A/N: Pat-reon: HelloDarkness07.
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1 September, 1959:
Hogsmeade Village Station:
Hogsmeade- one of the very few completely Wizarding villages in the Wizarding World. With a total population of just around 500 people, the village is a very popular one for several reasons.
The Butterbeer that you can get in the Three Broomsticks is of the highest quality, and almost always extremely fresh. Wizards who don't like muggles very much use this place as a way to socialize while not hiding their identity at the same time. The Forbidden forest is a treasure trove for a variety of ingredients, and competent Wizards and Witches forage around it whenever they want.
And of course, there's the greatest Wizarding School in Wizarding Great Britain. Or as I call it, the only Wizarding School in Wizarding Great Britain.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
For many of the people, Hogsmeade serves as a safety insurance. Being a completely Wizarding Village, Hogsmeade always has at least one team of Aurors patrolling. And then there's the Hogwarts Headmaster, who is renowned as being one of the strongest Wizards in the world, as well as the teachers who aren't anything to scoff at either.
And soon, or maybe soon, it was going to be filled with children, ranging from 11 to 18, who were coming from their homes to start their schooling. And that.. is why I'm here today, now.
Bringing my pocket watch out, I look at the time: 6:55 PM, which means it's almost time.
"Bloody hell, you're Captain Avalon!" A loud voice yells from the side, making me sigh internally.
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"Bloody hell, you're Captain Avalon!"
As soon as Hagrid yelled that in a surprised excitement, he realized that he should not have done that.
As the man looks towards him, with a tired smile, Hagrid blushes bashfully, and takes a step back. He knew his large form might intimidate some people, although if the tales of Captain Avalon are true, then he won't be intimidated this easily.
"Blimey, you're tall." Captain Avalon says instead, the impression in his sound making Hagrid blush even more.
Wiping his sweaty hands on his coat, Hagrid nods, smiles at his hero, and says, "Me da always said I was large for me age. And what do ya know? He was right, wasn't he?"
The man- Mason Aves- Hagrid reminds himself, smiles, and says, "That you are."
"Rubeus Hagrid, Professor of Care of Magical Creatures, and the Groundskeeper of Hogwarts. Pleased to meet you, Sir. Big fan." Hagrid says, trying not to stammer, or God forbid, blush even more, as he offers his hand to the man.
Aves takes his hand, and after shaking it with a surprising amount of Strength for a man his size, he says, "Mason Aves, but you already knew that. And don't call me Sir. I might be an ordained Knight, but I don't like to use that title much, not outside of places necessary anyway."
Hagrid blushes again, feeling a bit bad about yelling it out like that. He's just thankful that there aren't any other people here on the Station, other than the workers of the station, and a cleaner.
"Don't sweat it, mate. If I wanted to stay hidden, I would have stayed hidden." Aves says, making Hagrid feel a bit relieved.
Hagrid rocks on his feet for a moment, wondering what the man is doing here, but then the answer comes to him immediately. Protection. Mason Aves was here, just in case the Death Eaters attacked.
"Thank you for being here, Sir Captain. It is much appreciated. I told Dumbledore to have at least two teachers here today, but he doesn't believe the Students are at any risk." Hagrid doesn't disagree with Albus Dumbledore often, but this is one manner where he would always disagree with him.
Death Eaters are evil, they don't care about morality. They tried to attack Hogwarts students before, and that led to Professor Rowle dying. And yet, Dumbledore doesn't think the students are in any danger.
"Great man, Dumbledore." Hagrid continues. "But as they say, sometimes great people make mistakes too."
Mason Aves sighs, and says, "Albus Dumbledore is a man that likes to see the good in everyone, no matter how rotten they are. The Dark Lord Voldemort could be standing right in front of him, and Dumbledore would still try to convince him not to attack."
Hagrid is offended at first, but before he can say anything, Aves says, "Don't get me wrong, it isn't a bad quality by itself. But in the current situation? Yeah, it's not something that would work very well. And it's not his fault either. He's been a teacher for half a century, and that means that these current Dark Wizards, these Death Eaters, he still sees them as his old students, and not the grown people that they are."
Hagrid sighs, admitting that yes, that's an accurate description. But to be fair, Aves has known Dumbledore for a decade more than he did.
Hagrid turns towards the man, and softly says, "Great man, Dumbledore. But he does have his flaws."
Hearing the sound of the incoming train, he then claps his hands together, and says, "It was nice to meet you, Captain Aves. But.. Duty calls."
Smiling at him, Aves says, "It was nice to meet you too, Professor Hagrid."
"First Years! First years, over here!" Hagrid yells, once the train stops and the doors open.
As the students start pouring out of the train, however, Hagrid notices something. Something odd. In the dark night sky, he could faintly make out something flying towards them, but it wasn't birds, nor was it any of the magical Creatures he knew about. And he knew a lot.
"STUDENTS!" A loud voice booms, and Hagrid snaps his head towards Captain Aves, who was staring at the same spot that he was just staring at. As the students jump, startled, Aves says, "MAKE A FEW LINES, AND CALMLY FOLLOW PROFESSOR HAGRID TOWARDS THE LAKE! YOU WON'T BE TAKING THE CARRIAGES TODAY. I REPEAT, FOLLOW PROFESSOR HAGRID WITH THE FIRST YEARS!"
Captain Aves then looks towards Hagrid, and just a single nod is all Hagrid needs, before he starts yelling, "Right, come on you lot! Prefects! Start leading the way! Oy, Crowley! Black! You're Head Boy and Girl, aren't ya? Take charge and lead your classmates inside! And be quick about it! Leave your bags, the Elves will get them! Just hurry up!"
With a cacophony of noise, footsteps start thundering away from the open station, and towards the gate that leads towards the Black Lake.
"You should go with them. If I remember right then that path is not exactly stable." Captain Aves says, coming to stand beside Hagrid.
Hagrid nods, and says, "I'll cover their backs. No Death Eater is harming a single student while I'm here."
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Within a few seconds, the Death Eaters reach the station and begin the attack with a barrage of destructive spells thrown amongst the Students. Students scream in panic, cry out in fear, and duck their heads, as the spells fly towards them.
Hagrid is ready, with his wand raised up in defense of his students, but finds it unnecessary to do so. All the spells thrown by the Death Eaters are met with a transparent barrier that stops the spells immediately. Looking down, he and the other students see Mason Aves, Captain Avalon, standing in the midst of the students, with a straight wooden staff in his hand.
The staff was beautiful, and even Hagrid, who has no knowledge of crafting, could tell that it was made by a master. The subtle green glow it gave out captivated his sight, until the situation made him remember that he needed to hurry.
"Don't dawdle! Hurry! You there, run inside!" Hagrid yells, as he turns his back towards Captain Avalon.
If there's one thing to know, Captain Avalon is a man that fought an entire army, and then fought and defeated Gellert Grindelwald. A few Death Eaters will not be a problem for him.
"THERE SHE IS!" one of the Death Eaters yells, as he flies forward, towards one of the students.
The shield which had protected them all from the spells do nothing to stop the man from flying towards the students, and Hagrid watches him fly towards a girl, a third year from the looks of it. A muggleborn.
Seeing his wand start rising up, Hagrid points his own wand at him, and silently casts, 'DEPULSO!'
The inbound man is hit by the spell before he even starts casting a curse, and he gets thrown back violently. Hagrid gathers the frozen girl in his arms, offhandedly noticing that she was a muggleborn, and handing her off to a boy, he says, "Take her inside!"
He then turns towards Aves, and finds him battling a dozen Death Eaters by himself. His staff moved gracefully, batting spells away from him and into the sky, making sure the students weren't harmed. As Hagrid kept watching, he sees Mason angle his shield in such a way that a curse sent at him hits it, and reflects back towards another Death Eater, carving a hole in his chest.
Another reflected spell causes one's teeth to grow so quickly that they come out of his chin and his eyes, killing him too.
Hagrid watches it all with a horrified fascination, while the Students keep running away from the combat, thankfully making a smart decision for once.
But.. Hagrid didn't like this. Watching one man fight while he just sat back and relaxed, leaving all the work for the one man who had already saved the world from one Dark Lord.
'I'm not just going to sit back and watch someone else save my students for me! No!' Hagrid thinks to himself, and making a decision, despite the other man not needing it, Hagrid steps forward to help him.
Flicking his wand, Hagrid summons a chunk of Earth from near him, and banishes it towards a flying man that was taking potshots at Mason. Or trying to, since using that staff of his, Mason was expertly defending himself.
The land hits the man in the face, dropping him down from the broom, his fate unknown to Hagrid. As a spell speeds towards him, a stunner he recognises, Hagrid simply raises his hand, and lets his thick, somewhat magic resistant skin stop it. The spell splashes on his skin, and after causing barely a moment of dizziness, it dissipates.
He then points his wand at the man, and casts, 'Accio!', summoning his cloak. The man loses his balance, and is summarily disposed of by a banishing charm that throws him into the woods.
Within a single minute after the attack began, Mason Aves had most of the 30 something attackers bound or dead, while Hagrid himself had taken down 4 of them, which was a big thing for someone like him.
A fully trained Wizard he may be, but his talents lay more in dealing with animals than actually using Magic to fight.
"Is this over?" Hagrid asks, panting, as he stares at Mason kneeling next to a Death Eater, his hand touching the man's forehead.
Shaking his head, Mason says, "These were just cannon fodder, Professor Hagrid. Weaklings, as compared to the usual Death Eaters. I wouldn't be surprised if all of them are new recruits, meant to be a distraction."
Hagrid frowns, and looking around, he asks, "If these were meant to be a distraction, where's the actual attack?"
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps makes him turn around, only to give out a sigh of relief when he sees Professor Dumbledore, and Professor McGonaggal jogging towards them.
After a glance to look at the only other man standing, Mason Aves, Minerva asks, "Hagrid! Are you alright?"
Hagrid smiles, and says, "Minerva! Professor Dumbledore! I'm alright, I didn't get even a scratch while dealing with these idiots."
"You defeated all of them?" Minerva asks, in a bit of a skeptical voice.
Hagrid shakes his head, and with a smile, he says, "That would be him there." Leaning down, he whispers, "That's Captain Avalon! Mason Aves!"
Minerva widens her eyes, and turns towards the man once again, who is now kneeling next to another man, with his hand on the man's forehead.
"Truly? That's him? He looks so.. so young! Whatever is he doing down there?" Minerva whispers back, a bit of her excitement showing.
"The two of you don't whisper half as softly as you think you do." Mason says, making Minerva jump a little, while Hagrid startles himself into skipping a beat.
He stands up, and with a sigh, he says, "Disgraced I may be, but I am a healer, and hence, obligated to check them for any fatal injuries."
The fact that he was the one to injure them in the first place doesn't leave anyone's notice.
Dumbledore, who was silently staring at the man, looks at him over his glasses, and asks, "And it certainly doesn't hurt that their minds are now open for going through, does it?"
Mason just smiles, and says, "No, it certainly doesn't." Offering his hand to Dumbledore, he says, "Dumbledore, you've gotten old."
Minerva makes an affronted noise on Dumbledore's behalf, but the man himself just chuckles, shakes the offered hand, and says, "And you look as young as the day we fought Grindelwald."
'Truly?' Hagrid thinks to himself, wondering how that's possible.
Waving his hand, Mason says, "Hydra left a lot of scars on me, my youth only one of them."
He then turns towards Minerva, who was blushing a bit, and says, "You're the Transfiguration professor right, the one who helped Rowle save the students."
Minerva nods, with a sad smile on her face, and says, "Professor Rowle was very adamant that I and Filius take the students away to safety while she dealt with the threats. I.. I would never regret anything more than I regret not staying back with her that day."
Mason nods, his face melancholic and it takes Hagrid a while to remember that Mason Aves was young enough to be taught Charms by Thrud Rowle just the same as he and Minerva were.
"Touching." A fifth voice says from above them, and all four of them startle a little at the suddenness of the voice. "I would have admonished Abraxas for killing her, but I heard he's already been punished."
Hagrid looks up, and finds some fear resurfacing, only this time it wasn't fear for his students, but for his own life. Because flying above him were a hundred Wizards and witches on brooms, all wearing dark black robes. Some were masked in silver or gold masks, while others were completely fearlessly showing their faces.
And in between them was what scared Hagrid the most. A man, a single man, with his wand idly held in his hand, floating in the air without any kind of support. No broom, no magic carpet, no enchanted wings, nothing. Just him, and some sort of dark gray smoke covering his legs.
"Good evening, Tom." Dumbledore says, looking strangely morose.
"Tom?" Hagrid suddenly asks. "Tom Riddle?"
The floating man ignores Hagrid, glares at Dumbledore, and says, "Do. Not. Call. Me. THAT! My name.. is Lord Voldemort."
'Lord Voldemort. The Dark Lord that all these Death Eaters follow. That was Tom Riddle? The Head Boy who died trying to raise a Basilisk? The boy who got him thrown into Azkaban and forced Aragog into hiding? The boy who killed Myrtle?'
Multiple thoughts go through Hagrid's mind, wondering how Tom came back to life. How he's here, and how he got all this power, both magical and political.
"You knew about this Professor?" Hagrid asks, strangely feeling betrayed about not knowing this.
Dumbledore keeps his eyes on the floating Voldemort, and says, "I learned about it a month ago. Forgive me for not saying anything, Hagrid. I needed to confirm a few things first, before I could let anyone know about this fact."
Hagrid opens his mouth to say something scathing, but someone else beats him to the punch and says, "Debate about this later, if you don't mind. We have a Dark Lord to deal with." Mason Aves.
Voldemort looks at Mason, and looks pleased for some reason. Taunting, he says, "Ah, the Hero of Great Britain, Captain Avalon! Knight of Avalon! Champion of Muggles! Tell me, how does it feel to only be known for tricking a Dark Lord into dying? At least Dumbledore had the good graces of being honest with his skills, but you.. no, you tricked a man you couldn't defeat."
Mason shrugs, and says, "Underwhelming, to be honest. But my life is going alright, or it was, before your league of idiots came in."
"Ah, yes. I heard about your friend, Fleamont Potter. It was a tragedy that we lost a Pureblood like this. But well, deaths are necessary if you want to make change." Voldemort says, and Hagrid just sees the mood in Mason's face change.
Waving his hand, Mason conjures his Staff to his hand, which Hagrid hadn't even noticed had disappeared. Gasps sound all over the ground, as the dozens of Death Eaters who were surrounding them from the ground, and the dozens more flying above them, feast their eyes on an actual staff.
Voldemort looks at it in hunger, and says, "An actual Magical Staff. It will be a useful tool when I kill you."
Mason instead holds the staff on the ground, and says, "You should have remained in whatever hole you were hiding in, Riddle. That way, you would have lived a few days longer."
"Do not call-" Voldemort begins, but is suddenly thrown back when a blast of pure magic hits him right in the face.
As if a signal was given, the Death Eaters start their attack, and Dumbledore and Minerva stand back to back, taking on multiple enemies each. Hagrid stays on the defensive, and instead runs towards the Death Eaters to physically beat them.
Off the corner of his eyes, Hagrid notices Mason using his hand to erect a shield charm, while he uses the staff to disarm, break, or bind one Death Eater after another.
"YOU DARE?!" An approaching Voldemort yells, as he flies straight towards Mason, who was busy dealing with 31 Death Eaters on his own.
Hagrid lifts a Death Eater up and throws him in Voldemort's way, hoping to delay him. Unfortunately, Voldemort simply waves his hand, negligently cutting the body into multiple pieces that drop down on the ground.
Defeating his last enemy, Hagrid watches Voldemort reach Mason, and send a Cruciatus Curse into his exposed back. Mason somehow still sees it coming, and turns around with a shield.
Unfortunately for him, the shield does not stand strong in front of the Unforgivable, and the Cruciatus Curse hits Mason right in his face.
"NO!" Hagrid yells, as Dumbledore and Minerva helplessly watch Mason get thrown back.
Unexpectedly, Mason lands on his feet, and spinning on his feet, slams his Staff's glowing green head on the ground. The ground ripples, as the Death Eaters on the ground find themselves sinking in, while Hagrid finds the ground underneath himself moving, taking him towards Dumbledore.
'Even when being hit by a Cruciatus, his priority is to save people.' Hagrid says, tearing up.
Voldemort, and the remaining Death Eaters, who were all in the air, however, stay safe from this spell.
"AVADAAA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort yells, while the Death Eaters converge towards the trio of Hogwarts Professors.
Lifting his hand, Mason wandlessly summons a chunk of rock in the way, and spinning around the next spell, sends a single beam of pure Magic at Voldemort.
Voldemort shoots a beam of his own at Mason, but finds himself struggling against the sheer strength behind Mason's attack.
Gritting his teeth, frustrated, Voldemort asks, "How did you get so strong? You were weak! You tricked Grindelwald! You did not defeat him!"
Dumbledore ties up another Death Eater in thick iron chains, and looking up, he whispers, "Oh, Tom. People often underestimate just how strong Grindelwald was. Mason may have tricked him that day, but he was more than strong enough to fight him on even grounds when it came to using Power. It was only Gellert's superior skill that forced Mason to trick him."
Hagrid widens his eyes, not knowing this. Of course, everyone praised Mason for defeating Grindelwald, and most of them said that Mason only won because Dumbledore tired Grindelwald first, or because he tricked Grindelwald. But despite the many descriptions of the fight that were given in the following days, Hagrid never knew that Mason was stronger than Dumbledore even when he was that young!
Voldemort turns his head towards Dumbledore, making all three Professors raise their eyes in surprise. The realization in the bright red eyes of Lord Voldemort made them all realize in return that Voldemort heard what Dumbledore said.
With a crack, Voldemort disappears from his place, letting the beam of Magic fly into the air, and appears on the ground behind Mason. Mason turns around, but before he could even make a single move, another curse, a bone shatterer, hits his shoulder, shattering his shoulder and sending him flying back towards the trees.
Voldemort turns towards Dumbledore, triumphant, and says, "See this, Dumbledore? Your prized student also stood no chance in front of me. Bow, bow before Death, Dumbledore. Because soon, the entire Wizarding World will be mine. And not you, not Mason Aves, and not this nuisance Atharva Joshi will stand in my way!"
Dumbledore just smiles, and asks, "Are you sure about that, Tom?"
Hagrid doesn't understand what he means, and even Voldemort looks strangely confused, before a Magical staff head lands on his face, sending him flying towards the station.
Where Voldemort once stood, now kneeled Mason Aves, who looked a bit tired but none the worse for wear.
"How?!" Voldemort yells, enraged.
Mason snorts, and standing up, he says, "I'm a Healer, moron."
Hagrid breathes a sigh of relief, having believed that Mason had actually gotten injured, that his hero had actually gotten injured. That his hero might die.
Voldemort, surprisingly enough, stays in his place, now faced with four Wizards. His entire army that he had brought here lay on the ground, or for some, underneath it. Unconscious, dead, or bound.
Hagrid knew that if Voldemort stayed, he wouldn't survive. But he also knew that letting him leave now that they had him wasn't a smart move. Who knows what destruction he will cause after he leaves.
A smile grows on Voldemort's face, which looks entirely creepy to Hagrid. The smile keeps growing, as he raises his hands to the side. He asks, "Can you feel it? Can you feel your Death approaching?"
A shiver goes through Hagrid's spine, as the temperature around the place suddenly decreases.
"Dementors!" Dumbledore whispers, horrified.
Voldemort smirks wider, and turning towards Voldemort, he says, "Not just Dementors, no. I have something else too, Dumbledore."
Bringing his wand up, he brings it down immediately and stabbing it into the ground, he yells, "EVOCAZIONE DEGLI INFERI!"
The ground shudders, as cracks form all around the station. Unlike when Mason had moved the ground around, however, this wasn't natural. This was entirely unnatural and Hagrid could feel it in his bones.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" three voices yell at once, pointing their wands in the air, summoning a white Phoenix, Cat, and Cerberus in the air. Patronuses.
Meanwhile, the fourth person was staring at the cracks in the ground with a frown, disgust showing plainly on his face.
"And this isn't the only attack even." Voldemort says, purposefully bringing their attention to himself again. Waving his hand, he pointed towards Hogsmeade Village, and only now could Hagrid hear the sounds of battle coming from that direction. "A group of my most loyal are currently engaged with the Aurors and will have them down in no time. The Ministry is being attacked by a tribe of Vampires. And Diagon Alley.. Diagon Alley is being accosted by 50 Dementors and Werewolves. They couldn't transform, sadly enough, since the full moon is still half a month away, but as you know, even an unturned Werewolf is dangerous if the bite is serious enough."
As Mason grimly watches the cracks on the ground increase, Voldemort smirks towards Mason, and asks, "Isn't your wife there right now? Helping the Greengrass woman pack up her shop? Disgusting, isn't she? Greengrass wanted to lay with another woman but she could have at least chosen a pure woman to do so. But no, she chose a mudblood!"
"What will you do, Mason Aves? Will you help Dumbledore deal with the Dementors? Will you deal with whatever comes up from the ground? Or.. will you go to Diagon Alley and save your wife?" Voldemort taunts, as Hagrid sees hands rise up from the cracks. Ugly, rotting hands.
For a moment, Hagrid is worried. Worried that of course Mason will go to Diagon Alley to save his wife.
But then..
"Pfft!" Mason snortles, which then leads to "ha- Ha- HAhaha!" laughing loudly.
As the now lone Phoenix Patronus rises into the air to attack the Dementors by themselves, and the three Professors watch a delusional Mason laugh like an idiot, Voldemort hisses out, "Why.. are.. you.. laughing!?"
Looking up with a lot of anger in his eyes, Mason says, "It is really cute that you think my wife needs help in dealing with whatever you sent after her. It may be a bit hard to believe, Riddle, but my wife is far, far stronger than I am."
"That is not possible! I would have heard about it if that was so!" Voldemort denies, raising his wand.
By now, the hands had appeared out completely, and they were lifting bodies out of the ground. Dead bodies of people.
"What the fuck are they?" Hagrid whispers, horrified.
"Inferi." Dumbledore grimly says. Lifting his wand, he says, "Use any and all fire spells you know. I'll keep the Dementors at bay and Mason currently has Voldemort occupied."
"Yes, Professor." Minerva and Hagrid say unanimously, and begin casting fire at the bodies lifting out of the ground.
He hears Mason's voice, clear as day, say, "And it's because she didn't want anyone to know, you dimwit. But it won't matter anyway, because you'll be dead before the day is up. And so will your army."
Voldemort snarls, and says, "Like I will die to someone like you, a muggle-lover!"
And then, he focuses all his magic in a dark black orb in front of his wand tip, and sends it flying towards Mason.
A horrified Hagrid watches Mason lift his staff, inadvertently letting an Inferi grab onto his arm. Without letting his eyes wander away from Mason, he grabs the Inferi by his head, and sends it flying into another Inferi he had burned a few seconds earlier. Meanwhile, the dark black orb of Dark Magic slams into a shield created by Mason's staff, and causes an explosion that blinds everyone with black smoke.
When the smoke clears, he sees Voldemort standing victorious, completely confident that his attack worked. Suddenly, however, the smoke that had still remained near the point of explosion started condensing.
Hagrid sees Mason standing there, completely unharmed, but strangely confused, as he stares at the spot in front of him.
"Dark Lords." A voice suddenly says in a disgusted tone, coming from everywhere, and nowhere all at once. "They learn one Ancient spell, and they believe that no one can defeat them."
Suddenly, each and every Inferi, as well as the Dementors that were being slowly pushed back by the Patronuses combust, as a blue-black flame catches hold on to them, and starts covering them up.
"SCREEEEE!" The Dementors screech, and Hagrid notices in horror that the blue flames were actually hurting them. Killing them.
Voldemort lifts his wand, and starts spinning around, trying to see where the voice had just come from. "Show yourself, coward!"
And then, Hagrid sees him. Standing right in front of Mason was a man. He wasn't there before, it was as if between one Blink and the next, the man just showed up.
The man was dark skinned, a bit similar to Hagrid's old classmate Prabhakar Patil, taller than Mason by a few inches, and a bit more muscular. His brown eyes were glaring at Voldemort, whom he was looking at in complete disgust, while he simply had his hands folded.
Mason startles at the sudden appearance of the man, and takes a few steps back, pointing his staff at the man. And Hagrid fears, because there was just something about this man that made him feel as if he was a dangerous being and not just a man.
"Who are you?" Voldemort asks, seeing his backup plan get destroyed oh so easily.
The man snorts, and says, "You know me. I've killed a bunch of your soldiers. Weak as they were, it didn't even take any effort to do so."
"Atharva Joshi!" Voldemort hisses, glaring at the man.
Turning back, Atharva Joshi looks at Mason, and says, "Relax. I have no intentions of fighting you at this time. I am here for him."
"You think yourself so strong. Your supposed feats do not scare me, Joshi. You may have defeated the Goddess of Death, but I have conquered Death itself!" Voldemort boasts, and Hagrid has to look at him in disbelief.
Hagrid wasn't ashamed to admit that this Atharva Joshi scared him, and from the looks of it, he knew less about the man than Voldemort does.
Atharva chuckles, and slowly raising his hand, he says, "You speak as if you stand an actual chance, Tom Marvolo Riddle."
And then, between one moment and the next, Atharva Joshi disappears from his place in front of Mason, and appears right in front of Voldemort, with his hand around Voldemort's neck.
Voldemort suddenly finds himself higher up in the air, lifted off by his neck, struggling to breathe. As Voldemort tries to get out of the grip, Atharva Joshi turns towards Dumbledore, and says, "Tell your Ministry to keep the criminals imprisoned, and to actually check before declaring them to be under the imperius Curse. Because if not.. then they will face the same fate that Abraxas Malfoy faced."
And then, he disappears, taking a red faced Voldemort with him. For a moment, there's only silence, as the four people stare at the place Atharva and Voldemort just disappeared from.
Hagrid had a lot of questions in his mind. Who even was Atharva Joshi? What did he do, and why was Dumbledore scared when he introduced himself? How did he defeat Voldemort so easily? Where did he take him? Why didn't he interfere when the other Dark Lords came very close to actually ruling the world?
That and so many more questions ran through all their minds. But they all knew that it was highly unlikely that they would ever get any answer.
"Well that was fucking weird." Mason says, summing it all up in five words.
And Hagrid heartily agreed with the sentiment.
Hagrid hoped, really hoped, that this Atharva Joshi was actually going to take care of Voldemort and that he wasn't on Voldemort's side. It could be a trick to help Voldemort escape, and even Hagrid knew it was likely.
But.. he would only know when the time comes.
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A/N: Tada! Sorry for being late, I was having issues actually putting the chapter into words. I wrote the summary down, but I just couldn't make my mind up. I first wrote the entire chapter in Mason's POV but since Mason is so OP, everything felt boring, so Hagrid's POV began.
And yeah, I deleted 3/4th chapter and began again.
Anyway, Atharva Joshi came and kidnapped Voldemort, while Mason Aves panicked and took a few steps back? How was this possible? Any guesses?
Anyway, this arc will be coming to an end within 5 chapters, at most 10. After which, expect a new story for the MCU part of it. For the X-MEN, I might just write a separate story in Summary format. Kinda like the first chapter of "Harry Potter and the Chance at a New Life by Kossboss" which is an amazing story btw, and it is what got me into Stargate/Harry Potter fanfictions(despite not being a fan of Stargate, tbh).
The reason I won't write a full story YET on the X-Men part, is because while I'm writing this story I've fleshed out the MCU part pretty well. But the X-Men part? I haven't even thought about how I want the timeline to go.
So, yeah. No X-Men for now. They might make an appearance during the MCU parts relevant to them, but otherwise they won't be a major part of the story.
Also, I might write another spin-off filled with oneshots of Mason's Past adventures. Might. MIGHT.
Anyway, thank you for your patience, and your support! Hope this chapter made the wait worth it.
Tata!
Lord Voldemort attacks Hogsmeade Station! Defeated and taken by the mysterious Atharva Joshi!
London: Last night was the first night of the Hogwarts Academic year, and hundreds of students had taken the train from London's King's Cross Station to Hogsmeade Station to either start, or continue their schooling.
As it has been going on for every 1st September since 1950, the Hogwarts students were met at the Hogsmeade Station by the CMC Professor Rubeus Hagrid, who also serves as the Groundskeeper of Hogwarts. This time, however, as the Second Year students and above were beginning to go their way towards the carriages, an astonishing 30 Death Eaters began their attack on the Station.
Thankfully, the Ministry had already foreseen this attack coming, and security was in place. The security was in the form of our very own Hero, Sir Captain Mason Aves, or as he is also known, Captain Avalon.
Professor Hagrid protected the students and sent them through the First Year Entrance, while Mason Aves held the Death Eaters back.
Within minutes, dear readers, Captain Avalon had all the attackers dead at his hands, or in his custody. The sounds of the battle had gotten the attention of the Hogwarts Professors, and our dear Headmaster Dumbledore came out of the Castle, along with the Transfiguration Professor Minerva McGonaggal, and Professor Horrace Slughorn.
While Professor Slughorn took the students inside, Professors Dumbledore and McGonaggal went outside to check on the defenders, and help them if necessary.
And that, my friends, is when the Dark Lord Voldemort showed up. Dark Lord Voldemort is the one who is the Power behind the terrorists that are the Death Eaters. Reports say that he had brought 50 more Death Eaters with him, and that he could fly without the aid of a broom.
After a short battle which saw Mason Aves defeating the Death Eaters, and battling the Dark Lord, all while using an actual Magical Staff, the Dark Lord invoked some sort of ancient Dark Curse.
Mason Aves tried to defend himself from the Curse using an unknown Shield charm, but it proved unnecessary when something else defended him from an attack that would have "no doubt killed him", a quote from Captain Aves himself.
This is when the Vigilante Atharva Joshi showed up. Atharva Joshi, who claims to be a being as old as 2000 years, not only saved Mason Aves from dying, but he also defeated Lord Voldemort within seconds, and then left as soon as he came, before the other defenders could even do anything.
Some more of Lord Voldemort's Death Eaters were busy attacking the village of Hogsmeade, and a total of four people lost their lives, before the Aurors led by Captain Darla White managed to detain all of the attackers.
But not only that folks. As the attack on the Hogsmeade Station was going on, there were two more attacks carried out by the Death Eaters. One on our very own Ministry of Magic, by a tribe of Vampires that Lord Voldemort had managed to entice to his side, while the other on Diagon Alley.
The attack on Diagon Alley was foiled by the Auror Team stationed there, as well as two helpers in the form of Selene Aves, the wife of Captain Mason Aves, and Anastasia Greengrass, the Fiancee to Auror Captain Darla White.
The attack on the Ministry, however, went on for 10 minutes, which saw the deaths of nine brave aurors and two Unspeakables before the Vampires were mostly killed or detained. Three Vampires did manage to flee, and Aurors are currently searching for them.
While the loss of life was not high, the Minister for Magic expressed his regret for the few that were lost. The detained Death Eaters are currently awaiting their trials, which the Wizengamot will be overseeing, considering the sensitivity of this tragedy, while the Dead Death Eaters are being examined by the Unspeakables for signs of Imperius Curse. The same is being done for the detained Death Eaters.
If the Death Eaters are actually proved the be under the Imperius Curse, or if it is proved without a doubt that they were threatened into complying, then the Death Eater in question will be cleared of all charges, and named a victim of the Dark Lord Voldemort's short reign of terror.
If the claims prove false, and if the Death Eaters are proved to have been working under Lord Voldemort of their own, then punishments will be levied, depending on the severity of their charges.
As the next morning has dawned, however, there are many questions in the minds of the people.
Is this Atharva Joshi the same one as the one who defeated a God? Is he actually on our side, or was that just a trick by Lord Voldemort to allow him to escape from fighting a losing battle against both Mason Aves and Albus Dumbledore? Is this short war over, or will Lord Voldemort return?
Stay tuned to find out.
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Tom Riddle, or as he prefers to be known as, Lord Voldemort, wakes up with a start, not knowing where he is, how he got here, or why he was even unconscious when he doesn't need to sleep.
That was the first thing he had taken care of as soon as he had learned about Rituals. A single, simple Ritual, to gain the ability to stay awake at all times without any drawbacks.
And yet, he was still unconscious.
Lord Voldemort panics a bit, as he opens his eyes and sees an unfamiliar ceiling. He just panics, Lord Voldemort is not someone who gets scared, and tries to get up, tries to move.
Tries.
Unfortunately for him, Voldemort finds himself unable to do anything to his body, save for moving his eyes to look around.
He couldn't hear anything, and not because of any spell, there was just nothing making a noise here that even his sensitive ears might pick up.
Enhanced senses, another Ritual that he had done using a sacrifice of some werewolf he didn't even try finding the identity of. Unfortunately, that Ritual had given him ugly, yellow teeth that he couldn't fix, no matter what he tried.
"You know, Tom." He suddenly hears, making him freeze. He tries summoning his Magic, but just like his body, he finds himself failing to do a single thing. "You have no idea how badly you messed up. No idea at all."
He tries to ask, 'Who are you?' but his mouth doesn't work. However, his mind supplies him the answer anyway, recognising the voice from somewhere.
Atharva Joshi, the man who saved the annoyance Mason Aves from his Spell, and the one who.. captured him. So that's where he is. Imprisoned by Atharva Joshi, a man who fought Gods, if the tales are true.
"Glad to see your mind is still intact and that you remember me, Tom." The man says again, making Tom widen his eyes.
'How did he do that? How did he go through Lord Voldemort's mind without me even knowing?' Lord Voldemort thinks to himself, trying even harder to get sensations back to his body, and trying to get a grip on his magic.
"I am going to pretend you didn't just wonder how a 2000 year old Wizard who fought Gods went through your Occlumency like it was paper." He hears the man say. Voldemort hears the shuffling of a chair, and finally, he sees the man standing over him.
Atharva just stares at Voldemort, and says, "While you fruitlessly try to escape, or even get sensations back to your body, I am going to tell you a tale, a tale that will explain to you why you're dying today."
Lord Voldemort wants to deny that he will die today, that he will even be harmed, but before he can even bring that thought forward, Atharva waves his hand and something floats above his head, so he can look right at it.
The Ring that he took from Morfin Gaunt, his uncle, and the Chalice belonging to Helga Hufflepuff that he stole from a woman named Hepzibah Smith. The two Horcruxes that he had made after returning to life.
Voldemort just stares at the two items, unable to even think anything, as he becomes more and more horrified.
"Did you really think they will remain hidden from me? I was there when Horcruxes were first created, you dumb child. I was there when Herpo the Foul was defeated. Does it now reach your tiny insignificant mind just how beyond your scope I am?" Atharva asks, as calmly as ever.
As the two items keep spinning over Voldemort's face, Atharva says, "Now, on to the tale. The tale begins around 2000 years ago. I was young then, just 25 years old, and I was working in the Great Library of Alexandria as a Scribe. There, I met a woman. You've heard about the Royal Mages of Egypt, I know, this woman was the Leader of that group, while I was there. Tatiana, the High Mage.
"Tatiana was a wild one, she had a thirst for knowledge, and was one of the strongest Witches around at the time, while being two years younger than I. Naturally, I fell in love with her, and slowly, she fell for me."
Voldemort, who had now gotten out of the shock of his Horcruxes being found out, listens to the tale, wondering what the point of it is. What should he, the great Lord Voldemort, care about the love life of a 2000 year old man?
Atharva hums, and if Voldemort was anyone else, he would have detected a hint of fondness to that sound. He then says, "Tatiana was the one to kill Herpo the Foul, when he terrorized Egypt barely a month into our meeting one another. You might be thinking, 'I didn't know that! Why isn't this in the History books?' It is because I didn't want it to be in the history books."
"After defeating Herpo, however, Tatiana got.. tired. She faked her death, and left Egypt. We met again, of course, and this time we had the opportunity to actually explore our feelings for one another. Due to reasons that I won't get into with someone like you, Tatiana and I separated once again, this time, for good. She left me, but I understood that she had her own- justified- reasons to do so.
"Tatiana went on to live her own life. She travelled the world, met new people, fought some enemies, and soon after one fight, she did something.. interesting. She had just killed some people, muggles that wanted to sacrifice a young Witch to their God, for riches, and long life. You know how it is."
Voldemort did know. He had seen a few rituals to increase his lifespan before he discovered Horcruxes, but he did not agree with being subservient to anyone, even a God.
"Tatiana, after killing all those people, adopted the little girl as her own. She taught her Magic, taught her to defend herself, and gave the girl a childhood she wouldn't have gotten otherwise. Unfortunately, as it is wont to do, Tatiana's daughter grew up, she left to live her own life.
"The daughter fell in love, started a family of her own, and became a mother herself. Tatiana loved her grandchildren, loved her family, and so.. when Tatiana's daughter grew old, and started dying.. Tatiana gave up. She could have lived still, survived till 500 years of age even, but she lost the will to live anymore and died naturally at the relatively young age of 170 years."
There's a short pause, and even Voldemort, who had stopped struggling for now, wonders what happened next.
Softly, almost as if he was thinking out loud to himself, Atharva says, "I was in love with someone else by then, a wonderful woman whom I love dearly still, but even then I couldn't forgive myself for not holding on to Tatiana a bit tighter. Not letting her go, or joining her in her travels. Maybe then she could have retained some strength to live. Maybe then she could have lived a long, long life with me. Maybe then I wouldn't have felt guilty about still being in love with her."
Voldemort is grossed out, the talk about Love going over his head. What does a 2000 year old man need with love? He could have ruled the world by now, if he (Voldemort) was in his place!
Atharva snorts, and whispers, "Figures you'd think like that." Shaking his head, he continues, "Anyway. While Tatiana and her daughter died, her family lived still. And even I was alive. It wasn't possible to keep track of all of them, even for someone like me. It wasn't possible to make sure all of them lived long, happy lives. And, I also wanted to give them the freedom to make their own choices and live by them. But I did try to make sure they never died out completely. I made sure that the line of Tatiana's adopted daughter survived."
Atharva then smiles down at him, and even someone as emotionally dumb as Voldemort could tell that the smile wasn't a nice one. Atharva then whispers, "Until.. you came here."
And suddenly Voldemort realizes why Atharva Joshi interfered now when he didn't interfere in the world before. Because Voldemort killed a descendant of Tatiana, this Atharva Joshi's former lover.
Atharva smiles wider, enjoying the panicking that he could no doubt see on Voldemort's face, and says, "Yes, you almost, almost, killed off the line of Tatiana's daughter. Oh her line wouldn't have become extinct, there are hundreds of people alive in Britain itself that share the same blood as Tatiana's daughter, but there was one family that was important to me. And you, your.. Death Eaters made it so now only one tiny baby, that hasn't even been born yet, remains of that line."
He then leans back, giving Voldemort some space to breathe, and says, "Funnily enough, even you're her descendant Tom. The Gaunts, the disgraced line that I discarded 300 years ago when they began massacring their own blood just to ensure they're the only Slytherins left alive. I cursed them with misfortune for that, and focused most of my attention on the only other line of Tatiana's daughter remaining. The Potters."
And that.. explained to Voldemort why Atharva Joshi began with Abraxas Malfoy. He was the one to kill the last Potter. Well, second to last, if a baby was going to be born some day. It seems a bit late, but Voldemort wasn't an expert in Magical birthing, he doesn't know.
"Oh, yes. Fleamont Potter, the last descendant of my beloved Tatiana's daughter. The daughter for whom Tatiana gave up her longevity, and her life. And your actions cost him his life, and almost lost me the last connection I had remaining with Tatiana."
"I had foreseen something like this coming, I had foreseen you, the last Gaunt, turning into a Dark Lord and killing the last Potter. Although in my Vision, that last Potter was Fleamont's still unborn son. And so.. I killed you. I thought that was over, that you would remain dead and Tatiana's line wouldn't be in danger of dying out."
Chuckling, he adds, "But you didn't know how to stay dead, did you? You had to come back. Despite me destroying all of your Horcruxes, you came back. And while your reign of terror didn't last half as long as it would have, had my vision come true, you still claimed hundreds of lives."
"You should have run away, Tom. When you found yourself back to life, you should have taken it as a chance to start anew and run very far away. Maybe then you would have survived. But no, you had to come back here to become Lord Voldemort. You came here, and you killed Fleamont Henry Potter. Above all else, you claimed his life. Abraxas may have been the one responsible, but I know as well as you do that you would have killed the Potters someday anyway. You would have always gone after Fleamont and his family, my Tatiana's family."
And once again, Atharva is right in Voldemort's face, who remains still, unable to move or do anything. Atharva glares at him, and whispers, "And for that, Tom Marvolo Riddle, I claim your life. I would have imprisoned you for eternity, trapped you in your own mind, unable to do anything. But you.. you don't deserve to live, not while Fleamont is dead. And this time.. there will be no resurrection for you, Tom. Say goodbye to life."
Voldemort widens his eyes, as he sees his Horcruxes catch on blue fire, the same fire that had killed the Dementors and destroyed his Inferi. The next thing he sees is a blue fire mixed with some red, feels an infinite amount of pain, and then.. nothing.
Tom Marvolo Riddle was no more. Lord Voldemort was no more. His Soul was destroyed, transmuted to pure energy and dispersed into the Universe, given as tribute to the Universe's Personification of Life, The Phoenix Force.
His body, meanwhile, was burnt beyond recognition, leaving only ash behind, save for the single body part remaining. Lord Voldemort's head, frozen in a serene expression, unable to have even expressed his pain as his body was burnt.
And just like that, the reign of Lord Voldemort was over.
—
As I walk back up the stairs, the head of Lord Voldemort sitting on the table I had conjured for him, I can't help but feel some satisfaction.
Tatiana.. I wasn't in love with her, not while I had Selene, but she was someone precious to me. She was one I loved with all my heart, enough that I agreed to let her go when she wanted to leave. And Tom almost killed off her family.
Not blood related, since she has no blood related descendants, but her adopted daughter Cassandra was as dear to her as any blood related one would have been.
Heh, I do find it a bit funny that I am one of Cassandra's descendants, just like Tom and Fleamont were.
"Is he dead?" Selene asks me, when I reach up to the Potter Family sitting room, now back in the face of Mason Aves.
Of course, I had done this in Mia's house. Voldemort's death, and his sacrifice to Phoenix was used to power up a Ward that would ensure the line didn't die out for the next 1000 years, as long as someone lived here.
I nod, and sit down, silent. For a while, she doesn't say anything and neither do I.
"Do you hate me?" I suddenly ask, looking at Selene.
She looks away from the book she was pretending to read, and after staring at me for a while, she asks, "Why would I hate you, Athreos?"
I look at her, feeling uncharacteristically down, and ask, "For hiding this from you? The fact that I still felt something for Tatiana even after she died? The fact that I was looking out for her descendants behind your back? The fact that I mourn her to this day?"
And that is all true. I may not have told Selene about this, or showed it on my face, but Tatiana's death is not something I have still recovered from. I still miss her, I still miss knowing that she's out there somewhere, alive. I love Selene, more than almost anything else, but Tatiana was the first woman I actually fell in love with. Her loss.. it actually physically hurts me, to this day.
Selene lifts up her hand, and for a moment I'm afraid that she will slap me. She then wipes my eyes, making me realize that I had unknowingly teared up, and whispers, "You think I didn't know all that, but I always knew about that. I knew you loved her, and I do know it even now. But do you know something else? I know you won't leave me even if Tatiana somehow returns to life."
"Of course I won't." I whisper, looking at her, falling in love with her even more.
She nods, and says, "I know. I find it endearing, that even two thousand years after her death, you mourn her. That you care enough that you tried to ensure the survival of her daughter's line. Do I hate the fact that you yourself didn't mention it before? Yes, but I respected your need for keeping it close to your chest the same way you respect the fact that I don't tell you everything about my old life."
Leaning forward, she rests her forehead on mine, and says, "I love you, Athreos. I always have, and I know your feelings for me are true. So no, I don't hate you for this."
I sigh, and resting my eyes, I ask, "What good fortune I have, that you love me. I am sorry, Selene. For hiding this from you, or trying to, as it seems you already knew this."
Selene chuckles, and after kissing me softly, she says, "Your mind is good enough to keep me out now, but it wasn't so 1000 years ago, let alone 1900 years ago when we met. And sometimes, you thought so hard about trying to keep this part of yourself a secret that you unintentionally made it known to me."
I chuckle, a bit relieved, and pull Selene closer, hugging her to the side. "I love you, Selene. I am in love with you, and I am glad that you're in my life."
As Selene returns to her reading, I kick my legs up, glad that this was over. Lord Voldemort was dead, and the only part of my life that had remained hidden from Selene was out in the open now.
Suddenly, I straighten up, remembering something. "I did find a few things in Voldemort's mind, you know."
Selene looks up from her novel, and asks, "Oh? What's that?"
"I found out how he came back to life. It seems my old enemy Nathaniel Essex has somehow regained his memories of me." I say, looking to her for her reaction.
Nathaniel Essex, the slave to our brother En Sabah Nur, Apocalypse.
Frowning, she says, "That's worrying. He shouldn't have been able to do that, even before you got yourself thrown back in time your Mind Arts training was good enough to make someone like him forget anything you wanted."
I nod, and say, "Yup, I completely agree. He couldn't have done it. Not alone anyway."
Selene frowns once again, and for a second I leave her to her thoughts. Finally, half a minute later she widens her eyes, surprised, and whispers, "Truly?"
I nod, a smile on my face, and say, "Oh, yes. I have found Candra. It seems our dear missing sister has found herself indentured under Nathaniel Essex."
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A/N: Lord Voldemort is dead, his soul sacrificed to Phoenix.
1.Mason isn't technically Tatiana's descendant, even if he also technically is, so don't scream at me for making it incestuous. Tatiana adopted a girl, which I did speak about in some chapter before, whose descendants include the Gaunts, and the Potters.
2.When Mason said that he discarded the Gaunts and cursed them with misfortune for killing off their own relatives, I did speak about this before, in the story. In Ch 21 titled NEWTS, Mason explains to Tina and Newt that somehow, all descendants of Salazar Slytherin save for the Gaunts had mysteriously died out in the same century.
3.Mason misses Tatiana, but he loves Selene. Tatiana was his first love but he has loved Selene for 2000 years. If Tatiana came back and asked for Mason's love(which she wouldn't do, but just consider in this case she does) Mason wouldn't just discard Selene in favour of her.
Selene isn't letting Mason pine after an old love, she's letting Mason have closure at his own time. She knows Mason loves her the most at this time, so she isn't threatened by a dead lover. Also, I don't think when widowers(which Mason kinda qualifies for here) marry, they just forget about their dead wives and move on completely. Some feelings remain, and the new wives just accept it as a part of his character or something.
4. The Ring that Tom turned into a Horcrux is the fake transmuted one that Mason created in Ch 27: Errands to Run.
Sorry for the long A/N, I'll shut up now.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter, MCU timeline is coming soon! Thank you for your support and kind words! Thank you for being here with me, and thank you for tolerating me and my mood swings.
Tata!
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