Ryan stood alone on the ridge, looking down at Voldemort's fortress. The chilly night wind blew around him, bringing the smell of destruction and decay. Below, the place that had once shown the Dark Lord's great power is now filled with death, decay, and cries of those dark wizards infected with plague.
Tonight, the First Wizarding War is going to end. But another new power will rise from its ashes. And he made sure to send Dumbledore and the Ministry letters informing them about Voldemort's hideout and the fact that he was going to take him out for good. Now, given how low the Ministry's reputation fell, they won't let this chance go just like that. Fudge along with the army of Aurors made their way to the base. From Hogwarts, Dumbledore and The Order of the Phoenix also made their way to the location. But, Ryan has no plan to wait for them to arrive. He'll take care of it on his own before their arrival.
On the other side, taking advantage of the missing Aurors, Bellatrix, and Narcissa infiltrated the Ministry to steal every valuable document and item. But their primary objective is to empty the Department of Mysteries. Ryan gave them ten necro hounds and ten undeads, which should be more than enough to take care of any threat there.
[Outside Voldemort's base]
Ryan's fingers twitched, and with the smallest gesture, his army of undead stirred. With a simple thought, he unleashed his army. The undead apparated forward, a tide of death descending upon the fortress, silent and relentless. And the spectral hounds glided through the air like phantoms.
The first group of Death Eaters, still recovering from the disease that had greatly reduced their numbers, looked up in surprise as an army of undead rushed towards them. These were not mindless inferi, stumbling and slow. They were apparating toward them, not to mention those hoard of hounds coming after them.
"What in Merlin's name—" Dolohov barely had time to draw his wand before the first of the spectral hounds jumped on him, jaws snapping. His curse flew wide, missing the beast as it phased out of existence for a moment before reappearing behind him. He spun, eyes wide in disbelief. "They... they can—"
He never finished his sentence. The spectral hound lunged, its teeth sinking into his throat. Dolohov dropped to the ground with a gurgling cry, his life snuffed out before he could comprehend what had hit him.
Chaos broke out everywhere in the fortress. The remaining Death Eaters scrambled to defend themselves, their ranks already thinned by disease and fear. The undead wizards unleashed a barrage of dark spells—curses, hexes, and elemental magic—so powerful and coordinated that the Death Eaters found themselves instantly on the defensive.
"Impossible!" Jugson screamed, his wand shaking in his hand as he cast spell after spell. The undead conjured a shield with a flick of its bony wrist, deflecting the attack effortlessly. "They can cast magic!" He yelled. Another undead wizard countered with a curse so dark and foul that the Death Eater's skin began to blister and peel away, leaving him screaming in agony.
It wasn't just their magic that was terrifying—it was their defense. The undead wizards refused to fall, no matter how many spells the Death Eaters threw at them. One by one, the Death Eaters unleashed their deadliest curses—Killing Curses, Reductor Curses, lightning bolts of raw energy, as usual, nothing could bring them down.
A group of Death Eaters stood in a line, trying to defend their spot. Rowle, looking very scared, shouted commands. "Stay in place! We need to force them back!" But the undead wizards moved forward, their steps perfectly timed, each one carefully planned. They lifted their wands together, and a surge of dark, purple-black flames rushed toward the Death Eaters, swallowing a few of them before they could put up their shields. Their cries filled the fortress as the dark fire burned them, leaving only ashes behind.
Above the chaos, the spectral hounds through the air. These spirit-like creatures were not limited by the usual rules of the world; they could pass through walls and barriers, appearing and disappearing as they chased the fleeing dark wizards. One hound swooped low, catching a fleeing Death Eater in its jaws. The man cried out, trying to cast a curse, but the necro energy melted the guy within seconds.
Voldemort stepped out from the shadows of the fortress, his face cold and expressionless as ever, but the plague had done enough damage to him and his magic. With a single motion of his wand, a shimmering green shield enveloped the fortress, pulsing with dark magic. The surviving Death Eaters, scattered and terrified, rallied behind it. The barrier crackled, flickering with the power of ancient, protective enchantments, designed to repel even the deadliest of attacks.
Ryan remained perched on the ridge, his expression unreadable, his hands clasped behind his back as he observed the scene below. The shield was impressive. Yet, Ryan felt no alarm, no hint of concern. He had expected this. Voldemort, in his desperation, had resorted to locking himself in his fortress, hoping to buy time before he could plot his escape.
But time was a luxury Voldemort no longer had.
Ryan stretched out his hand lazily, feeling the cool night air against his skin. His voice, soft and low, carried through the wind as he uttered a curse lost to time, "Cadaveris Flare!" A smile tugged the corner of his lips as he snapped his fingers.
Far below, the bodies of the dead Death Eaters began to twitch, their limbs jerking unnaturally as dark energy seeped into their decaying flesh. He watched with dark satisfaction as the corpses of the Death Eaters swelled grotesquely, their skin stretching until it could no longer contain the growing force inside.
From within the fortress, Voldemort's eyes narrowed, sensing something was wrong. He looked around, his shield still in place, but something about the air had shifted. There was a tension, a swelling of energy that made even him uneasy.
And then it happened.
With a series of deafening explosions, the bodies erupted, one after another. Fire, poison gas, acid, and necrotic energy surged in all directions, shattering the once-impenetrable barrier. The green light flickered weakly before it shattered completely, sending a shockwave of dark energy rippling across the battlefield. The corpses within the fortress also exploded, devastating the Death Eaters from within.
Voldemort apparated away from the battlefield, taking advantage of the chaos and smoke, but to his surprise, a giant dragon appeared out of nowhere. Its giant jaws were wide open as a beam of dark purple energy shot out, striking his apparated form, and sending him crashing down to the ground. Before he could recover, the undead dragon swiped at him with its huge claws.
Voldemort apparated again, avoiding the claw, but a three-headed giant spectral hound burst out from underground, lunging toward him. The Dark Lord unleashed a barrage of dark curses, but it passed harmlessly through the creature. With a strangled cry, Voldemort rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the beast's lunge.
"ARGGGG!" He unleashed a bright green beam of pure magical power at the beast. The blast hit the undead hound square in the chest, blowing it apart. But the spectral hound quickly reformed itself, rushing toward Voldemort again.
The Dark Lord apparated once more, trying to get some distance between himself and the spectral hound. But another beam of energy shot down from the sky. He quickly raised his arm, creating a shield around himself, but the beam was too powerful, and it shattered the shield like glass. Voldemort stumbled back, barely able to remain standing.
"Impossible..." Voldemort whispered to himself.
Ryan apparated to the ground, right in front of Voldemort. The Dark Lord stared at him with wide eyes, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. The Necromancer—the one who had been responsible for the death of so many of his followers—was standing right in front of him.
Voldemort instantly threw the killing curse at him, "Avada Kedavra!"
Ryan countered it with his necro death curse, "Nex Mortis!"
The bright green beam of magic clashed with the pitch-black beam of Ryan's curse, causing a massive explosion of energy. Both wizards stood their ground, their wands trembling from the power of their spells.
The shockwave from the clashing spells sent ripples of raw magic across the battlefield, knocking debris and remnants of shattered stone into the air. Ryan's dark energy swirled like a vortex, absorbing the brightness of the Killing Curse, while Voldemort's green beam sizzled with desperation. Both wizards pushed harder, their magic lighting up the night sky as if day had come early.
"You think your pathetic necromancy can defeat me?" Voldemort yelled, his eyes burning with fury, his voice filled with venom. His hand trembled slightly, a result of both the plague's lingering effects and the sheer strain of holding the curse.
Ryan's expression remained calm, his voice steady, "It already did."
His wand flared with dark energy as he pushed forward. The black beam of necro-energy splintered into a web of tendrils, twisting around the Killing Curse and snuffing it out like a candle. The tendrils shot forward, aiming for Voldemort, who barely had time to erect another shield.
"It's useless..." Ryan flicked his wand, and the tendrils exploded in a shower of dark sparks, breaking through the shield and engulfing Voldemort in a cloud of smoke and dust. The Dark Lord's screams echoed across the battlefield.
"Enough!" Voldemort growled, his voice filled with rage. He flicked his wand violently, and a wave of explosive force emanated from him, shattering the smoke and dust. "I will end you!" The Dark Lord unleashed a barrage of curses, his wand a blur of movement as he rained down spell after spell upon Ryan. A Blasting Curse, a Blood-Binding Hex, and a spear of dark, twisted energy...
Ryan's wand moved like a blur, deflecting the curses with minimal effort. Each spell fizzled out against the dark shield he conjured, its surface rippling like a pool of ink. "Is that the best you can do, Riddle?" He asked, his voice cold and mocking.
At the mention of his true name, Voldemort's face twisted in fury. "Do not call me that!" With a roar of anger, he raised his wand high, summoning a torrent of magical fire, blacker than night. The flames spiraled upward, twisting into a monstrous serpent made entirely of dark magic. It lunged at Ryan with terrifying speed, its fangs gleaming with the promise of death.
"Didn't I already say that it's useless," Ryan just stood there as the dragon opened its maw and shot out a beam of necro energy, piercing through the snake and hitting Voldemort, sending him crashing down to the ground. Ryan instantly used his signature spell and summoned ethereal chains from the underworld, binding Voldemort.
Ryan walked leisurely toward the fallen Dark Lord, his eyes burning with dark energy. "Did you know? Necromancy is not only about raising the dead. It's also about manipulating death itself. But a dying freak has no reason to know anymore. But don't you worry, after killing you, I'll turn your soul into my slave and you will join my army of undead." He casually flicked his wand, and Voldemort's body lifted into the air.
"No... No... You cannot do this to me!" Voldemort struggled helplessly, his face twisted in rage and fear.
"Yup! I can," Ryan overloaded Voldemort's body with necro energy, trying to grab his soul, but the soul tried to fly away, but escaping from a necromancer's grasp was impossible. Ryan instantly grabbed the flying soul with his bare hand. "You can't escape me, Tom Marvolo Riddle. You belong to me now!"
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By the time, the Ministry and Dumbledore arrived, the battle was already over. Voldemort was killed, and Ryan was gone, along with all the undeads and necro hounds. Dumbledore and Fudge walked to the only corpse left on the battlefield.
"Tom!" Dumbledore sighed seeing the dead body of Voldemort.
Fudge ordered the Aurors to secure the area.
"To think he was strong enough to end this war in a single night!" Fudge said.
"Indeed..." Dumbledore agreed.
"What should we do with this corpse?" An Auror asked.
Dumbledore aimed his wand at the corpse. A bright yellow magic shot out from his wand and hit Voldemort's corpse, disintegrating it into ashes.
"What!?" Fudge asked, shocked. "We could have studied his body...!"
"No, can't take the risk of him returning again," Dumbledore said firmly. "Voldemort must stay dead for good this time!"
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Ryan apparated back to his hideout where Bellatrix and Narcissa, who had already completed their mission, were waiting for him.
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AN: 15 chs mass release. Hope you all enjoyed the first volume. I'm working on something new for the vol-2. It'll take some time, so, wait for the next part. Right now, I'm focusing on Spiderman and Batman ff, so, it will take some time. Well, see ya... & Don't ping me asking for a date.