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The abrupt silence that followed the shaking of the house left Lily and Jas in a state of tense anticipation. Wondering what transpired, they exchanged wary glances, the air thick with nervous energy. Lily eying her wand in MJ's hand, nervously awaited what was to co.
MJ, however, broke the silence with a casual tone, "Well, looks like Peter's finished." Her words hung in the air, causing Lily and Jas to exchange alard looks. The implication that Peter might be dead left them on edge.
"You think he's dead?" Jas questioned, his voice laced with worry.
Lily, her gaze fixed on MJ, demanded an explanation. "He must be. This is Voldemort we're talking about after all…"
MJ chuckled, "No, not like that. I an he's probably finished dealing with your little ho invasion."
Skepticism washed over Lily and Jas as they doubted MJ's words. In their eyes, the only one who could ever go toe to toe with Lord Voldemort was Albus Dumbledore, but sadly he wasn't here right now.
Ignoring their jittery state, MJ tossed Lily her wand, "Here." She said as she made her way toward the door, intent on rejoining her husband.
Concerned, Lily caught her wand and called out, "Wait! You can't go down there. It's dangerous!"
Jas added his voice, "Please, don't face him alone! We'll have a better chance of surviving until reinforcents arrive if we stick together."
Ignoring their pleas, MJ left the room. Downstairs, she found a large hole in the side of the house. Peter stood outside, bathed in the moonlight. Voldemort lay unconscious and bound at his feet, his form wrapped tightly in golden Eldritch energy chains.
MJ, surprised that Voldemort was still alive, questioned, "You didn't kill him?"
Peter turned, grinning at her, "What's the point? He's got too many horcruxes. We need to deal with those first before we can kill him."
A Horcrux is an object in which a Dark wizard or witch has hidden a detached fragnt of his or her soul in order to beco immortal. As long as the receptacle remained intact, so too did the soul fragnt inside of it, keeping the maker anchored to the world of the living.
Even if their body suffered fatal damage, the soul would simply turn into a wrathe and wonder the world until a new body is made or every anchor is destroyed, sending the wrathe straight to hell.
Making a Horcrux is considered to be by far the most terrible of all Dark Magic as it could only be created after committing murder, the suprest act of evil, as a ans to tear the soul.
The process for the creation of a Horcrux involves a spell and a horrific act of so sort, which is perford soon after the murder has taken place.
Given that Horcruxes are utterly precious to those who make them, there are usually protective asures made to prevent them from being stolen or destroyed, but thankfully, Peter and MJ know where every single Horcrux is. After all, they've both watched every Harry Potter movie.
As they conversed, the distant sound of a motorcycle's engine reached their ears. Suddenly, a flying Harley Davidson descended from the sky with Sirius Black at the helm. His expression shifted from worry to fury as he landed on the front lawn, gripping his wand.
[Insert picture of Sirius Black here]
As Sirius landed on the front lawn and dismounted, ready to charge inside to help his friends, his mind racing with the fact that Peter Pettigrew had actually betray them to Voldemort. He couldn't believe it when his sister Bellatrix, a follower of Voldemort, had co to brag about what was taking place tonight.
Greeting him with a casual "Yo," Peter waved his hand nonchalantly. Sirius, caught off guard, scanned the scene and froze at the sight of Voldemort defeated, unconscious at Peter and MJ's feet.
Before Sirius could voice his astonishnt, Lily and Jas, who had warily peeked out from the upstairs window after hearing Sirius's motorcycle arrive, caught sight of the bound Dark Lord. Their shock mirrored Sirius's, their voices halting in their throats.
Confused and astonished, Sirius's shoulders slumped in relief at the sight of Lily and Jas, both alive and in one piece. "You're okay…" He muttered before his eyes suddenly widened, his neck craning upwards. "Where's Harry?! He's not hurt is he?!"
As the shock dispersed, Jas quickly reassured Sirius, "Harry's fine. He didn't get to him." Sirius visibly relaxed, relief flooding his expression. However, his focus imdiately shifted to Peter and MJ, his eyes narrowing at the unconscious Dark Lord at their feet.
Rage ignited within Sirius as he stord over, pointing his wand at Voldemort, ready to deliver the final blow. "Avada-" He didn't like using an unforgivable curse, especially the killing curse, but if it ant ridding the world of Voldemort and protecting his Godson, Harry, then he didn't care.
But before Sirius could finish casting the spell, Peter swiftly snatched the wand from his hand, inciting an even deeper fury within him.
"Give my wand back NOW! He has to die!" Sirius demanded, his voice seething with anger. Jas and Lily, erging from the house with Harry in Lily's arms, heard Sirius's words and shared his sentint.
Peter, cool and collected, explained, "Killing him won't get rid of him. We have to destroy his Horcruxes first."
Confused, Jas and Sirius exchanged puzzled glances, while Lily, well-versed in magical lore, recognized the term. Her eyes widened with disgust as she looked at Voldemort. Turning to Peter, she questioned, "How many did he make?"
Peter shrugged, "There are six that I know of." After all, this is the multiverse, so there could be more.
Lily's shock intensified. "He tore his soul that many tis? Is there even anything left?"
Peter replied casually, "Probably not much of his original soul left."
Jas and Sirius, unfamiliar with the concept of Horcruxes, sought clarification from Lily. After her explanation, their expressions mirrored Lily's disgust. Jas declared, "We have to destroy them all."
Peter nodded in agreent, "We'll handle it soon enough. But until then, there's soone nearby you'll be happy to see." Confusion etched across Jas, Sirius, and Lily's faces as Peter conjured a portal with a wave of his hand.
From the portal fell a large rat, but with another wave of Peter's hand, a steak of lightning erge, zapping the rat and transforming it back into a very familiar man.
[Insert picture of Peter Pettigrew here]
Peter Pettigrew, the traitor who had betrayed the Potters to the Dark Lord, telling him the exact location of their hiding place. Hell, he even escorted the man straight to their doorstep, which is why he was still nearby, hiding like the rat he is.
Shock and disbelief painted the faces of Jas, Sirius, and Lily as they grappled with the unexpected appearance of their once-ally-turned-enemy.
Sirius's eyes narrowed as took his wand back from Peter and pointed it at the cowering Pettigrew, anger flashing in his gaze. "You! You betrayed us! We trusted you!"
Pettigrew staggered as he stamred, "I would never betray you, Jas, Lily! I swear!" He lied, hoping to weasel his way out of this situation.
Of course, nobody believed him. "You expect us to believe that you f*cking rat?!" Sirius exclaid in anger.
"I guess the Dark Lord just went for stroll and found our house, huh?" Lily comnted sarcastically, hiding behind Jas and Sirius. After all, she has Harry in her hands right now. She can't risk getting too close to a known Death Eater.
Jas nodded, sadness oozing from every pore. "I can't believe you'd do this to us… I thought we were friends…"
Berated by his forr friends, Pettigrew's fearful deanor morphed into a sinister fanaticism. "Friends? What are they worth when you're dead, huh? The Dark Lord gave a chance to survive so I took it! Don't stand there and act like you wouldn't do the exact sa thing either." He finally spilled the truth.
A disgusted look flashed over Sirius's face. "I'm a Black, Peter(Pettigrew), we've all been offered a position under the Dark Lord. I've turned it down countless tis already…"
As the forr heir of the Black house, a noble family full of dark wizards, Sirius has received all sorts of invitations to join Voldemort, but of course, he would never accept them.
Pettigrew looked up at Sirius, a crazed look in his eyes. "That's because you haven't felt his power like I have. I witnessed it a few tis already, and trust , you can't win against power like that…" He ranted on and on, his words dripping with fanatical admiration.
As he continued to speak, It beca evident that Pettigrew crazily idolized strength, and Voldemort embodied that strength for him. Even with the Dark Lord defeated, his fanaticism didn't change one bit.
Shocked expressions adorned everyone's faces, except for Peter and MJ, who had gleaned this information from the movies. Jas, Lily, and Sirius had thought Pettigrew to be a quiet, shy man, unaware of the crazed nature lurking beneath his facade.
Hearing enough, Sirius and Jas exchanged a glance, nodding in silent agreent. In unison, they raised their wands and spoke, "Diffindo."
Instantly, two visible blades of wind shot out of their wands, severing Pettigrew's head from his neck. Lily, shielding little Harry's eyes, turned away from the grueso sight.
As the cruel but deserved act unfolded, the echo of lightning striking resonated through the air. An old white haired man in extravagant robes and a giant of a man materialized just in ti to witness Jas and Sirius execute Pettigrew.
[Insert picture of Dumbles here]
[Insert picture of Hagrid here]
Shock painted Dumbledore's face, and he yelled, "Stop this instant!"
But it was too late. Pettigrew's lifeless body lay on the ground, his severed head a testant to the severe consequences of betrayal.
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