Voldemort's newly restored body—rebuilt by dark magic and brimming with power—
was struck as if by an invisible, crushing force.
**Crack. Crack. Crack.**
A cascade of fractures echoed from within him.
His bones shattered instantly.
His body was thrown backward like a ragdoll.
Destruction Beyond the Body
But that wasn't the worst part.
The true damage—
was happening to his **soul**.
The force tore into his core essence, shredding it apart.
It wasn't just pain—
it was annihilation at the very root of existence.
And worse—
he could feel something else.
A connection.
A pull.
That destructive force was spreading through him—
reaching outward—
toward every hidden fragment of his soul.
Total Collapse
The Death Eaters were frozen in horror.
Their master—
their invincible Dark Lord—
had just been defeated…
in a single move.
This wasn't a duel.
This was an execution.
Fear
Voldemort crashed to the ground, body twisted and broken.
His red eyes trembled—
filled with pain…
hatred…
and something new.
**Fear.**
"I… was wrong…" that realization hit too late.
Lucian Advances
Lucian walked forward calmly.
Each step felt heavy in the silence.
"Regretting it now… won't help," he said.
"Soon, all your soul fragments will join you."
Betrayal
"Stop him! STOP HIM!"
Voldemort screamed.
But no one moved.
The Death Eaters broke.
"Monster!"
Someone shouted.
Then—
panic.
They fled.
All of them.
In seconds, the graveyard was empty.
The End
Lucian flicked his finger.
The **Soul-Severing Curse** activated.
It struck.
Voldemort screamed one last time—
Then his body began to fade.
No flames.
No explosion.
He simply… dissolved.
Into dust.
Gone.
Completely.
Aftermath
In Lucian's mind—
a network formed.
Seven points.
Seven locations.
Every Horcrux—
**found.**
Return
He turned to Cedric and Fleur.
"Let's go."
Back at Hogwarts—
The crowd erupted when they returned.
But confusion followed.
Lucian stood untouched.
Cedric and Fleur were safe.
And beside them—
bound prisoners:
* Viktor Krum
* Peter Pettigrew
Revelation
Lucian dropped Pettigrew at the Minister's feet.
"Explain this," he said calmly.
Then—
to everyone:
"Voldemort has returned."
Panic spread—
but he continued:
"And he's already been dealt with."
Silence
No one spoke.
No one could.
The Dark Lord—
revived…
and erased.
Just like that.
Aftermath: A Twisted Truth
The world didn't celebrate.
Instead—
The Ministry denied everything.
They called it lies.
Twisted the story.
Blamed Dumbledore.
And turned Lucian into something else:
**A threat.**
A headline read:
"Are We Raising the Next Dark Lord?"*
Lucian's Response
He didn't care.
He kept reading.
Walking.
Living as usual.
Because he knew—
this wasn't over.
He was waiting.
For the right moment—
to erase everything that remained.
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