The Fall of Voldemort

The tension in the cavern was thick. Dumbledore and the four heads of Hogwarts stood ready. Behind them, Rita Skeeter and her cameraman wide-eyed, recorded everything.

Alex, standing apart, raised his hand. With a grin, he summoned the vials containing Voldemort's fractured soul. The dark essence pulsed ominously.

"Let's make this interesting," Alex said, crushing the vials in his palm.

"Alex!" Dumbledore shouted, but too late.

A dark surge shot toward Voldemort. Shadows coiled before plunging into his form. A pulse of magic exploded outward, forcing everyone back as he arched his spine and screamed. His skeletal body swelled, flesh restored, ink-black hair returning.

His red eyes gleamed as he flexed his fingers. "Magnificent! Hahahaha. How foolish of you."

Alex took a step back. "Now you're at least capable of facing them."

He glanced at Rita Skeeter. "Delete that part, or else." He gestured to his neck. She and her cameraman nodded quickly and stepped back with Alex.

Voldemort's smirk faded briefly before sneering. He turned to Dumbledore. "Now, old man, I'm whole, free, and more powerful than ever. You and your schoolmasters stand no chance."

Dumbledore sighed, readying his wand. "Tom, your arrogance blinds you."

The battle erupted.

McGonagall struck first, transfiguring the ground into iron spikes. Voldemort shattered them, turning the shards into projectiles. Flitwick deflected them, the force cracking the cavern walls.

Sprout conjured monstrous roots to ensnare him. Voldemort incinerated them, but at that moment, Snape struck.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!"

Gashes appeared across Voldemort's robes. He hissed in pain and rage. "Severus, you dare?"

Snape sneered. "I dare."

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort hollered.

Chains of Death curses erupted from his wand charging towards the Professors. They scrambled to defend the death blows and shot out spells of their own.

Snape is like a poisonous snake shooting spells at opportune moments.

Cursed daggers shot toward Voldemort. He dodged, but one grazed his shoulder, sizzling against his flesh. He roared and shot out curses even more intensely, the cavern almost became an only hue of green.

Dumbledore seized the moment. A golden chain erupted from his wand, lashing around Voldemort's limbs, binding him.

Voldemort struggled. "You cannot hold me!"

He transformed into black smoke, blasting the professors back. Alex's barrier held, preventing further destruction to the cavern.

"Coward," Voldemort sneered. "Holding back as always."

"I do not intend to," Dumbledore said. "Just long enough."

They clashed, magic colliding in a dazzling explosion. McGonagall and Flitwick attacked in tandem, Flitwick's concussive blasts striking Voldemort while McGonagall's transfigured weapons hurled toward him.

Snape stepped forward. "This is for Lily."

A spear of darkness lanced from his wand. Voldemort tried to dodge, but thin threads wrapped around his feet, Flitwick's doing. The spell struck Voldemort's chest. He gasped, his body convulsing. A disarming spell hit him. His wand flew to Dumbledore.

"It's over, Tom," Dumbledore said.

With a gaping hole in his chest, he howled in indignation before his body shriveled, collapsing into a mummified husk.

Rita Skeeter, still frozen, whispered, "Merlin's beard… This is history."

Alex chuckled. "You're welcome."

Dumbledore exhaled, looking at Alex with quiet gratitude. "You have a dramatic way of ensuring fairness."

Alex smirked. "What's life without risk?"

McGonagall shot him a sharp look. "That was reckless."

"Or," Alex said, tilting his head, "it made for a great story."

As the dust settled, the truth sank in: Lord Voldemort was no more, and the world would witness every moment of it.

Alex opened a portal for them to return, momentarily glancing around the forest where the Dark Lord had lingered.

The next day, news erupted, shocking the wizarding community. Many took to the streets in celebration, while Voldemort's fanatic supporters grew uneasy and began to flee.

In Azkaban, prisoners howled in denial. A crazed Bellatrix Lestrange was particularly distraught as if her world had ended.

The Ministry of Magic was thrown into chaos. The Minister declared emergency measures, dispatching Aurors to Hogwarts to take the professors into custody. Their attempt ended in disaster, many were ensnared by the Whomping Willow, lashed repeatedly by its branches. Others were transfigured into animals or driven mad after being forced to drink Snape's potions.

The next wave of Aurors approached cautiously, pleading for leniency. They left with one certainty: the Hogwarts professors were not to be trifled with.

Cornelius Fudge paced in his office, growing increasingly frantic. He feared Dumbledore's rising influence and the threat to his position.

A knock at the door made him jump. It opened, revealing a short, plump woman in a pink dress.

A saccharine voice filled the room. "Minister, I believe I can help."