Potter Estate...
The battle at the Potter estate had devolved into complete chaos.
Spells tore through the air like meteors.
Screams echoed from every corner of the mansion.
The walls—
Once symbols of a proud family—
Were now scorched, bloodstained, and crumbling under magical pressure.
The duel had become feral.
On both sides,
Bodies were falling—
Members of the Potter family, Death Eaters, and even Aurors who had arrived too late to contain the first wave.
For every Death Eater taken down, another appeared,
Recently freed from Azkaban and eager to repay Voldemort's mercy with violence.
Blood stained the marble floors.
"We need backup now!"
One of the surviving Aurors screamed into his magical communicator.
"The Potters are being slaughtered! Repeat—backup, immediately!"
Meanwhile,
Ministry of Magic...
Auror Command Centre...
Inside the magically reinforced briefing room, chaos reigned.
Minister Jenkins, her hand holding the latest report, was furious.
Her usually calm demeanour was shattered by rage.
Across the table stood Young Alastor Moody,
Attempting to remain composed while clearly overwhelmed.
"____"
"I told you! I told you, Moody!"
Jenkins shouted, slamming her hand on the table.
"After the prophecy, under Leo's advice, I instructed your team to keep the Potter estate under tight watch! What the hell happened?!"
Moody rubbed his temples, a rare sign of defeat.
"We were watching them,"
He snapped,
"But old Edgar Potter—the family head—dismissed the security himself! Said he'd stay behind and that the rest of the men could go home. He's a top-ranking Auror, Minister. We trusted his judgment."
Jenkins's eyes blazed with fury.
"____"
"His judgment just cost us a massacre!"
She began pacing the room, fuming.
"You mean to tell me that a man's family, which was predicted to be the root cause of Voldemort's return… let his family go unprotected on the night they were targeted?!"
Moody had no defence.
"If I had known,"
He muttered,
"I'd have gone personally. Damned crooked-nose Potter—stubborn as a troll and twice as reckless."
He slammed his fist on the armrest.
"I swear, Minister—if we make it out of this with even half the Potters alive, I'll personally hex some sense into that man."
Minister Jenkins took a breath, trying to regain control of the situation.
"We have no choice now. Send the Elite Response Unit. Pull anyone with clearance off their posts. Every second counts."
Outside, red warning lights flashed through the glass.
Morningstar Mansion...
Leo was in the middle of a quiet conversation with Nurarihyon,
Both were seated in the drawing room.
The air was calm, filled with the low murmur of reminiscing voices and the faint rustle of magical trees swaying outside.
Suddenly, the atmosphere changed.
A sharp whoosh echoed through the room, followed by the sound of wings flapping rapidly.
A massive black crow, its feathers gleaming like obsidian, swooped in from the open sky.
It passed through the balcony entrance with eerie precision and landed with a light thud on the centre table,
Its eyes are intelligent and intense.
Before anyone could react,
It dropped a sealed envelope onto the polished surface.
A glimmering golden crest of the Ministry of Magic was emblazoned on the wax seal.
Leo blinked in confusion, rising slowly.
The crow stared at him, unblinking.
Without a word, Leo extended his hand and offered it a bit of meat from the enchanted tray beside him.
Caw~
The bird cawed once in approval, pecked the food, then flapped its wings and flew back into the sky like a shadow.
Nurarihyon tilted his head.
"A message?"
Leo said nothing yet.
"____"
He broke the seal and unfolded the parchment.
His golden eyes scanned the lines swiftly, but with each word, his gaze darkened.
To Leo Morningstar,
From:
Minister Catherine Jenkins,
Ministry of Magic (Classified – Priority Alert)
Leo,
I'm issuing this letter under the highest security protocol.
Less than an hour ago, Lord Voldemort and a group of Death Eaters launched a direct assault on the Potter family estate.
Using dark cloaking methods, they infiltrated and overwhelmed the ward systems, and freed inmates from Azkaban have joined the attack.
The Aurors are engaged, but we are experiencing high casualties.
Despite increased surveillance as per your prior recommendation, the Potters' own actions compromised their defences.
We need your immediate support.
Your presence may be the only chance to minimise the loss of life and end this confrontation quickly.
Please act at once.
The Potters are falling, and so is our line of defence.
— Minister Jenkins
Leo's fingers curled around the parchment, crumpling the edge slightly.
He exhaled sharply.
Nurarihyon sensed the shift.
"What's happened?"
Leo looked up, his voice calm but cold.
"Voldemort, a nose-less idiot, has escaped Azkaban. He's attacking the Potters… right now."
After finishing the letter, Leo didn't waste a second.
Without saying a word to Nurarihyon,
He turned on his heel and strode briskly out of the Morningstar Mansion.
His footsteps echoed through the hallway as he made his way to the private Floo Chamber built into the east wing—
A secure room lined with emerald-glinting runes and enchanted fireplaces connected directly to major magical outposts.
"____"
Reaching the ornate hearth,
Leo grabbed a handful of Floo Powder from the crystal jar on the mantle.
He stepped into the fireplace and, with unwavering focus, threw the glittering powder at his feet.
"Ministry of Magic!"
He declared firmly.
FOOWSH!
Instantly, green flames erupted, swirling around his form.
In a blink,
Leo vanished.
Ministry of Magic...
Central Floo Hub...
The same green fire roared to life within the Ministry's main Floo chamber,
And Leo stepped out, his boots landing heavily on the stone floor.
The sight that greeted him was near chaos.
The Ministry of Magic was buzzing with urgency.
Witches and wizards in official robes rushed through the corridors, shouting orders, carrying files, or casting quick-fire communication spells.
Aurors armed and armoured were teleporting in and out of the building.
The tension was palpable—
The attack on the Potter Estate had lit a fuse across the wizarding world.
Leo's eyes narrowed.
As soon as Leo stepped out of the Floo, a group of alert Aurors recognised him instantly.
"Professor Morningstar!"
One of them called, urgency in his voice.
"Minister Jenkins is waiting. Please, this way."
Without delay, they escorted him through the maze-like Ministry halls toward the Auror Command Centre—
Auror Command Centre...
a heavily warded chamber now buzzing with tension.
Inside, magical maps hovered midair, red zones pulsing where wards had fallen.
Dozens of personnel worked furiously, sending Patronus messages, adjusting strategies, and coordinating the battlefield response.
At the centre of it all stood Minister Jenkins,
Her brows furrowed in concern, barking orders with calm authority.
When she saw Leo enter, her expression shifted—
Relief mixed with the weight of responsibility.
Leo's eyes scanned the room, then narrowed.
"Where's Dumbledore?"
He asked, tone sharp.
Jenkins let out a controlled sigh.
Sigh~
"He's currently... unavailable,"
She said, clearly displeased.
"He left for America this morning. There's a magical property regulation summit—discussions about allowing wizards to officially purchase Muggle land under certain conditions."
Leo raised an eyebrow, not bothering to hide his irritation.
"In the middle of a potential war?"
"He didn't think the situation would escalate this fast."
Jenkins replied.
"None of us did. But right now, you are our best hope."
Just as Jenkins turned back to her map, Leo suddenly paused.
A translucent blue screen flickered silently before his eyes—
Visible only to him.
[DING...]
[System Task: Emergency Mission]
[Objective: Defeat the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Humiliate them publicly.
Reward: Muggle-to-Wizard Transformation Potion Recipe.
Note: Glory must be absolute. Break their will. Crush their face.]
"____"
Leo blinked once, then let out a soft chuckle.
Chuckle~
'So, the system was feeling generous again.'
He was still for a moment, staring into the air as if reading some amusing joke.
His lips curled into that familiar, confident smile.
The kind that said someone was about to have a very bad day.
Jenkins noticed it immediately.
She didn't need Legilimency.
She knew that look.
Her eyes narrowed with dry suspicion.
"Let me guess,"
She muttered under her breath,
"Your little... 'mysterious friend' bribed you again?"
Leo didn't answer—
At least not directly.
But that glint in his eye was confirmation enough.
Of course, nobody else in the Ministry had a clue what she was talking about.
After all, their relationship—
The secret bond between the Minister of Magic and the Progenitor of Monsters—
Was known only to a select few: Jenkins, Leo... and his wives.
And she planned to keep it that way.
Potter Estate...
The chaos of battle raged on.
The air cracked with curses, screams, and the sizzling hiss of wards breaking under relentless assault.
Spells lit the sky in a deadly dance of colours—
Green, red, blue, white—
Each one carrying death or defence.
Bodies from both sides littered the battlefield.
The once-beautiful estate now looked like a war-torn wasteland.
Suddenly—
CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK!
A dozen Aurors apparated into the fray in rapid succession.
At their centre stood Alastor Moody, his magical eye whirling as he barked orders with authority.
"Defensive formation! Cover the Potters! Take the high ground—NOW!"
Just as the tides began to stabilise...
BOOM!
A thunderous shockwave of magic rippled across the battlefield.
Another figure appeared in the very centre of the chaos—
Silent, precise, and radiating an overwhelming presence.
Leo Morningstar had arrived.
Before anyone could blink, his wand was already in motion.
A storm of deadly precision followed.
Spells tore through the enemy ranks like divine retribution:
One blast sent five Death Eaters flying through the air, crashing into trees and walls, never to rise again.
A whip of magic sliced through another's neck, their head hitting the dirt before their body did.
Fiery projectiles exploded across the ground, forcing enemies into retreat.
Those foolish enough to charge him were simply crushed by an unseen force or turned to ash mid-scream.
The air shimmered with his fury, the battlefield bending to his will.
The Potters and Aurors—
Bloodied, cornered, desperate—
Saw it happen with wide eyes.
The tide had turned.
Gasps of hope replaced screams of panic.
Even seasoned Aurors blinked, stunned by the brutal efficiency and elegance of Leo's onslaught.
One of the younger Aurors whispered, half in awe:
"Lord Morningstar... He's really here..."
And for the first time that night, among the Potter family and the defenders—
They breathed.
Because now...
The monsters were being hunted.
Amid the smoke and screams,
Lord Voldemort stood atop the scorched stone steps of the Potter estate,
His red eyes narrowed as he surveyed the battlefield.
Panic.
His Death Eaters—
His most loyal servants—
Were falling like flies.
Their spells were being countered with humiliating ease.
They were either blasted, bound, or butchered.
And at the heart of this carnage stood one man—
Leo Morningstar.
Voldemort's lip curled in fury.
"So... the infamous Morningstar has finally arrived."
He clenched his wand tightly.
But no matter how much he tried to posture, his body betrayed him.
A drop of sweat slid down his pale temple.
His knees felt heavy.
And worst of all—
His heart skipped a beat when Leo's eyes locked with his from across the battlefield.
For a moment,
The Lord of Darkness—
The so-called Heir of Slytherin—
Froze.
Flashes from the Daily Prophet, once mocked and ignored, now hit him like a Cruciatus.
"Leo Morningstar's pet defeats the Basilisk barehanded!"
"Minister Jenkins survives assassination, credits Morningstar!"
"A mysterious pet called 'Mr. Mime' humiliates the Death Eater battalion."
And that memory.
That cursed, humiliating, nightmarish moment when Mr. Mime alone rendered half of his escape plans void, turning elite Death Eaters into sobbing,
Terrified messes with its strength and psychic walls...
"No…"
Voldemort muttered.
"No more hiding. No more shame."
Clap~
He slapped himself, hard—
His pale cheek turned pink with the sting.
His eyes lit up with rage, and he steadied his breathing.
Huff. Huff.
"____"
Huff. Huff.
"I am the Dark Lord! I fear no man!"
He gritted his teeth, his aura crackling with magic so dense the air began to hum.
Decision made.
He descended the steps slowly, robes billowing behind him, wand in hand, face twisted in hate.
"MORNINGSTAR!!"
He screamed, his voice echoing over the battlefield like thunder.
Every spell stopped.
Every eye turned.
The chaos paused.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Leo looked up slowly from the body of a Death Eater still writhing at his feet.
With calm precision, he wiped a smear of blood off his coat.
"Oh,"
Leo said, smirking.
Smirk~
"You finally decided to show up."
Their eyes locked.
It was fate versus fury, legacy versus legend.
And the battlefield once again held its breath…
Because now—
Leo Morningstar and Lord Voldemort were about to collide.
Suddenly,
The crack of thunder split the sky.
FLASH!
A moment later, a lightning bolt struck down with divine fury—
Straight onto Voldemort's head.
There was a blinding flash, followed by a resounding BOOM that rattled the very bones of those present.
BOOM!
"AAARRGH!!"
Voldemort's scream of pain tore through the battlefield.
The Dark Lord was thrown back several feet, his wand flying from his hand, his body convulsing from the raw surge of natural magic.
Gasps echoed from both sides.
"____"
The Potters stood dumbfounded.
The Aurors froze mid-duel.
Even the Death Eaters, hardened by war, blinked in disbelief.
Leo stood still—
Calm, hands in his coat pockets—
Watching Voldemort's smoking, twitching body with a raised brow.
Then, he smiled.
"You know, Voldy…"
Leo's voice rang out clearly, amplified by his magic.
"It's one thing to be cursed by me. But being rejected by Mother Nature herself?"
"That's just sad."
HAHAHAHA!
HAHAHAHA!
Laughter.
Chuckle~
Chuckles broke out from some Aurors.
A few Potters couldn't hold it in.
The Death Eaters? Speechless.
"____"
They had never—ever—
Seen someone mock the Dark Lord so publicly, so ruthlessly, and still live.
Voldemort, his robe smouldering, rose shakily to his feet.
His red eyes blazed with fury, and his pale face contorted with hatred.
"MORNINGSTAAAR!!"
He howled.
"Ah, there it is,"
Leo replied casually.
"The scream of a man who knows he's cursed by both karma and comedy."
A gust of wind swept across the field.
Voldemort snatched his wand from the ground and pointed it at Leo, who still hadn't drawn his.
"You… you've ruined everything!"
Voldemort's voice cracked with rage.
"You made me a joke! A cursed jester of fate!"
"You did that yourself."
Leo said coolly.
"I just added a little spotlight and a laugh track."
"AVVVA-DA-KAAAAA-DABRAAA!!!"
As Voldemort let out a guttural roar, a green light began building in his wand's tip—
A killing curse ready to be unleashed.
"Face me!"
He hissed.
"No more games!"
Leo finally raised his hand.
Slowly, deliberately, he drew his wand—
Midnight black with a silvery spiral, humming with latent power.
"Very well,"
Leo said, eyes glowing faintly.
"Let's give the world a show…"
The battle between Morningstar and Voldemort had begun.
And the wizarding world would never forget it.
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