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Yet another plot, I decided to write about Dorea Potter nee Black and Charlus Potter.

Here it is.

Chapter 3 :

The Mage of Destruction

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Dorea Black was a pureblood. The daughter of Cygnus Black and Violetta Bulstrode. She was suddenly sight to behold. Bright, intelligent purple eyes, long curly black hair, an aristocratic face. She was something that every girl wanted to be and every man wanted.

Despite her beauty and her accomplishments, there was one thing she had no control over. Being over eighty years of age while still considered a prime age to a wizard, She was one of the most feared wizards in the wizarding world. Not because she was an evil, mass murdering Dark Lady, but because of her power.

It was well known of the war that took place when she was younger. The war with Grindelwald. For all his faults, Grindelwald was amazing at what he did. He had a huge army ready to be slaughtered and he had almost conquered Britain, as his so called lover sat back, letting him run rampant. Knowing he was the reason for his lover insanity.

Yet, Dorea was not one to sit back and watch. She was a Black, and she would bow to no one. And she didn't. Her house was a powerful one. A Most Ancient and Most Noble House, and their specialty was the Darker aspects of Magic, Her specialty was the darker aspects of Magic, she was the best. Compared to her brother Pollux, whose strength was in business and her sister Cassiopeia, who was a charms mistress, Dorea was a prodigy in magic, In all forms of magic, yet the Darker, the Black, magic called to her the most. It was why her family members feared her wrath. Well, that and her uncanny ability in wandless magic.

Would naturally when Grindelwald threatened what she had claimed as hers, she fought back, and she didn't hold back. Her family members backing her up, after all, the Blacks were never one to sit quite.

The war was a bloody one, and Dorea was a goddess. She had single-handedly killed more than a thousand people on that single day. The small army of seven thousand that Grindelwald had sent to conquer Britain had been completely obliterated, those who ran were hunted down like wild beasts. That was the first day that Dorea had given into her blood lust. She has killed and she has killed mercilessly. Blood boiling curses, Organ shredding curses, Curses that turned ones innards out and organs that literally had the most concentrated form of acid magically forced into ones system. Not to forget her mass destructive elemental attacks. Her own side had stayed clear of her, staying behind her, hunting those who ran, and those who had run past her.

It was that day, that she had fallen for her husband, Charlus Potter. Charlus Potter, was the Lord Potter. And he was just as ferocious as her. His specialty lay in elemental and arcane Magics. In transfiguration and it's sub categories.

And he was the one who had defeated and bound her when, in her haze, she had turned towars her own soldiers after the enemy was destroyed her.

He had not only defeated her, he had humiliated her. The soft spoken, kind Gryffindor had defeated and had smacked her down publicly to bring her back to her senses. Instead of hatred, she had fallen in love. And she had pursued her interests.

And now came another war, one who presumed usurp her title as the Lady of The House Slytherin. A hidden title, but hers nonetheless. Something only she had inherited in five centuries. Lord Voldemort. It was pitiful, A person who called himself flee from death, wanted to embrace the family whose magic itself was death magic. After all, Slytherin was a branch of the Peverell's, after the Potters of course.

Her son James was a young boy, of no less than twenty five years of age. He was a father already. Her daughter in law, Lily Evans, or rather, Zoe Sayre as the Potter family tree said. I mean, it was obvious considering how Lily did not look anything like her family. One cannot look like a horse, while the other looked like a nymph.

Her grandson, Young Hadrian James Potter, was a powerful child. He was just one years old, and yet his magic was stronger, stronger than kids five times his age. He was a Metamorphmagus, the first true Metamorphmagus in the Black Family in three hundred years. He was also a Parselmouth, something he inherited from both Herself, Charlus and Zoe.

The boy was the future of not only the House Potter, but also of House Slytherin, Sayre and Max. And she would let nothing happen to him. If what Cadmus said was true, she would do all in her power to change it.

Cadmus was her childhood friend, Cadmus Lovegood, was the Lord of the House Lovegood. A seer to boot. And according to him, Voldemort was going to attack her descendants, to murder her heir in cold blood. She would not let him.

She walked into the heart of the manor, raising wards long forgotten, fortifying her home, she would do the same with all her other properties.

She raised her magic, flaring it as she walked out of her wards, calling her, let's say friends. She walked to Charlus as he leaned in to kiss her.

Summon James and Lily, Charlus. I will not let Albus Dumbledore rule the lives of my descendants. Use your authority as the head of the House. He will listen. If he doesn't, then I will persuade them.

Charlus went pale, as he understood the meaning behind her words, why she had flared her magic. He went to the floo, immediately summoning his son and daughter in law.

Dorea would protect what was her's, She would destroy anyone who threatened what was hers.

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Voldemort looked at the chaos in front of him in shock. When Peter had told him that James and Lily had taken to staying in the Potter manor, he had summoned every last death eater to bring down for manor and claim it as his own, considering the rumors do Dorea Black's death, he had been confident of his victory.

Yet, nothing could prepare him for the chaos that ensured. Four people had completely butchered three thousand of his followers. Well ignoring the Two Basilisks, the cereberus, the two Nundus, the Wampus Cat and the four dragons.

Hello Tom, Welcome to your death. He heard the sweet voice that had threatened to castrate him, at wandpoint up his crotch. The same sweet voice he heard before the nerve wracking torture that had followed, when he threatened to rape his sister, after she learnt of his involvement in Myrtle Warren's death.

He turned around in shock. You're dead. he said, the only thing that came to his moms was her death. The woman tsked. He hears cackling sounds, as he turned to see Lily Potter surrounded by electricity as she electrocuted his followers, Her husband using the shadows that his own mother used, Charlus, torching people alive, dark purple flames, Hell fire, dancing in his hands.

The woman turned to him, Let's dance Tom. She said. That was last thing that Tom remembered.

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The following year was quiet, well atleast, as quiet as it can be. The Houses Potter, Black, Slytherin and Sayre had publicly issued a blood fued against any and every death eater. Since magic had accepted their claim, no one could do anything.

The ensuing weeks were horific. The few death eaters that escaped, died a painful death. Jugson and Rookwood were killed in Diagon Alley. The shadows had risen out of nowhere as they were suddenly lifted up and ripped apart limb by limb. People had claimed that Dorea Potter was seen walking by.

Lucius Malfoy, was burned alive right in front of the ministry building. Rumors of his now single childless wife Narcissa was said to have hosted a private party right after a funeral no one attended. Rumors of Charlus Potter walking into Gringotts at the time spread.

Bellatrix and Walburga Black died the most horrifying deaths. The walls of Borgin and Burke was now coloured a bright red. No matter what who did, the stain refused to be removed. Whispers of James Potter being in the vicinity rose.

Severus Snape, Theodore Nott and the Carrow siblings were found dead in the forbidden forest. Their dead bodies still spammed as if electricity ran rampant in their body.

Dolohov, Pettigrew and Yaxley were found missing various parts of their body, still alive yet, utterly insane, muttering of shadows and lightning, right in front of the DMLE office.

The families stayed quiet, shaking their heads at the stupidity if their members or children, Dumbledore's attempt to have the Potters arrested, their property seized and their heir made him ward was quickly squashed, and he found himself with none of his titles, and no one ready to give him a job.

The Potters had proved their worth. No one would touch them again.

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That it.

Virudh.