Forbidden Forest: A Word

[Hogwarts, Somewhere in the Forbidden Forest, May 27th, 1992]

In the middle of the Forbidden Forest, a golden-haired boy was lying down on a pigtailed goth girl's thigh. Surrounding him are wolves and unicorns, all of whom were watching the boy with grateful gazes.

"When will he wake up?" Wednesday asked the white wolf with a deadpan voice. Eyolf, the white wolf, only responded with a shake of his head, indicating that he also doesn't know the answer.

Not a moment later, the unicorns ran away, seemingly in fright, while the wolves stayed and growled while staring at the darkest part of the forest. Wednesday, seeing this, she was confused. 

"What's wrong?" Wednesday asked. Eyolf moved in front of her, intending to guard her and Moses against the approaching enemy.

WHISSH*

With a sound of swish, a dark, malevolent cloud of smoke appeared from the pitch black trees, and with it was the whitened and shriveled form of one monster, the Dark Lord, Voldemort.

"ADDAMMSS!~" Voldemort hissed in anger as he flew in his unaided flight with pure darkness and shadow following him.

Voldemort, with great speed, opened his mouth impossibly wide, at that moment, a dozen snakes made out of pure darkness flew out of his mouth and attacked Wednesday. Wednesday, seeing the approaching bald dude, immediately took a small sword, similar to a keychain, and enlarged it with a Pym particle.

SHINGGG*

The sword clashed with the snakes, causing some of it to be severed. However, the pitch-black snake constructs immediately reverted to its normal form, like seemingly nothing had happened. Once all the snake was able to come out of Voldemort's mouth, it encircled him as protection and was somehow able to augment his strength and speed.

"Your family has always been a thorn in my plans!~" Voldemort yelled in anger as he opened his mouth wider than could be possible, causing a set of sharp fangs to come out of it. It approached Wednesday's neck, but before it could do so, Wednesday's sword deflected it, creating sparks in the process.

"Pant*...Engaging me with your weird combat, and you call yourself a wizard..." Wednesday quipped with an impassive voice while masterfully deflecting Voldemort's sharp fangs, but the deadly venom laced on his fangs was able to trickle into Wednesday's skin, causing her to lose stamina faster, unbeknownst to her.

"SILENCE!~...Because of your family, my form has become like this!~" Voldemort said with insane red eyes, murderously looking on Wednesday. Wednesday, hearing what Voldemort said, was confused. 

"How dare your family stain the books of Herpo!~ Because of you, my immortal life had ended before it even began!!~" Voldemort rambled on with craziness in his eyes.

"Herpo the foul...?" Wednesday muttered to herself.

"Because of your family!~ I've become no better than a slave!~" Voldemort hissed furiously, with red blood coming out of his eyes. At that moment, dark tendrils of energy came out of his back, they formed into pitch-black snakes that had red eyes on each of them and bound Wednesday to stop her from moving. 

"I don't know what you are talking about, but even if you mutilated my body and separated it apart, I'll still come back, so do your worst," Wednesday said in a deadpan voice while looking at Voldemort with a blank gaze.

"CRUCIO!!~" Voldemort yelled. A red static of energy traveled through eight of his chains as it passed through Wednesday's body.

"Ughk..." Wednesday groaned while biting her lips, causing them to bleed. 

"You torture someone with magic...how pathetic can you be?" Wednesday quips with a pained expression.

"Not as pathetic as when I impale you with this sword," Voldemort said while releasing the cloak of darkness that was covering his sword. Once he took it off, Wednesday widened her eyes, her glint had a hint of familiarity in them.

"Yes~ yes~ yesss~. A gift from my resurrector. A sword that could amputate a god, a spirit, or a being and seal your Addams family's consciousness for millennia! Without your family, this world will enter my God's age, the world without end, time and death!~" Voldemort revealed with a crazed eye while laughing madly, then, with a quick swift, he penetrated the sword deep within Wednesday's stomach, causing its end to come out of his back.

Then suddenly, his whole atmosphere changed into one much more sinister. 

His eyes completely turned pitch-dark, and a murky, amorphous mass of black, violent energy surrounded them. Then dark-red ghastly pupils appeared at the center, directly looking at Wednesday's eyes.

"One by one, you will fall into my darkest pit of hell. Prepare yourselves, Add—" An ominous tone of voice resounded within the area, causing Wednesday to stiffen in place. Instead of Voldemort's hissed voice, the voice that came out of this — being is something that a normal human mind can handle. 

However, even after all this, one hand that came out of nowhere suddenly grabbed the sword blade between Wednesday and the — being,

The being possessing Voldemort came to a halt as his/her gaze slowly looked at his/her intruder, only to be met by eyes almost identical to his own. Completely pitch-black scelera, similar to a void, and fully white irises. A golden-blonde-haired boy with the same height as Wednesday was standing before him with an impassive look on his face. 

"Interesti—" 

{Begone.}

BOOSHH!*

And just like that, the being was expelled before he/she could finish her/his word. The black strands of energy covering Voldemort disintegrated into nothingness, leaving a husk body of Voldemort lifeless on the ground. And then, little by little, Voldemort's body was broken into pieces by the gale of wind, until he too disappeared into nothingness.

Moses's(?) peculiar eyes were looking at this with a blank look; he was looking at Voldemort's husk, almost similar to a human looking at an ant that wants to go back to his nest. Moses(?) turned around and looked at the wounded body of Wednesday behind him with an impassive look. Moses(?) raised his arm over the air, and at that instant, a sword made out of pure golden light was created out of thin air. The sword was pointed at Wednesday's bloodied figure, but before Moses(?) could fire the said sword, like the strings of a puppet that have been cut, Moses fell lifelessly on the stony, hard ground.

Wednesday saw all this happening before her hazy, fuzzy eyes. Too much blood had been lost inside her, preventing her from looking and observing what happened with a clear mind. What she knew, however, was that Moses had saved her. And that's enough... for now.

Wednesday crawled beside Moses' unconscious body, she lay beside him with great difficulties, but in the end, she managed to do so. With a bleeding hole in her stomach, Wednesday looked at the starry night skies with a blank gaze.

"This...is...nice," Wednesday muttered with a weak voice. Then little by little, she closed her dark-brown eyes until the last thing that she saw was a giant disembodied hand picking the two of them up.

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The Britain Wizarding World has fallen into chaos. All of Britain's bridges that were connecting the muggle populace and the wizarding populace have been blown to bits, causing different muggles, wizards, and witches alike to be killed and injured by the catastrophe. 

Dumbledore, as the Headmaster of Hogwarts, a Grand Sorcerer decorated with the Order of Merlin, First Class; also Supreme Mugwump, has been tasked with a mission to covertly lessen and deal with the damage from both sides. 

These acts of terrorism have gone unnoticed by the world, after all, these incidents happened within six hours, causing unprecedented chaos and confusion among the masses of the wizarding world on whether someone had committed such an act. Was it the No-majs? Or their kind? Nobody knows, maybe, except for one Albus Dumbledore himself. 

"The ministry's entrance, Platform Nine and Three Quarters, and Leaky Cauldron had been destroyed by a variation of Bombarda Maxima...a total of 341 dead, and 121 injured from both muggle and magical kind..." A man with an eye who was moving in a bizarre way reported to Dumbledore with seriousness in his voice.

"Tell me, Dumbledore! Do you know that something like this was gonna happen when you took that blasted STONE! You told me that you had it under control and that Voldemort is still weak! What happened!!??" Alastor Moody, a famous retired Auror of the Ministry of Magic, yelled as he dashed and grabbed Dumbledore's neck.

"M — my friend... this wa —" Dumbledore muttered in a daze while looking at the destruction that was before him. Fire, blood, and chaos. Everything was in shambles, however, just before he could continue his sentence, a sound of popping appeared behind him, and with it, a pale-looking Professor McGonagall.

"Dumbl — Voldemort, he used imperius in me and Flitwick! Potter and the others are in danger!!" McGonagall McGonagall said in between her breaths.

"!!!"

Just then, a screech of a bird was heard up from the sky, and with it was a phoenix.

"Hold me." Dumbledore muttered as he raised up his arm and touched his phoenix's claw, causing them to vanish in a blaze of orange fire.

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