The aftermath of Elemental Torrent slowly faded.
Silence.
Heavy.
Suffocating.
The Department of Mysteries—
the shattered Ministry—
all of it lay under a stillness that no one dared break.
In the air lingered something ancient.
Primordial.
Power… from the beginning of the world itself.
All eyes locked onto two things.
One—
what remained of Voldemort.
A charred, collapsed mass.
Barely even human.
Only a flicker of a soul remained.
The other—
Lucian Thornwick.
Standing still.
Unharmed.
Untouched.
As if nothing had happened.
"Is it… over?"
A trembling voice whispered.
Over?
The Dark Lord—
who plunged the wizarding world into terror—
defeated…
in one move?
Dumbledore lowered the Elder Wand slowly.
He looked at Voldemort.
Then at Lucian.
His expression was complicated.
Awe.
Relief.
Bittersweet understanding.
An era—
had just ended.
The Last Escape
From the wreckage—
a wisp of black smoke burst forth.
Voldemort's final soul fragment.
It fled.
Desperate.
Silent.
No threats.
No pride.
Only fear.
Lucian watched—
but did not move.
There was no need.
That soul—
was already broken beyond repair.
Even if it survived—
it would fade.
Voldemort—
was already dead.
The Truth Revealed
Aurors and Ministry officials arrived.
Just in time—
to see the Dark Lord's escape.
Proof.
Undeniable.
The lie—
was shattered.
Panic spread.
But then—
they saw the battlefield.
Captured Death Eaters.
Unharmed defenders.
And at the center—
Lucian.
Understanding dawned.
Don't panic.
Reverence.
It was him.
He ended everything.
Alone.
Not a prodigy.
Not a savior.
Something more.
Aftermath
Under Amelia Bones' command—
The Death Eaters were secured.
Bellatrix included.
The Ministry descended into controlled chaos.
And then—
Something unexpected happened.
The First to Kneel
A nobleman stepped forward.
Elegant.
Composed.
Daphne Greengrass's father.
Head of the Greengrass family.
Before everyone—
he knelt.
"Supreme Lord Lucian Thornwick."
"We offer eternal loyalty."
"From this day forward… we serve you."
Silence exploded.
A thousand-year-old family—
kneeling—
to a fifteen-year-old boy.
Unprecedented.
Not politics.
A declaration.
A new order.
The Domino Effect
At first—
shock.
Disbelief.
Then—
realization.
Lucian wasn't just powerful.
He was inevitable.
Resistance—
was meaningless.
Submission—
was survival.
One by one—
they stepped forward.
Knee to the ground.
"Avery family—pledges loyalty!"
"Shafiq family—at your command!"
"Nott family—"
"Burke family—"
Like falling dominoes—
the old world collapsed.
The pureblood elite—
bowed.
A New Order
The Order of the Phoenix stood stunned.
They had fought these families for years.
Lucian subdued them—
in minutes.
Dumbledore watched quietly.
A faint, tired smile.
Perhaps—
This was inevitable.
A world not ruled by ideals—
but by absolute power.
The First Decree
Lucian said only one thing:
"I do not want another war."
That was all.
And it was enough.
Because behind those words—
stood unquestionable force.
Peace—
not negotiated—
but enforced.
The Aftershock
The world changed overnight.
Voldemort defeated.
Purebloods submitted.
Hope rose—
and fear with it.
The Dark Lord's Despair
Deep in Albania—
Voldemort clung to existence.
Weakened.
Fading.
Only two anchors remained:
Nagini.
Harry Potter.
But even those—
felt meaningless now.
Lucian had destroyed everything.
So—
if survival was impossible—
Then destruction would be his legacy.
A final war.
A final fire.
"...hehehe…"
Madness consumed him.
He sent out a final call.
The Gathering Storm
Days later—
Hogwarts.
The sky darkened.
The air turned foul.
From every direction—
they came.
Dark creatures.
Black wizards.
Monsters.
An army.
Vast.
Endless.
Gathered at the gates.
For one final battle.
The war—
was not over yet.
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