Voldemort raised his wand.
A flash of black light—
and a set of deep, midnight-black robes wrapped around him, flowing like living darkness.
Then, slowly, he lifted his left arm.
On it—
the Dark Mark.
A skull, a serpent slithering from its mouth.
He pressed a pale finger against it.
The Summoning
A wave of dark magic spread outward.
Across the wizarding world—
Snape froze, clutching his arm in pain.
Lucius Malfoy dropped his glass in shock.
Hidden followers everywhere felt it—
the call of their master.
Within minutes—
crack—crack—crack—
Figures Apparated into the graveyard.
Black robes.
White masks.
They saw him—
and fell to their knees.
"Master!"
"The Dark Lord!"
"You've returned!"
The Speech
Voldemort walked among them like a king.
Cold.
Measured.
Terrifying.
"Thirteen years…"
His voice carried effortlessly.
"I lost everything."
"And you—my so-called loyal followers…"
"Some hid."
"Some lied."
"Some betrayed me."
They trembled.
"But…"
His tone shifted.
"I have returned."
"Stronger than ever."
"And tonight… you will prove your loyalty."
He spread his arms.
"We will destroy the Ministry."
"Crush Hogwarts."
"Erase those unworthy of magic."
"We will build a pure-blood empire!"
The Death Eaters erupted in fanatic devotion.
The Target
Then—
he turned.
His red eyes locked onto Lucian.
"…And now."
"A minor problem."
Cedric and Fleur were ignored completely.
Irrelevant.
Only Lucian mattered.
"A 'genius,'" Voldemort mocked.
"But before true power… talent is nothing."
He raised his wand.
Dark magic surged.
The air grew cold.
Heavy.
Deadly.
The Killing Curse
"Avada Kedavra!"
A massive green beam erupted—
brighter, denser, more lethal than ever before.
It tore through the air like death itself.
Everything it passed withered.
This was no ordinary spell.
This was absolute destruction.
Lucian's Response
Lucian didn't move.
Didn't flinch.
Didn't even blink.
In his eyes—
The curse was just a stream of energy.
Predictable.
Flawed.
A New Spell
Comprehension activated.
Solution:
Don't fight the curse.
Redirect it.
A single point.
Maximum force.
Minimal energy.
Reflection
Lucian raised one finger.
A faint white light appeared at the tip.
Then—
he flicked.
Lightly.
Impact
Pop.
The Killing Curse—
was deflected.
Like a pebble.
It bent.
Turned.
Shot away—
and slammed into the Riddle tomb.
BOOM.
The stone shattered.
Grave destroyed.
Silence
No one moved.
No one spoke.
The Death Eaters were frozen.
Voldemort stared—
his expression shattered.
The Killing Curse…
deflected?
With a finger?
Judgment
Lucian lowered his hand.
Looked at Voldemort.
And said calmly:
"Your power… is crude."
Rage
Voldemort snapped.
Fury exploded in his eyes.
He moved to attack again—
Too Late
Lucian vanished.
No sound.
No trace.
Then—
He appeared directly in front of Voldemort.
Close enough to touch.
The Final Spell
Another thought.
Another creation.
An evolution of death itself.
Not just killing—
tracking.
Destroy the soul—
and follow its fragments.
Every Horcrux.
Every hidden piece.
Soul-Severing Curse
Lucian raised his hand.
No wand.
No words.
Just a flick of his finger.
Contact
Thud.
A dull sound.
And then—
Voldemort screamed.
A sound of pure agony.
Something deeper than pain.
Something fundamental—
was being torn apart.
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