suddenly,
From where he lay beaten and smoking,
Voldemort began to laugh—
Not the cold, composed laughter of a dark genius, but the unhinged cackle of a man spiraling into madness.
"HA… HAHAHAAH… YOU FOOL, MORNINGSTAR!"
He turned his head slowly toward Leo, eyes blazing with the mad certainty of a man who believed he was a god.
"YOU CANNOT KILL ME! I AM IMMORTAL! THERE IS NO DEATH FOR ME!"
His laughter echoed across the ruined Potter estate.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth which soon turned to dark mist and vanished, his robes scorched, but that grin never left his face.
Grin~
Leo, unmoved, simply looked at him—
Calm, unreadable.
"Immortal, huh?"
He murmured under his breath.
"You've been reading your own press too much, Tom."
He knew.
Leo didn't need to confirm anything aloud—
But based on Voldemort's speech and timeline and arrogance, Horcruxes were certainly at play.
Three or four, by this point in the timeline—Leo could guess them:
The diary from Ginny's first year.
Marvolo Gaunt's ring he created at the age 15 using the death of Tom Riddel's Father,
The Riddle's personal diary he created at the age 16 using the death of Moaning Myrtle.
And perhaps the locket that once belonged to Salazar Slytherin.
Or Hufflepuff cup, Or Ravenclaw's Diadam.
He was not clear but he was sure he could find it and solve it easily.
But Leo said nothing.
"____"
No smug taunt. No revelation.
Because he had a plan.
Voldemort stood slowly, bones cracking, dark magic healing his wounds grotesquely.
He raised his hand.
His form twisted, blurred—
And in the blink of an eye, he became black smoke, soaring skyward like a vengeful wraith.
The Death Eaters looked on in horror, abandoned by the very man they revered.
"____"
"____"
"H-He left us!"
"The Dark Lord… ran…?"
Aurors were ready to strike, but Leo raised a hand, stopping them.
"Let him go,"
He said quietly.
"WHAT?! Are you mad?"
Moody bellowed.
"We've got him on the ropes!"
But Leo just gave him a sidelong glance.
"No, we have him exactly where we need him."
Deep down, only Leo and one other person knew the truth behind this decision.
FLASHBACK...
Gellert Grindelwald.
During their clandestine meetings—
Hidden from other ears, beyond Hogwarts wards—
Leo and Grindelwald had forged a plan.
Use Voldemort.
Use his desperation.
His belief in immortality.
His hunger to wipe out bloodlines, and the enemies of his ideology.
He would become the bait.
"The world needs to see what darkness truly looks like,"
Grindelwald had said.
"So that when the light answers, it does so with conviction."
Leo had agreed.
"And when the time is right… we'll pull the rug out from under him."
FLASHBACK ENDS...
So Leo watched Voldemort vanish into the clouds.
Behind Leo, the Potters gathered their wounded, mourning their dead, but cheering their savior.
Minister Jenkins, appearing via emergency Portkey, looked at Leo with quiet understanding.
"You let him go."
"I had to,"
Leo said.
"For the future and for the greater good it is necessary."
"You're playing a deep game."
"The deepest."
He didn't mention Grindelwald.
Or the long game they were now walking with fate.
The battle had ended.
Smoke drifted through the air like mourning veils, and the once grand Potter estate now bore deep scars—
Craters from spells, shattered walls, and burnt sigils that once formed the wards.
The grass was soaked in blood—
Both innocent and guilty.
Around the grounds, Aurors moved quietly, rounding up surviving Death Eaters,
Some weeping in fear, others hissing curses.
A few had managed to Apparate away, but many more had been caught—
Their limbs broken, their wands snapped.
And amidst it all…
The fallen.
Leo stood silently beside Minister Jenkins as they walked through the grim aftermath.
Each body covered in sheets, yet blood still seeped from underneath.
"So many Potters,"
She whispered, her voice hoarse.
A little boy cried in the arms of a wounded woman—
His mother, barely conscious.
Further ahead, a father clutched his teen son, unmoving.
The faces blurred, the grief overwhelming.
Then her eyes landed on him—
The head of the Potter family, sprawled in a broken heap near the estate steps.
His wand was still clutched in his hand, but his chest no longer rose and fell.
And that was when it happened.
The cold control she always held as Minister of Magic cracked—
Not with tears, but with anger.
"Damn you,"
she whispered, trembling.
"Damn you and your pride."
Leo glanced at her but didn't interrupt.
"____"
"I told him. I warned him. But no, he dismissed the Aurors—said he could handle it, that no Death Eater would dare touch the Potters..."
Her voice grew sharp.
"He sent them away. Sent them away, Leo. If they were here—if they stayed—do you know how many lives we could have saved?"
Leo nodded slowly.
Nod~
"I know."
Jenkins clenched her fists, biting back the urge to scream.
She wanted to yell at someone—
anyone.
But how could she rage at the grieving family? How could she scream at the children who lost their parents, at the women mourning their husbands?
So she swallowed it.
Every drop of fury.
Every spark of frustration.
But Leo saw it.
Her jaw locked tight.
Her shoulders stiff.
"He was a war hero,"
she muttered.
"But today, his arrogance made him a traitor to his own blood."
Leo looked back at the Potter head, and then to the bodies around him.
"Power often blinds people to their limits. Especially those who carry a name."
Jenkins nodded grimly.
Nod~
"His decisions led to this massacre. And history won't forget it."
She turned toward the nearest Auror.
"Double the patrols at every remaining high-risk wizarding household. I want reports on every family with known Death Eater targets. I want Leo on the list of unrestricted responders. No approvals needed."
The Auror saluted and vanished.
For a moment, Leo and Jenkins stood side by side, looking out over the broken estate.
"So many deaths,"
Jenkins whispered.
"And the war is just starting."
Leo reached into his coat and pulled out a small vial—one filled with faint, golden mist.
"Then let's make sure they didn't die for nothing."
Jenkins stared at the potion.
"That's…?"
Leo nodded.
Nod~
"One of the rewards. But not for me. For the ones we can still save."
Jenkins didn't say anything.
She just nodded, eyes sharp with renewed resolve.
Nod~
The screams had faded.
The duels were over.
But pain lingered like smoke.
Across the battlefield, injured survivors—
children, mothers, Aurors—
groaned or wept in silence, huddled in corners, bloodied and broken.
The air was thick with grief.
Leo walked among them, his steps steady, his gaze calm.
Then he saw her—
A young girl, no older than eight, clutching her mother,
Who lay barely conscious on the ground, her robes soaked in blood, a wand snapped in half beside her.
The girl didn't speak. She just shook, her face buried in her mother's chest, whispering,
"Don't go… please… mummy, don't go…"
Leo's heart clenched.
Without a word, he knelt beside them.
Gently, he slid his arms under the wounded mother, lifting her like she weighed nothing.
The girl gasped in surprise, looking up at him with teary eyes.
"It's alright,"
Leo said softly, voice like a warm blanket in the cold.
"She's going to be okay."
He carried both of them to a small clearing where the other injured were being gathered—
A circle of quiet agony.
He set the mother down gently and motioned for the girl to stay close.
Then Leo reached into his coat and drew the glass vial—
Slender, ornate, filled with golden swirling mist, humming with energy.
Around him, battered Aurors, burned Potter family members,
And even a few stunned Healers looked on with uncertainty.
Leo didn't say anything.
He simply threw the vial to the ground.
The glass shattered with a soft chime, and the golden mist exploded upward,
Then swirled outward in a wave, coating the wounded like warm sunlight.
Cries of pain faded.
Cuts began to close.
Broken limbs straightened.
Blood vanished as torn skin knit back together.
Gasps of disbelief echoed.
Aurors stared at their arms—
Whole again.
A witch blinked as her once-blinded eyes saw color.
The little girl's mother awoke with a start—
Her wounds gone, her breathing steady.
"Mummy!"
The girl shouted, hugging her again, crying—
But this time, from joy.
Leo remained silent, watching the golden mist slowly dissipate into the air like a dream.
Dozens of survivors stood—
Or sat—
Stunned, tears welling in their eyes as they realized…
They had been saved.
Minister Jenkins, who had been watching from a short distance, walked up behind Leo.
"What… was that?"
Leo turned to her.
"It's Healing mist which was created by Severus."
He paused.
"And glad it worked out."
Jenkins looked at him for a long moment, then gave a small nod.
Nod~
She was shocked to hear a 6th year Hogward's student has invented something this beautiful.
"You just saved lives that even St. Mungo's couldn't have."
Leo looked back toward the circle of survivors now being helped up.
"They've lost enough. We don't need more graves today."
A soft chime echoed in Leo's mind—
One only he could hear.
[DING...]
[🔔 Emergency Task Complete:
"Crush Voldemort's Forces and Prevent Mass Casualties at the Potter Estate."
✅ Objective Achieved.
🎁 Reward Unlocked: Muggle to Wizard Transformation Potion – Complete Recipe.
Note: Rare and ancient alchemy. Use with caution.]
Leo's eyes flickered.
'Hehe… This is a game changer.'
The mythical potion—
Which is a dream for many ancient potion brewers who tried to create it but failed miserably.
Many truned dark even gone crazy but still couldn't succeed in creating it.
A potion that could awaken latent magical potential in true Muggles,
Giving them the gift of magic…
But only if their bodies and souls were strong enough to survive the transformation.
Leo didn't smile.
But he knew one person he trusted enough to try it first—Jonny.
He had always believed he could be a good wizard.
And maybe, just maybe, with this… he could give others like her a second chance.
'Thank you, system,'
Leo thought silently.
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