Knockturn Alley...
Ash and smoke choked the air as Leo stepped over a pile of unconscious bodies—
The squad trailing behind him, robes torn, faces streaked with soot.
Knockturn Alley, a den of dark dealings and corruption, had become a battlefield.
Shattered windows.
Burned-out doors.
The cobblestones were slick with blood and potion residue.
Leo had just finished binding the last resisting dark wizard with a conjured silver chain when—
Growls.
GRRRRR!
Dozens of them.
From every alleyway, rooftop, and broken store came werewolves—
At least fifty, surrounding him like circling predators.
Their eyes glowed—
Not with madness, but with awareness.
These weren't beasts under the full moon's thrall… they were sane, and they had chosen their side.
"____"
"____"
"____"
The squad of Aurors accompanying Leo tightened ranks.
Spells flew behind him as another group of dark wizards attacked from hidden positions,
Their homes and shops suddenly became bunkers of resistance.
Leo raised a hand, stepping forward.
"I don't want to kill any of you,"
He said, voice calm but edged with power.
"You're not monsters—not yet. A potion to cure lycanthropy is coming. I will make it free for all. You don't have to live like this anymore."
But the werewolves didn't flinch.
One snarled back, revealing bloodstained teeth.
"We like how we live,"
He growled.
"We don't want a cure. We want to watch this world BURN."
A second later, he lunged.
"____"
Leo didn't hesitate.
His right foot shot out,
CRACK!—
The lunging werewolf was launched backwards, smashing into a wall.
BOOOOM!
Another came at him from the right.
Leo's wand moved with blinding speed.
"Sectum Centauri!"
A silver-and-blue arc of light carved through the air—
Slicing the attacker in half with a metallic shriek as if the air itself had been torn.
The Letifold—
draped like a clock on Leo's shoulders—
hissed.
It sensed the malice.
It unravelled in a blur of black death, slithering into the shadows and becoming one with the darkness.
Then—
SCCCRRREEEEE!
Screams echoed from the far side of the alley.
One werewolf was dragged into the shadows—
His scream cut off with a wet snap.
Another tried to run—
But the Letifold wrapped around his throat, crushing it like a vice before slamming him against the wall, leaving only a smear of blood.
It became a horror movie—
Figures vanishing into the dark, only for gory remains to fall seconds later.
Meanwhile,
Three wolves charged at Leo at once.
"Infractus!"
– A deep crimson spiral exploded from his wand, shattering the front leg of the closest werewolf.
"Fulminis Stratus!"
– From his wand, a purple lightning arc slammed into a second, electrocuting it mid-air before sending it into a shopfront.
"Verdantis Vinea!"
– Green vines with glowing thorns erupted from the ground, ensnaring the third attacker, piercing through its limbs and pinning it screaming to a wall.
Leo danced between them like a master swordsman, twirling his wand in his hand.
Blood misted the air.
Behind him,
Aurors fought to survive—
But it was Leo who carved through the werewolves like a storm of judgment.
"Obscuro Explodus!"
– A black orb exploded in the centre of the remaining werewolf group, sucking in air, rubble, and creatures alike before erupting in a silent flash—
Leaving only scorched stone behind.
One last werewolf tried to crawl away.
"____"
Leo approached him slowly, eyes cold.
"I gave you a choice."
"Somnus Aeternum."
– A soft silver mist drifted from his wand and settled over the werewolf's face—
His body slumped into eternal sleep, painless but final.
Letifold slithered back to Leo, blood-soaked and twitching with delight, curling around his shoulders like a satisfied predator.
Behind him, Aurors slowly began regrouping—
Breathing hard, shaken but victorious.
Leo looked over the carnage.
Fifty werewolves.
Dozens of dark wizards.
All down.
Diagon Alley...
Cauldron & Charms Apothecary...
Chime~
The bell above the door gave a cheerful chime—
Mocking in the tense silence—
As it announced the arrival of nearly 150 dark figures into the Cauldron and Charms Apothecary.
The air inside turned heavy, the warm herbal scent of the shop clashing violently with the intent that seeped in like a poisonous fog.
Behind the counter,
Eileen Morningstar stood, her apron slightly dusted with crushed thyme and powdered bicorn horn.
She had been measuring out ingredients moments ago,
But the sudden drop in temperature and shift in atmosphere made her pause.
"____"
Her eyes—
Calm yet sharp like obsidian—
Swept over the group.
Werewolves with half-glazed yellow eyes, vampires hiding under shadowed cloaks, and wizards from all corners of the globe, all with wands or claws ready.
She didn't blink.
She simply leaned forward on the counter with folded hands and asked in a smooth tone,
"Can I help you?"
Her voice was a whisper of a blade unsheathing.
"____"
"____"
"____"
The crowd remained silent for a beat, unnerved—
Not by her question,
But by the sound of rubber squeaking from the back of the store.
Mr. Mime, the humanoid Pokémon with its eerie fixed grin and blank white eyes, had been cheerfully mopping the floor until the scent of hostile intent wafted into his senses.
His pink-and-white form froze mid-motion.
Then, slowly, deliberately, he turned toward them.
The mop in his hand dropped with a thud.
THUD.
His smile remained unchanged, but his eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
A vampire from the back of the crowd whispered,
"Is that... is that the one who—?"
"Yes,"
Muttered another.
"The one who knocked out the Dark Lord... with a punch."
Still, numbers gave them courage.
One of the foreign dark wizards stepped forward with a sneer.
Sneer~
"You will come with us, Mrs. Morningstar. No resistance, and we won't burn this little potion shack to the ground."
Eileen didn't move.
"You're mistaken if you think I'm the one in danger here."
Mr. Mime's hands began to glow—
A flickering Psychic aura swirling violet and blue around his stubby fingers.
Suddenly—
"PSYCHIC."
With a flick of his palm, an invisible force hit the lead wizard like a hammer, slamming him against the ceiling before throwing him out of the store through the same door he entered, shattering the glass of the store that he hit.
Panic rose like wildfire.
A werewolf charged—
But stopped halfway, screaming, as his body twisted in midair, arms and bones bending in ways they shouldn't. Mr. Mime hadn't even moved his feet—
He was just pointing.
Another vampire hurled a red spell—
Confringo!—
But before it reached the shop, it rebounded like it hit a wall, reflecting the blast backwards.
It exploded, taking out several others behind him.
The store shook as the ground cracked.
Out from the back door came Putinia—
her wild black hair flowing.
Dressed in casual robes stained with ink and powdered roots,
She didn't look like a threat... until she extended her wand.
"Entangulus Herbae!"
She cast, her voice ringing with crisp intent.
Dozens of thorny vines exploded through the floorboards like a sea of writhing tentacles, grabbing ankles, legs, and torsos.
Screams echoed as werewolves were dragged down, their limbs bound and squeezed with brutal strength.
Eileen, now calm but cold, tapped her wand against the counter.
"Tempestus Glacium."
A wave of sub-zero air burst from the counter, sweeping across the invaders.
Frost bloomed instantly across clothes and flesh;
Several vampires froze in place, statues of biting cold, as others stumbled back toward the doorway, teeth chattering.
Mr. Mime stepped forward, both hands glowing brighter—
Now preparing the Barrier.
Hexagonal shields snapped into place, locking the entire store and preventing anyone from entering or fleeing.
Then Eileen gave the final word.
"Mr. Mime. You may cleanse the shop."
"MIME!"
And he unleashed hell.
A combination of Psychic,
Double Slap and reality-bending illusions twisted the room into a house of madness.
Walls bent.
They couldn't tell what was real anymore.
Putinia, humming cheerfully now, conjured another set of twisting vines and flung a vampire across the room like a doll.
She whispered as she cast,
"You chose the wrong house..."
Outside, Diagon Alley watched in terror as screams echoed from the apothecary.
It was not the first time, but each time it comes, that means the wizarding world is changing drastically.
"____"
And when silence returned—
Twenty minutes later...
Not one attacker stood.
All were either unconscious, wrapped in vines, frozen, or twitching on the floor with eyes wide from mental collapse.
Inside the quiet shop, Mr. Mime had gone back to cleaning the floor with a mop.
Eileen simply adjusted her apron and said to Putinia,
"Let's restock the sleeping draughts. We're running low again."
Putinia smiled.
"I'll make tea."
And the bell above the door gave a happy chime once again.
While Mr. Mime threw the attackers out of the shop like it was throwing a trash after cleaning.
The shop is returned to normal damages if they were any were repaired automatically since it was under its protection.
Meanwhile,
Just outside the apothecary, the quiet of Diagon Alley twisted again into tension.
The air rippled as Hagoromo Gitsune and the Witch Sisters—
Returned from their evening stroll,
Each holding a paper-wrapped bag of roasted chestnuts.
The witch sisters laughed softly, enjoying the breeze, until they turned the corner and froze.
"____"
"____"
"____"
A group of nearly thirty robed wizards stood outside Cauldron and Charms Apothecary, their wands gripped tightly.
Their eyes locked on the new arrivals—
And the barrier around the store shimmered in recognition.
That shimmering light—
Translucent, flickering hexagons—
They were all familiar to them.
"…Mr. Mime's work,"
Muttered one of the witch sisters, Hildie.
"____"
Gitsune's amber eyes narrowed.
"Which means someone dared to try and attack our shop."
The wizards, upon recognising her, hissed and raised their wands.
They only knew half the story.
To them,
Hagoromo Gitsune was just another witch wife of Leo Morningstar—
Maybe powerful, maybe exotic, but ultimately human.
An opportunity.
"Take her!"
One of them barked.
"Leo's second wife—if we capture her, he'll fold!"
A dozen spells fired simultaneously.
BOOM!
The smoke from the first volley cleared.
Hagoromo Gitsune hadn't moved.
The spells had stopped inches from her body—
Hovering, stuck in mid-air like trapped flies.
Her paper bag of chestnuts still in hand, she slowly raised her other hand.
Her long, curved fingernails shimmered black under the alley's lanterns.
She smiled.
But it was not the smile of a human.
It was the smile of a predator.
"____"
From behind her, black, serpentine fox tails—
Nine in total—
Emerged from nothingness, curling and coiling in the air.
Their tips glimmered with shadows deeper than night.
The very ground trembled.
The Witch Sisters took a step back instinctively, lowering their heads—
Not in fear, but respect.
"You think I am just a witch..."
She murmured, her voice echoing with an ancient, otherworldly timbre.
"...and now, you will learn."
The wizards tried to react.
Too late.
SHHHHHK!
In a flash—
Barely visible—
Her tail shot forward.
Black spears of yokai energy pierced straight through the chests, necks, and skulls of the first dozen enemies.
No screams.
Only wet silence as blood misted into the cold night air.
One tried to disappear—
He was sliced in half before he could vanish, his body falling into pieces.
Another turned to run and was dragged backwards by a single tail through the cobbled alley, his body folding unnaturally as bones shattered.
"Do you not know who I am?"
Gitsune whispered, now floating a few inches above the ground.
Her eyes glowed golden, pupils slitted.
"I am the mother of all darkness in the East. The fox who consumed a thousand souls and lived for centuries. In my world, kings trembled. And you... You're insects."
Five more were impaled mid-air, tails twisting through bodies like threads through cloth, lifting them up like grotesque banners.
The survivors finally dropped their wands and began to scream.
"PLEASE—WAIT—"
But Gitsune was no longer listening.
She raised her palm.
A black flame ignited in her hand.
Foxfire. Ancient, divine.
It consumed not only flesh but also the soul.
She whispered.
"Kuro Homura."
The flame expanded outward like a dome, engulfing the remaining attackers.
No bodies remained.
Only ash.
Silence returned.
"____"
Gitsune exhaled slowly, her tails folding neatly behind her.
She brushed imaginary dust from her robe and handed her chestnut bag to the Beatie, who received it with a knowing smile.
One of the Witch Sisters, Heldie, whispered,
"Well... that escalated quickly."
Gitsune replied calmly,
"Let them come. Let the whole world come. This shop is our den. And no one walks out unscathed."
Just then, the barrier flickered open with a soft pulse.
Mr. Mime peeked out from the side, mop in one hand, blinked at the pile of ash, and nodded in approval before returning inside.
"Mr.Mime... Mr.Mime...." (As expected of the lord's wife...)
And gave a thumbs up.
Gitsune stepped through the doors like a queen returning to her throne.
Black Manor...
A thick fog clung to the hills surrounding Black Manor.
The ancestral home of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.
Tonight, that changed.
It began with a betrayal.
A trusted friend of Orion Black—
A man who had long shared the family's firewhisky, who'd been invited to birthdays, duels, and solemn family vows—
Sold them out.
He passed along their location, bypass codes for the outer wards, and the precise time when the family would be most vulnerable.
During a quiet farewell gathering for this very friend.
Inside, Orion Black stood near the hearth, wrapping a velvet scarf around his wife Walburga's shoulders.
The air was warm with wine and the laughter of a rare family moment.
Their surviving kin—
Cygnus, Druella, and others from the house Black—
Mingled nearby.
The Black Sisters—
Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa—
They were absent, long ago excommunicated by themselves years ago.
Upstairs at Hogwarts, Sirius and Regulus remained unaware of the danger unfolding at home.
Then—
It happened.
A blast tore through the perimeter.
Wards shattered were bypassed,
An explosion of fire lit the sky above the manor.
The lights flickered.
Portraits howled.
Dark-robed wizards apparated directly onto the lawn.
Behind them came werewolves—
Snarling, unshackled monsters of muscle and fang.
And worst of all—vampires, their eyes glowing crimson in the fog, cloaks fluttering like wings, lips already stained with the scent of blood.
Orion's instincts screamed. He grabbed his wand. "Walburga, to the basement—"
Too late.
They were ambushed, caught just as they opened the main door to see off the betrayer.
Spells flew instantly.
"Protego Maxima!"
Orion roared, shielding his family as violet curses rained down.
But the attackers knew their home—
They aimed for blind spots, breached through old defensive gaps now useless due to treachery.
Walburga fought like a lioness, a wand in one hand, fire roaring from it.
She dropped a vampire with a blazing hex to the heart, screamed a spell that ripped the arm off a werewolf.
Cygnus Black and his wife fought shoulder-to-shoulder.
"Get to the east wing!"
Cygnus shouted.
But the numbers were too great.
Dozens upon dozens of enemies poured in.
The Black family, proud and powerful, was overrun.
Druella's scream pierced the night as a vampire lunged from above.
Cygnus retaliated by incinerating the creature mid-air, but more swarmed in.
Chaos consumed the once-immaculate halls.
On the front steps,
Orion Black and Walburga stood back to back, bloodied, robes torn, but still refusing to fall.
Their wands were blazing with fury.
Around them, bodies of enemies lay sprawled.
Then—
A shadow loomed.
A massive werewolf, larger than the rest, charged forward.
Orion cast a spell—
—But his wand was knocked away.
"NO!"
Walburga cried.
The beast leapt.
In one final act, Orion threw himself in front of his wife—
—and was torn open, his final spell lighting the sky in blinding silver just before he fell.
Walburga screamed, blasted the beast to pieces—
—but was struck from behind by a dark wizard's curse.
Eyes locked on her husband's body as she collapsed beside him.
The parents of the Black Sisters were slaughtered soon after.
Amid the horror,
Cygnus and his wife managed to escape, retreating through a hidden passage only the true bloodline knew.
Covered in blood, eyes hollow with shock, they disappeared into the night.
By the time the Aurors arrived, led by Ferric Tontic and a dozen elite fighters, the manor was already half-destroyed.
The battle between remaining attackers and the Aurors was fierce—
Explosions lit the countryside, and screams echoed from broken windows.
But in the end, the Aurors won.
Most of the dark wizards were killed.
The rest—
Fled.
The aftermath was grim.
Inside, they found the broken bodies of Orion and Walburga Black, still clutching their wands.
Blood soaked the family crest beneath them.
The grand Black Manor, once a bastion of power, stood charred and broken.
The news would reach Sirius and Regulus by morning.
The Black family had fallen.
Not by war—
But by betrayal.
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