*Morpheus*
I arrived in Britain shortly after I killed the angel, the first thing I did when I returned was putting the materials I carved from her body away.
Picking up the newspaper I saw what the problem was, death eater attacks are now a thing. They have killed quite a few wizards so far loudly proclaiming their might to the people of Britain.
It seems the death eaters aren't attacking in full force, Tom is likely testing the water. He wants to see how the Aurors and ministry will react, what type of force they use, and how patterns in their arrival time.
I'm sure he already has spies in the ministry but, Tom strikes me as the kind of man to be careful and then grow into recklessness once confidence is built.
After all, some people are just not meant to lead I wonder if Tom is one of them? From what I've seen in the future, Tom will have a loyal following through fear and dominance.
Maybe I should strike some fear and unease into the budding dark Lord's soul? How interesting that will be.
***
"Morpheus, I'm glad you are back Tom has made his move, the strike where fast and brutal the Aurors couldn't react in time," Albus said with a heavy sigh
I frowned, "The Aurors need to be better Albus, we must do something. As for the next attack leave that to me I will show there is some fight in Britain," a small smile crept onto my face as I replied
Albus nodded, "I agree, something must be done about the state of Britain's Aurors."
"I have a feeling he will calm down," I replied
"Tom?" Albus inquired
"Yes, I have a feeling Tom is merely putting out feelers right now. I will give him a big enough setback so he will go back into hiding," I replied
Albus looked confused, "Why, Wouldn't it be better to deal with him now?"
I frowned wondering how I could word my next sentence properly, "It is simply not time, the heroes and soldiers that will fight to defeat Tom are not ready yet. They need to blossom first before haaaa nevermind I've said too much," a genuine look of sadness crossed my eyes
"It's painful for you isn't it, Knowing so much but fearing you will change the future in a way where you will end up like us without proper knowledge of the future?" Albus asked his voice having a tone of sympathy
"Don't feel bad for me Albus, I don't deserve it," I replied with a small smile
"These students, will they be the ones to fight Tom in the future?" Albus asked ignoring the obvious sore subject
I nodded in appreciation, "Yes they will need this war sadly. Many will die and I can prevent it but, they will be much more prepared after this war,"
"Something bigger is coming," Albus concluded
"Much bigger Albus and these students, no every wizard and witch in the world needs to be trained and gain experience in battle beforehand," I said softly
Albus calmly met my eyes, "You might be okay with having children go through war but, I'm not. I will do my all to stop as many deaths I can,"
"I wouldn't expect anything less," I replied before standing up, "Now if you will excuse me I will have a party to crash,"
*Natrator pov*
In the bustling daylight of Diagon Alley, wizards and witches strolled leisurely, exploring the myriad shops that lined the enchanted street. The air was filled with the melodic chimes of magical instruments and the tantalizing aromas wafting from the apothecaries. Children marveled at the displays of broomsticks, and owls hooted from their perches.
Amidst the lively scene, the sun cast a warm glow on the cobbled streets, and storefronts glittered with magical wares. Laughter and chatter created a harmonious backdrop to the enchanting atmosphere. It was a typical day in the heart of the wizarding world.
However, the idyllic scene abruptly shattered as dark-robed figures emerged from the shadows. Sinister masks concealed their faces, and a hushed murmur spread through the Alley as onlookers sensed an ominous presence. These were no ordinary visitors to Diagon Alley.
A wave of dark magic emanated from the cloaked figures, casting an eerie pallor over the vibrant street. Panic rippled through the crowd as the dark wizards brandished wands, casting malevolent spells that sent magical displays crashing and storefronts shuttering in defense.
In the midst of the chaos, a sudden change gripped Diagon Alley. A thick, unnatural fog rolled in, swift and insidious. The fog was dense, a deep gray that obscured visibility and clung to the cobblestones. Within moments, the lively Alley was engulfed in an unsettling silence, broken only by muffled footsteps and the occasional flicker of magical lights.
Wands were drawn in anticipation, but the fog thwarted attempts to discern friend from foe. The once-bustling shops and stalls now appeared as ghostly silhouettes, their shapes distorted in the enigmatic haze. Whispers of spells bounced off unseen walls, adding to the disorienting symphony.
Fear gripped Diagon Alley as the fog became an impenetrable barrier, blocking the view of both the dark wizards and the bewildered crowd. The atmosphere, once filled with joy and wonder, had morphed into an eerie tableau of uncertainty.
In the midst of the foggy abyss, the death eaters moved wearily, their portkeys weren't working and they couldn't apparate. A malevolent amused laughter echoed, chilling the air.
"What's going on!" one of the death eaters said with fear dripping from his voice
"Stay focused, the Lord will be displeased if we -"
*shicckk*
"What happen—"
*swish*
"Merlin's saggy tits RUN!" One of the death feathers said in terror
As he turned to run his vision was still obscured, "boo!" Morpheus popped out in front of him stabbing forward plunging a ritual dagger into his heart
One by one the death eaters fell, their deaths not pleasant in the slightest, and in their last moments the death eaters learned true fear
They tried to run, tried to portkey out but nothing worked like lambs to a slaughter no one was spared.
As the fog cleared the normal citizens of Diagon Alley saw a chilling sight, the death eaters' headless corpses floated in the air.
***
In the dimly lit mansion, Tom Riddle moved with an air of calculated elegance. The walls seemed to whisper ancient secrets as he navigated through the opulent corridors, lined with dark wood paneling and adorned with portraits frozen in time. A subtle scent of musty history clung to the air.
Entering a study adorned with grandiose tapestries, Riddle approached an ornate desk, its polished surface reflecting the faint glow of antique sconces. His sharp gaze surveyed the room, his piercing eyes absorbing every detail with a hunger for power that seemed to transcend the very walls of the mansion.
On the desk, amidst parchments and quills, rested a mysterious box. Its contours suggested craftsmanship of an era long past, adorned with intricate symbols that seemed to shimmer with latent enchantment. The mansion's stillness heightened as Riddle's fingers traced the edges of the box, his curiosity piqued.
He pulled out his wand and performed several tests seeing the box was safe gently Tom lifted the lid. Inside the box was much more spacious than the outside.
Ten heads lay gently in the box, each head's facial expressions showed terror in their eyes.
One word was carved into each head's forehead, spelling 'You have been a naughty boy Tom see you soon'
Rage and fear-filled Tom's being.
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