Harry Potter: Another Chance

Chapter 432: Erased From Existence

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Harry Potter and all of its characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

I own nothing but the original characters I create.

"Dialogue"

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Chapter 432: Erased From Existence

Harry's entire body was encased in a vibrant blue light that pulsed from him to the focus of his magic.

The goblin-forged steel staff before him spun so fast that it became a silver blur enveloped in the glow.

As Harry completed his spell, a beam of blue light shot out, striking Voldemort squarely in the chest as the Dark Lord struggled fruitlessly to break free.

The light engulfed Voldemort's body, imbuing it with the same radiant brilliance. From him, the glow passed along the strands of light connected to his form.

One strand stretched into the distance, while others ascended into the breach in the sky, seeking their targets across countless universes and timelines.

In a secluded corner of Romania, deep underground, lay a hidden laboratory filled with Voldemort's most guarded secrets.

Not even Bellatrix Lestrange, his most loyal follower, was aware of its existence or location.

Beneath this fortress of secrecy, secured behind nine powerful seals, rested the Dark Lord's most precious possession...a phylactery.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Encased in a metal shell and further protected by a crystal enclosure, the phylactery housed a green, glowing substance: Voldemort's soul, the anchor of his immortality.

Now, a string of pure magic was tethered to it. The string glowed with a menacing blue hue, signaling the impending destruction of the soul trapped within.

The soul quivered, aware of its doom, but powerless to act. The phylactery was a prison, and a new connection could only form after the previous one was broken.

The magical string grew brighter and brighter. The light burned through the soul as it let out a silent scream, trapped within its confines until it was utterly extinguished.

Across the infinite expanse of existence, countless versions of Tom Marvolo Riddle crumbled and died as their soul strings were severed. In every timeline, in every universe, Voldemort was being erased.

The process was complex and arduous, yet to the observers, it happened in an instant.

All they saw was Harry summoning his magic, followed by a flash of light that spread out in a shockwave, pushing everything back.

In Enkara's grasp, Voldemort's soulless body disintegrated into dust, leaving behind only his wand and robes as remnants of his existence.

Harry's metallic staff exploded into dozens of fragments, its crystals shattering into countless shards. Despite its masterful craftsmanship, even this artifact could not withstand the immense surge of magic Harry had channeled through it.

But the staff had not borne the strain alone...it had first passed through Harry himself.

Harry's body, unique in its ability to channel vast amounts of magic, had always set him apart. This quality, enhanced by his role as the Master of Death, allowed him to wield the Nine Arkstones Array...a power that would have obliterated most wizards on the spot.

Yet, this time, even he had pushed himself too far.

As the spell completed, Harry's knees buckled, and he collapsed. He had not only drained Hogwarts' magical reserves but also his own.

The strain left its mark. His eyes had lost all pigment, turning a ghostly pale, with barely visible pupils. His hair was now a pristine white, surpassing even Dumbledore's in its brilliance.

"Master!" Enkara, recovering from the shockwave, rushed forward to catch him.

"Harry!" Lily and James cried out in unison, their voices filled with anguish as they saw their son's condition.

Even Luna, typically calm and composed, looked stricken. "I cannot see his magic at all…" Her voice sounded panicked.

From the stands, Daphne leaped forward, her wand drawn, and sprinted toward them.

The protective charms around the arena had faded, and their power drained along with the castle's reserves.

Pointing her wand at Enkara, who held Harry in her arms, Daphne shouted, "Get your hands off him!"

The Vampire Lord glanced at the girl with her amber eyes, a faint smile curling her lips. She didn't see Daphne as a threat. "Calm down, girl. You know I'm incapable of harming him."

Daphne's frustration boiled over. "Just give him to me!"

Enkara's gaze hardened, her tone shifting to a sharper edge. "I don't take orders from you."

Despite the fear that gripped her, Daphne stood firm, clenching her teeth.

After a tense moment, Enkara's smile returned, and the oppressive aura dissipated. "I see why he chose you… Here, take him."

She handed Harry's limp body to Daphne, who cradled him as if afraid he might break.

Looking down at his pale face, Daphne's voice trembled. "Is he…?" She couldn't finish the question.

" He is alive, but barely." Enkara glanced at the jewels. " There was a strand of magic that remained inside those things…" She shrugged. " But don't ask me about it. I don't know much about your wizard toys. "

"Harry!"

"My boy!"

James and Lily arrived at Daphne's side.

"I should take my leave now," Enkara said, turning to gather her kin. "I have one final order to fulfill."

Before disappearing, she glanced back. "Take care of him. Even from afar, he will always be my Master." And with that, the vampires vanished into the night.

"Harry, please, open your eyes!" Lily begged, tears streaming down her face.

"Is he…?" James asked, his voice quaking with fear.

"He's still alive," Daphne reassured them, though her own voice was shaky. "We need to get him to a healer."

"Keep him there!"

The group turned to see Madam Pomfrey rushing toward them, followed closely by Professor McGonagall and other Hogwarts staff.

Daphne looked back at Harry's unconscious face, her heart heavy. "You're going to be fine… I promise."