When the Death Eaters saw the figure upon the altar, every single one of them dropped to their knees without hesitation.
"Master!"
"Our great master!"
Bellatrix Lestrange practically crawled to the front, her once-beautiful face now twisted by madness and Azkaban's torment. Her eyes burned with fanatical devotion.
"My Lord! You called us! Bella is ready to give everything for you!"
Voldemort's cold gaze swept across his followers.
His voice slithered out, icy and sharp:
"My servants… the time for hiding… is over."
"Tonight—we are no longer rats in the shadows."
"Tonight… we become gods who decide life and death."
He raised his wand.
"Our target—the Ministry of Magic."
"Let them remember… who their master is."
"Move."
The Ministry Falls
The Ministry at night was silent.
Peaceful.
Still.
Then—
BOOM.
Black smoke erupted across the atrium.
Dozens of Death Eaters appeared instantly.
At their center—
Voldemort.
"ENEMY ATTACK—!"
A single Auror shouted—
Too late.
A flash of green light.
He dropped lifelessly.
Chaos exploded.
Spells tore through the grand hall.
Screams echoed.
Green flashes flickered like lightning.
Bellatrix laughed wildly.
"Die! All of you!"
She blasted apart the Fountain of Magical Brethren—
gold shattered, water exploded outward.
Order collapsed.
Voldemort hovered above it all.
Watching.
Not even needing to act.
Within minutes—
No one was left standing.
"Bellatrix. Lucius. With me."
"The rest—clean up."
The Real Objective
Elevator doors closed.
Silence.
"Level Nine… Department of Mysteries."
"There lies what I need."
The Order Mobilizes
At Hogwarts—
Dumbledore's silver phoenix Patronus burst forth.
Urgent.
Commanding.
"Voldemort has attacked the Ministry!"
"All members—proceed immediately!"
Across the wizarding world—
They moved.
Without hesitation.
Room of Requirement
Meanwhile—
Lucian sat calmly.
Tea in hand.
Then—
he paused.
His gaze shifted.
Through walls.
Through distance.
A faint smile.
Cold.
Amused.
"They couldn't wait."
Hermione stood abruptly.
"We have to help them!"
Lucian rose.
Unhurried.
Composed.
"Of course."
"If Voldemort had crawled out…"
"…then this little game ends tonight."
He looked at them.
Smiled faintly.
"Ladies."
"Shall we go watch… fireworks?"
The Battle — Department of Mysteries
The Hall of Prophecy.
Dark.
Silent.
Then—
CRASH!
Doors burst open.
"DON'T MOVE!"
Mad-Eye Moody roared.
Behind him—
Sirius.
Lupin.
Tonks.
Kingsley.
The Order of the Phoenix.
"Perfect timing," Voldemort said softly.
"Kill them."
War
Spells exploded instantly.
Light tore through darkness.
Glass orbs shattered everywhere—
echoing voices of prophecy filled the air.
The Order fought hard.
But they were outnumbered.
They were losing.
Sirius vs Bellatrix
Two figures clashed violently.
Bellatrix laughed.
"My dear cousin!"
Sirius fired back with fury.
Their spells collided midair.
Explosions echoed.
Hatred.
History.
Blood.
Then—
Sirius struck.
Bellatrix was blasted backward.
"Got you!" Sirius laughed.
A mistake.
In that instant—
Bellatrix's eyes flashed with madness.
"Die!"
A red curse shot forward.
Too fast.
It hit.
Sirius froze.
His expression shifted—
shock.
Pain.
He was thrown backward.
Through the air—
toward the ancient archway.
The Veil.
"SIRIUS!!!"
Lupin screamed.
Too late.
Sirius fell.
Closer.
Closer—
The Veil whispered.
Calling.
Death.
Despair
Everything slowed.
The Order watched.
Helpless.
Bellatrix laughed hysterically.
Voldemort watched coldly.
Unmoved.
Just another death.
The Moment
Sirius' body tilted—
falling into the Veil—
Then—
Something changed.
Arrival
In the center of the battlefield—
space split open.
Silently.
Cleanly.
A silver door appeared.
Stable.
Radiant.
Not Apparition.
Not Floo.
A true—
spatial gateway.
And from beyond it—
someone stepped through.
Lucian Thornwick had arrived.
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