Chapter 562: A Dark Lords End

Chapter 562: A Dark Lords End

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With Voldemort awake and his Horcruxes destroyed, it was finally time to finish off tonight's festivities. Turning to the freed muggles, Peter asked, "Are you finished?"

The room echoed with the fading cries of pain, and the former captives hesitated. Looking between Peter and the bloodied form of Abraxas, they decided it was enough. The whip dropped, some cried as they realized the hell was over, while others eyed Peter skeptically, uncertain of what would happen next.

Nodding solemnly, Peter wished them well and wiped their minds of everything magical and torture-related. And with a wave of his hand, Portals opened at their feet, leading each person back to a random hotel in London.

As a parting gift, he conjured a portal into a sealed bank vault, leaving each of them a generous stack of cash. They could now move on and rebuild their lives, the scars of their ordeal erased from their memories.

As the muggles disappeared, Voldemort's screams pierced the air, thrashing against his Eldritch restraints. "Release me! The first filthy blooded mongrel to release me can die a quick death!"

MJ rolled her eyes at him, "Yeah, no thanks..."

Unaccustomed to such powerlessness, Voldemort unleashed a torrent of curses, berating everyone around him, especially Dumbledore, who observed with a hint of amusement, though he would never admit to it.

Approaching Voldemort, Peter delivered a swift kick to the side of his head, "Use your inside voice... I'm starting to get a headache with all the screaming tonight." Groggy and disoriented, Voldemort shifted to muttering his curses under his breath.

Ignoring the subdued Dark Lord, Peter turned to Dobby, "Do you know where Lucius Malfoy is?"

Dobby nodded, "Yes, Dobby can still feel where he is." The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.

Peter then requested, "Can you deliver a letter to him for me?" Though hesitant to revisit his former master, Dobby agreed as a gesture of gratitude for his newfound freedom.

With a snap of his fingers, Peter conjured a sealed letter and handed it to Dobby. "Just give him this and leave. Don't say or do anything," Peter instructed. Dobby nodded and vanished with a pop, leaving only the lingering resonance of his departure.

James, puzzled by Peter's plan, inquired, "What's the letter about?"

Peter replied cryptically, "You'll see when they arrive, but until then, we need to prepare for some guests." Levitating Voldemort and Abraxas behind him, he walked up the stairs, the others following in his wake.

As they stepped into the first floor, a surprised female voice could be heard, "What are you doing in this house!?"

"Keep your mouth shut!" Walburga whispers back harshly, knowing it's not in their best interest to cross Peter.

As the minutes ticked by, the sound of lightning cut through the air, signaling the arrival of Lucius and the Death Eaters. Lucius's eyes widened as he beheld his father, bleeding to death on the front of their home.

Gasps echoed as the other Death Eaters caught sight of their Dark Lord, who wasted no time commanding, "Good, you're finally here! Kill these impure worms and release me!"

Ignoring Voldemort's shouting, Peter stood up just as the sun began to rise over the horizon and spoke, his voice laced with a false somberness. "Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today to witness the death of Tom Marvolo Riddle, the half-blood baby of a squib and a muggle, or better known to his zealous and passionate followers as Lord Voldemort..."

Shouts of protest filled the air as the arriving wizards drew their wands, ready to fire at any moment.

"Lies! He's spouting lies and slander!" One shouted

"The Dark Lord is pure, you mudblood trash!" Another yelled.

Lucius finally spoke, "We would never follow a filthy halfblood, so stop your lies and return my father this instant!"

Undeterred, Peter continued the eulogy, "In reflecting upon the life of Voldemort, we are faced with a complex tapestry of edginess, pedophilic tendencies, and the pursuit of underage boys..."

As Peter spoke, Voldemort screamed for his death, triggering the antsy Death Eaters to cast spells at him, but a protective barrier formed around Peter, effortlessly absorbing the spells.

The eulogy unfolded, highlighting Voldemort's questionable parentage and his misguided pursuit of power. Peter's words struck a chord, eliciting a mix of anger and disbelief from the onlooking Death Eaters.

"...In bidding farewell to Lord Voldemort, we must also say goodbye to those that will follow in his passing." Peter said, eyeing the crowd of Death Eaters with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Let us honor them as they make the noble sacrifice in following their leader in death."

As he reached the crescendo of the speech, the sun's rays behind him, Peter levitated Voldemort over to him and conjured a sword in his hand.

"Stop this! Stop this right now!" Voldemort bellowed, turning his head to Dumbledore, his eyes pleading for help. "Don't do this! I repent for it all! Please don't let him kill me! I'll do better I promise!"

Although Albus knew that he was being manipulated, he still felt the need to help. But in the end, he didn't. He didn't have the power to do so even if he tried. And even if he asked, he knew that Peter wouldn't listen.

"Any last words?" Peter asked and just as Voldemort was about to say something, he decisively severed the Dark Lord's head. "On second thought, no thanks. I really want to get some food. It's been a long night..."

Chaos erupted as some attempted to stop Peter, firing spells that couldn't breach the impenetrable barrier surrounding him. The Death Eaters found themselves powerless witnesses to the demise of their once-feared leader. The severed head rolled away, and an eerie silence descended, broken only by the horrified gasps of those who had witnessed the gruesome spectacle.

With Voldemort's demise, Peter turned to the stunned Death Eaters. "Now, let's finish this so I can get my McNuggets."

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