November 1994
Hogwarts' Grounds
As soon as the anagram of 'I AM LORD VOLDEMORT' and 'TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE' was completed, the entire arena was filled with a deafening silence.
Be it the supporters of Voldemort, his fervent haters or the mook and neutral spectators was stunned into silence. Voldemort's entire rise was based on two factors.
First was undoubtedly his magical prowess which compelled many wizards and witches to bow down to him.
But the second factor and which was more important than the first was his claim as the 'pure blood' descendent of Salazar Slytherin. This was the factor which had persuaded many pure blood families to put their weight behind Voldemort. The money and the resources which Voldemort obtained from these pure blood families gave him the capacity to wage the first wizarding war.
While Harry's lordship of Slytherin house had showed them the reality of Voldemort not being Lord Slytherin, they still harboured the thoughts of him being one of the many Slytherin descendent.
But they had never in their wildest dream had thought that the Dark Lord would be a half blood.
And now for the members of those families to hear that the man they had considered the 'messiah' of the pure bloods himself turned out to be a 'filthy half blood'.
The deafening silence of the arena along with the stupor of every witch and wizard was broken by an inhumane shriek from Voldemort. The ugly face of child looking Voldemort was further contorted as he shrieked at the top of his lungs.
Followed by his roar, a powerful pulse of magic erupted from his body. The pulse was so powerful that it sent his death eaters staggering back few steps who were standing just behind him.
"Harry Potter…" Voldemort screamed. "I will kill you."
Harry smirked in response while Voldemort raised his wand and a jet green killing curse left his wand.
Harry sneered and he pointed his wand at the ground of the arena. A spell left his wand and a rock was levitated into the path of the killing curse. After striking the rock, the curse vanished.
"Angry, are you Voldemort?" Harry taunted. "Or should I say Tom Riddle?"
"Do not like your real identity?" He mocked.
"So, what if I am Tom Riddle?" he roared as another curse left his wand. Harry intersected the curse with his own curse.
"What if am a half blood?" roared Voldemort dashing the hopes of his every supporter who were hoping Harry's words to be a lie.
The dark lord continued, "I am still Voldemort. I am still the most powerful wizard."
"Half blood or pure blood, every wizard or witch would have to bow down in front of him. I am the strongest."
Harry chuckled in amusement, "Strongest?"
Voldemort sneered but did not reply. He had gotten hold of his emotions somehow.
"You think as yourself as some kind of grand strategist, Potter?" He spoke.
"You think that by trapping me in this ward, you can stop me from killing these sheep?"
"Malfoy," roared Voldemort.
Lucius Malfoy who was sitting in the front row in daze snapped back to reality. He was one of those people who was genuinely deceived. Unlike Voldemort and many others who used the blood theory only for their benefit, Lucius Malfoy was a true believer of true believer of pure blood supremacy. But now knowing that, he for all his life was serving and bowing before a half blood had shattered his pride.
But even so, he could only swallow his broken pride. He could only continue to serve the 'half blood' Voldemort. The mark on his arms left him no other options unless someone in the leagues of Dumbledore or probably Harry Potter were willing to help himself. And he doubted that any of the two would be willing to help him.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva and his pride, Malfoy flashed an in a black blur and appeared before Voldemort. As was the usual greeting, he kneeled before Voldemort.
Seeing Lord Malfoy and the DMLE head bow before the dark lord came as a shock to majority of the people in the crowd.
A single question flashed in everyone's mind- Was he again under the imperious curse as he had previously claimed after the first wizarding war?
"Potter," said Voldemort without letting Malfoy get up from his knees.
"I am too powerful… my hands and legs are spread in almost every place of the wizarding Britain."
Harry stood unfazed. He could very well guess what Voldemort was planning for.
Voldemort gave a subtle nod to Lucius who stood and faced the spectator's stand.
"Men," Lucius voice boomed. Following his voice more than 2 dozens of men dressed in auror dress stood up waiting for further command.
"Kill them all," said Lucius.
The aurors were unhesitating on the orders as they whipped their wands and pointed it towards the crowd. The crowd was to erupt in a chaos when there was sudden flashed of different coloured light.
When everyone was able to make a sense of what had happened, they were startled to find that every auror had his head cleanly severed.
Stading among the crowd were 16 wizards and witches. As if governed by some synchronization, everyone of them pulled their outer robes flinging it aside.
They all were dressed in similar combat uniforms of green and red colours. The crest of the Peverell family, the symbol of the deathly hallows was engraved in black colour at the chest of every wizard and witch.
Moments later after having their heads severed, the bodies of more than 2 dozen aurors fell with a thud.
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