"What is this?!"
Cries erupted across the hall.
At first, there was panic—
but no one was harmed.
Then, the light faded.
And everything changed.
The Graveyard
They were still seated—
but no longer in the Great Hall.
Around them:
A cold, desolate graveyard.
Rotting grass beneath their feet.
Cracked tombstones leaning at odd angles.
In the distance—
The ruined Riddle Manor loomed like a hollow skull under moonlight.
The air smelled of damp earth… and death.
It felt real.
Too real.
The Ritual
Before anyone could process it—
a figure appeared.
Peter Pettigrew.
Alive.
Holding a lamp.
Then—
the grotesque infant-like creature in his arms.
Silence fell.
No one was watching anymore.
They were inside it.
Witnessing everything firsthand.
They saw:
Pettigrew digging up the grave of Tom RiddleTaking the "bone of the father"Cutting off his own hand
They heard his scream.
Raw.
Unfiltered.
Real enough to make students gag.
Then—
The creature was thrown into the cauldron.
Light erupted.
A wave of dark magic swept through everyone's soul.
Cold.
Heavy.
Terrifying.
Voldemort Returns
From the light—
he rose.
Tall.
Pale.
Snake-like.
Red eyes glowing with madness.
Voldemort.
No doubt.
No denial.
Umbridge Shattered
In the front row—
Umbridge turned deathly pale.
"This… this can't be…"
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
Instinct overrode everything—
She secretly transmitted what she saw back to the Ministry.
Because now—
She was afraid.
The Death Eaters
Crack! Crack!
Figures appeared one after another.
Black robes.
Masks.
Death Eaters.
Names once respected—
now kneeling like slaves:
Lucius Malfoy.
Crabbe.
Goyle.
Nott.
The illusion of "respectable society" shattered instantly.
The Truth Speaks
Then Voldemort spoke.
Every word—
a slap to the Ministry.
"Some of you hid…"
"Some claimed the Imperius Curse…"
"We will destroy the Ministry… crush Hogwarts…"
Gasps echoed.
Fear turned into certainty.
Lies Collapse
Everything the Ministry said—
was a lie.
Everything the Prophet printed—
was propaganda.
Everything Umbridge enforced—
was controlled.
Now—
all of it was exposed.
Meanwhile — The Ministry
Cornelius Fudge sat comfortably in his office.
Drinking.
Smiling.
Certain of victory.
Then—
Umbridge's transmission arrived.
He opened it.
And Saw the Truth
The graveyard.
The ritual.
Pettigrew.
The rebirth.
Voldemort.
The glass fell from his hand.
Shattered.
"This… this is fake! A trick! Dark magic!"
He staggered back—
until he heard it:
"We will destroy the Ministry…"
His legs gave out.
He collapsed onto the floor.
Everything he built—
every lie—
every denial—
collapsed with him.
Back to Hogwarts
The memory continued.
Voldemort turned—
toward Lucian Thornwick.
"Let's deal with… a small problem."
The hall held its breath.
This was it.
The Duel
Voldemort raised his wand.
A killing curse surged forward—
brighter, stronger than ever before.
Students almost screamed.
And Then—
Lucian didn't move.
Didn't draw his wand.
Just—
raised a finger.
And flicked.
"Pop."
The curse—
was deflected.
Like dust.
It slammed into the Riddle statue—
exploding it into pieces.
Silence
Not fear.
Not a shock.
Something deeper.
Reverence.
The End of the Dark Lord
Lucian vanished—
reappeared before Voldemort.
Too fast to follow.
Then—
a simple flick to his forehead.
A dull sound.
And Voldemort—
was destroyed.
Effortlessly.
Completely.
This wasn't a battle.
It was an execution.
Collapse of Power
The final image:
Death Eaters fleeing in terror.
Voldemort—
reduced to ash.
Return to Reality
The light faded.
The Great Hall returned.
But no one moved.
No one spoke.
No one breathed loudly.
They stared at Lucian—
as if looking at something beyond humans.
The Breaking Point
Then—
a sound.
Not words.
A broken, trembling noise.
All eyes turned.
Umbridge.
Shaking violently.
Face drained of color.
Eyes bloodshot.
Her world—
destroyed.
Her authority—
gone.
Her lies—
exposed.
Something inside her snapped.
"No… NO!"
She screamed hysterically.
Jumped to her feet.
Pointed at Lucian—
voice shrill, unhinged:
"IT'S FAKE! ALL OF IT IS FAKE!"
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