Aethermancer
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"So these trinkets are the containers of the Ethermancer's Horcruxes? It seems a simple enough job. Though the problem will be bringing him to battle."
Dumbledore nodded "That shouldn't be a problem My Lord Seven. The Lord Aethermancer should be able to release enough of his power and call the Lord Ethermancer out by his true name and he should come running. Furthermore, with the destruction of the Horcruxes, he would come here."
Tim Flogger looked at his brethren Lords "I'll find the Diadem; Sawyer you are more diplomatic find the Chalice; Yewbeam get the Snake, Brown find the Medallion."
"It's a locket." Said Dumbledore.
"Fine get the ornate jewellery. That leaves us with a Snake, Diary and a Ring?"
"Diary has been destroyed and I've got the ring." Dumbledore said pulling the ring out.
Out of the seven, all of them could feel the repulsive magic that came from the ring but Yewbeam literally turned pale with horror "No need. I have a focus on the thing using that I can destroy all of the others."
Dumbledore stared at her "You can?"
"It's not hard. But well if it goes wrong everyone in the castle will be too dead to give a damn."
"The chances of that happening?"
"10-20%. If that's all I'll get started." It started out in Low German then the language changed to Greek, Egyptian then into Aramaic and finally it rounded out in Latin.
The Ring levitated into the air and was then surrounded in a rainbow of colours. It began to stretch, twist and turn almost as if it was being exposed to extreme heat and suddenly it gave off an ear splitting shriek.
The Yewbeam's were the only ones who remained standing. This was their signature field of magic and unfortunately that included the death, sundering and destroying the soul.
It then happened, the ring exploded and then it felt like smaller explosions but they occurred. It sounded like ten thousand souls were crying out in joy.
(Voldemort)
Voldemort was mustering his forces when he grabbed his chest. He couldn't describe it but ever since he had taken Potter's blood it felt he had been poisoned somehow.
But now he felt the poison slowly making its way through his system as he felt his treasures being destroyed. His red eyes flickered black and he used his power over the Ether to force the poison back.
He snorted as his magic told him that it was an emotion. The emotion of Love. Voldemort snarled. He should had used the other one and maybe this would not have happened.
He could only watch in horror as his faithful familiar slowly turned to stone and then a solid ash construct. Or more specifically it turned to ash and looked like stone.
"Summon everything! We march on Hogwarts!"
(Harry)
Harry collapsed to one knee as his scar began to bleed and seep a black sludge like substance "He's…coming."