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United States—
Inside the Oval Office...
Several presidents from around the world appeared on the large conference screen,
Their faces projected in sharp resolution as the secure video call linked them together.
The discussion was cold, calculated, and without a shred of hesitation.
They spoke of nuclear strikes—
Precision attacks on key regions where wizards lived openly or had claimed territory.
The reasoning was simple and brutal.
Since the magical community refused to come to the table for a fair negotiation,
They would face the consequences.
On their side,
They had already recruited a number of wizards willing to submit to government authority.
These defectors would handle the next generation of magical children, ensuring they grew up under strict state control.
As for the rest—
The already existing wizarding population—
They would deal with them the way they had dealt with so many before.
The same method they had used to seize lands and resources from countless peoples throughout history.
The same method they had used against the Native Americans: crush the culture, claim the land,
And then, standing over the graves, speak of "world peace" with rehearsed sincerity.
The silence that followed was heavy—
"____"
"____"
"____"
Less from doubt, and more from the grim unity in their decision.
In two days,
The decision was final.
The nuclear strike would take place simultaneously—
Coordinated precision across the globe—
Raining destruction on wizarding strongholds until not a single trace remained.
The objective was absolute eradication.
Not every nation agreed.
India, several African states, England, and a handful of others refused to take part in the slaughter.
But refusal didn't mean immunity.
Under mounting political pressure,
They were forced to sign a Treaty of Non-Disclosure, binding them to silence.
No warnings could be given to the wizarding world—
Not until the fire fell from the skies.
In the stark glow of the video conference screens,
The presidents and prime ministers sat in grim silence,
The weight of history pressing in on them.
This was not just war—
It was the beginning of an extermination.
A day later...
Both Muggle and wizarding families—
Relatives of Hogwarts students and Muggle-born wizards alike—
Began arriving in droves.
Parents, siblings, cousins, and even distant kin made the journey, their excitement buzzing through the summer air.
The celebration was set to take place at Dartmoor,
The sprawling open grounds famous for hosting international-level Quidditch matches.
Stands were already being assembled, banners unfurling in the breeze, and vendors preparing for the festivities.
From above, the place looked like a grand carnival about to spring to life—laughter and chatter masking the shadow of the storm that loomed unseen.
While the enemy believed they moved in shadows, unseen and unstoppable,
They had no idea their every scheme was already laid bare.
The System had traced their plots and delivered them straight to Leo—
Along with a mission:
[ DING...]
[Mission: Help Ms.Magic by destroying the goverments who were planning to nuke her childern in a day. After her she cripples them]
[Reward: 230 FP and Grinch character summon.]
Leo's eyes narrowed as the glowing text faded from view.
"____"
Leo had brought all his women to the beach for a well-earned holiday,
The sound of waves blending with their laughter.
At the moment,
He was kneeling over Lily,
Applying sunscreen and kneading her shoulders with practiced care.
The others lounged nearby,
Waiting their turn for him to finish her massage and tend to them.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Why was he massaging a student?
Well, that was Lily's clever doing.
She had reminded him of a promise he once made—
If she graduated with outstanding grades, he would grant her any one request.
Now she had cashed it in, and this was the result.
Halfway through, his hands froze.
By the system message earlier.
"Hey, why'd you stop?"
Lily's impatient voice pulled at him.
Leo exhaled slowly,
A faint sigh carried away by the sea breeze.
Sigh~
'So… the Peace Warriors have made their move,'
He thought, the relaxing holiday already feeling like a fleeting illusion.
Leo's gaze lingered for a moment on Lily's flushed cheeks,
Flush~
"____"
A playful spark glinting in his eyes.
He decided to put more focus into the massage,
Letting his hands work with deliberate, practiced care—
Pressing deeper into tense muscles, coaxing away the knots with firm, rhythmic motions.
Lily's breaths grew unsteady,
"_____"
Sigh~
Her soft sighs and occasional murmurs mixing with the sound of the waves crashing nearby.
Moan~
The sunlight warmed their skin,
The salty breeze carrying the scent of the ocean as the holiday setting wrapped around them like a lazy, summer dream.
A short distance away,
Snape sat cross-legged beside Petunia,
Gently working a fragrant herbal potion into her shoulders.
His movements were precise, methodical—
Every stroke of his fingers guided by the same care he might give to a delicate potion.
Lily let out a long, satisfied sigh, sinking back into her seat as Leo patted her shoulder.
Sigh~
"That… was heavenly,"
She murmured.
"Don't get too smug,"
Hagoromo Gitsune teased from the front of the line.
"I'm next."
Setsura, still fanning herself from the heat, muttered,
"If I pass out, someone better drag me to him."
"Not it,"
Mavis piped in quickly, earning a chorus of chuckles.
Chuckles~
Kejoro's silky hair swayed as she leaned toward Eileen.
"You think he'll work the shoulders first or the back?"
"Stop over analyzing it,"
Eileen replied dryly, though the faint blush in her cheeks betrayed her interest.
"____"
Bellatrix gave Narcissa a smug smirk.
Smirk~
"Bet I get a longer session than you."
Narcissa's eyebrow arched.
"Bet you don't."
By the time Delphini's turn came, her pale cheeks were flushed for reasons that had nothing to do with the sun.
When Leo finally stood, wiping his hands, he glanced at the group.
"Alright, ladies, you all look far too relaxed. Time to ruin that with some exercise."
"Beach volleyball?"
Sasami guessed, correcting her glass.
"Correct,"
Leo said with a grin.
Grin~
"Dibs on Leo's team!"
Bellatrix called instantly.
"Over my dead body,"
Hagoromo shot back.
Setsura groaned.
"Fine, I'll join whatever team doesn't make me chase the ball every five seconds."
"Then you're with Mavis,"
Kejoro quipped, earning a pout from the Mavis.
As they made their way to the sand court,
The air was filled with laughter, playful jabs,
And not-so-subtle arguments over who got to be Leo's teammate.
The sun was bright, the ocean breeze cool, and for a while, the world outside their little game simply didn't exist.
Leo rubbed the back of his neck.
"You all do realize this is just for fun, right?"
Bellatrix smirked.
"Fun starts when we win."
"Fun starts when I win,"
Narcissa corrected, stepping into the sand like she was about to attend a royal duel.
Andemora tilted her head.
"Do we even know the rules?"
"Nope,"
Delphini said with a mischievous grin,
"but I'm about to make some up."
Leo sighed, muttering under his breath,
Sigh~
"Why do I feel like this is going to end in a sandstorm…?"
As the first serve rocketed across the sand,
Leo launched into action—
Thwack!
His spike smashing the ball down with a thwack that sent it skidding just inside the line.
Cheers erupted, laughter mixing with the crash of waves as the friendly chaos of beach volleyball took over.
But beyond the sunlit court,
In the shadow of the dunes, a cluster of figures stood motionless.
Their dark hooded cloaks billowed faintly in the salty breeze, faces obscured.
At the center, a pale hand tightened around a wand.
Under the hood,
Voldemort's crimson eyes burned—
Not with their usual cold fury, but with something deeper… darker.
"____"
His gaze locked on one figure among the laughing players.
Delphini.
His own flesh and blood… laughing, smiling, belonging among his enemy.
One of the hooded followers stepped closer, voice low.
"My Lord… shall we—"
"Not yet,"
Voldemort hissed, never looking away.
"Let them enjoy their game… while they still can."
The sound of the ball being struck again echoed in the air—
Sharp, rhythmic, oblivious to the storm brewing just beyond the dunes.
Even though Voldemort had never met his daughter, never raised her,
And considered her nothing more than a pawn in his grand design,
The sight before him struck a raw nerve.
"____"
There she was—
Laughing, running barefoot on the sand,
Her hair catching the sunlight—
As she played with strangers.
No… not strangers.
With him.
The man who haunted Voldemort's nightmares.
A dull, twisting ache gnawed at his chest.
"____"
Life, it seemed, had dealt him yet another cruel card.
To watch his own flesh and blood—
Who should have been his obedient instrument—
Draw close to his greatest enemy felt like betrayal in its purest form.
His crimson eyes burned, not with the cold rage he usually carried,
But with something far uglier… jealousy.
"Life is unfair,"
He muttered under his breath, the words tasting like venom.
"____"
"____"
"____"
One of the hooded figures beside him shifted uneasily, trying to break the silence.
"Shall we… intervene, my Lord?"
The Death Eater asked cautiously.
Voldemort didn't answer.
His gaze was still locked on the beach.
Another serve from Leo—
Powerful, precise—
Sent the ball spinning past the opposing team.
His daughter laughed again, high-fiving him.
The sound made Voldemort's left eye twitch.
"____"
"Intervene?"
He said finally, his voice low and razor-sharp.
"Do you suggest I march down there and… join their game?"
The Death Eater flinched.
"____"
"N-No, my Lord. I only meant—"
"Because if I did,"
Voldemort cut in,
"I imagine the rules would change to death ball very quickly."
Another hooded figure tried to stifle a snort and failed.
Voldemort's head snapped toward him.
The man froze, silently praying his master wouldn't test the Avada Kedavra range on a sunny beach.
Voldemort turned back to the game, his knuckles white under his robes.
"Life is unfair,"
He muttered again—
This time sounding less like a Dark Lord and more like a bitter man watching his little princess with someone else at a party.
But then… he thought of something else.
A few days ago...
Flashback...
A handful of strange Muggles had approached his group, seeking an alliance.
They had led him to a secluded site and revealed a weapon unlike anything he had ever seen.
Something they called a nuclear weapon.
The sheer, monstrous potential of it had left even him momentarily speechless.
FLASHBACK ENDS...
His pale lips curled into a thin smile.
'Such power… such beautiful, indiscriminate destruction.'
The Muggles had whispered a proposition: wipe out all wizards—
Yes, every single one—
And then, when the dust settled,
He Voldemort would emerge as the guiding figure for the "new generation" of magically gifted survivors.
'A Dumbledore in their minds… but their Dumbledore.'
The thought alone made him drool.
Literally.
He dabbed at his mouth with the back of his sleeve and grinned.
Grin~
For the first time in months, the game of beach volleyball before him didn't seem so important.
But then his gaze returned to the court, to his daughter exchanging a triumphant high-five with that accursed man.
His hands curled into fists.
'Yes… the weapon would come in time. But first—that man.'
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