Moonlight cut across the Little Hangleton graveyard as the final ingredient—Harry and Ron's blood—dripped into the bubbling cauldron.
The water turned red.Steam twisted upward like grasping hands.The graveyard wind stilled.
Then—
BOOM!
The cauldron exploded with black flames.
A tall, inhuman figure rose from the smoke.
Pale skin like polished bone.Serpentine eyes flashing scarlet.A voice smooth as poison.
"I… am reborn."
Lord Voldemort stepped into the world once more.
🔥 Ron Panics — Making Everything Worse
Ron began thrashing violently in his bindings.
Ron (screaming):"NO—NO—NO—LET ME OUT—LET ME OUT—HE'LL KILL US—HARRY DO SOMETHING!"
His magic destabilized the ritual markings around him.Cracks appeared on the stone.Shadows shivered.
Voldemort turned his head slowly.
"Ah… the coward screams."
Ron froze.Voldemort smiled—a cruel, empty smile.
🔥 Voldemort Summons His Death Eaters
He raised his wand.
"Morsmordre."
Green light shot into the sky.A skull appeared—brilliant, shimmering, hateful.
Dark-robed figures Apparated into the graveyard one by one.
• Lucius Malfoy• Avery• Macnair• Crabbe Sr.• The Carrows
But—
the circle was incomplete.
Two positions remained empty.
Voldemort's eyes narrowed.
"Where is Nott?Where is Parkinson?"
Lucius knelt immediately, head bowed so low it nearly touched the dirt.
Lucius:"M-My Lord… Nott and Parkinson… fought each other.Over their claim to leadership while you were gone.Both died."
Silence.
A dangerous, suffocating silence.
Voldemort's magic pressed on the graveyard like a storm.
"I leave for a decade…and my servants turn into bickering children."
No one dared speak.
💀 Ron Begs for His Life
Ron sobbed hysterically.
Ron:"PETER—PETER PLEASE—HELP ME—!I defended you—REMEMBER!?I let you use Scabbers—PLEASE DON'T LET HIM KILL ME—!"
Peter Pettigrew froze.
For a moment—an expression of guilt flickered across his face.
He remembered:
• Young Ron feeding "Scabbers" crumbs• Ron protecting him from Percy• Ron crying when he thought Scabbers was sick• Ron holding him close during storms
It hit Peter like a curse.
He had been loved.Trusted.Protected.
But his face hardened.He couldn't show weakness.
Pettigrew:"…My loyalty is to my master."
But Voldemort saw EVERYTHING.
Voldemort:"How disgusting.A traitor who still feels affection."
He lifted his wand.
"AVADA KEDAVRA."
Green light smashed into Peter's chest.He collapsed—dead in an instant.
Ron screamed louder.
💀 Voldemort Turns to Ron
Voldemort walked toward Ron slowly.
Harry struggled against his bindings.
Harry:"VOLDEMORT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
Voldemort chuckled.
"Oh no, Harry…I think I will begin my new era…with the weakest wizard I've ever seen."
Ron trembled.Cried.Begged.Screamed.
Ron:"NO—NO PLEASE—I WON'T TELL ANYONE—PLEASE—DON'T—DON'T—DON'T—"
Voldemort raised his wand—
Avada Kedavra.
The green bolt shot forward—
Harry braced for death—
But the spell veered.
It struck Ron Weasley squarely in the chest.
His scream cut short.He fell lifelessly against the gravestone.
Harry stared, frozen.
His first friend.Gone.
🔥 Voldemort Challenges Harry to a Duel
Voldemort turned to Harry.
"A duel, Mr. Potter.Show me what that old fool Dumbledore taught you."
Harry was released from the statue.He fell to the ground but stood, wand trembling.
The duel began.
Blinding spells.Explosions.Harry barely keeping up.
But then—
Priori Incantatem.
Golden light connected their wands.
And ghostly figures emerged.
A man with messy hair.A woman with red hair.A frantic boy—Ron—his eyes soft and calm at last.
James Potter:"Harry. We're here."
Lily Potter:"Sweetheart… be strong."
Ron:"Mate… I'm sorry.Go.Live."
The spirits created an opening.
Harry ran to Ron's body, grabbed his hand, and seized the Portkey.
The graveyard dissolved in blue light.