I can't seem to do anything but start new stories. Oh well.
Disclaimer: I am not a famous billionaire, unfortunately.
On with the story!
Lord Voldemort cackled as his latest victim fell to the ground, killed by the killing curse. Behind him, Bellatrix Lestrange was gleefully cursing some poor muggle to death. Some even said they would rather be killed instantly by Voldemort than be subjected to Bellatrix, who was notorious for playing with her food before she eats it.
The pair were not alone, in fact, they were surrounded by most of the field agents in the Death Eater forces. They were attacking an idyllic muggle village in the American state of New Hampshire. After all, you couldn't be a psychopath Dark Lord without instilling fear throughout the globe, now could you.
Suddenly, Voldemort spotted a new victim and grinned ferally. After flying across the street (a/n: in magical, bat type flying thing from the movies), he leered at the teenage girl. She couldn't be older than fourteen, yet she held his gaze, completely unfazed with all his dramatics.
He pointed his wand towards her, and exuberantly shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
However, the girl simply raised her hand, and the spell dissolved as it made contact with her palm.
Voldemort, and the rest of the death eaters, looked aghast, no one, save Harry Potter, had ever survived the killing before. And even then there had been lots of agony for every party involved.
"She must be a pureblood, a very powerful one!" he reasoned, "It would explain how unfazed she was!"
"What is your name, girl?" he asked the teenager.
"Darcy Barnes," She replied, aggravatingly calm. He was slightly disappointed, as Barnes was not a pureblood line in any country. Hopefully, she was at least a half-blood. He still recruited those.
"Well, Miss. Barnes, I must ask, is your mother a witch?"
She laughed.
"Are you a muggle-born?" he asked in horror. It would not bode well for him if a mere muggle-born could survive his killing curse.
"Nope, I'm muggle all the way!" She replied smugly, as the Death Eaters jaws dropped.
"Don't look so surprised!" she rolled her eyes, "You wizards don't exactly hide it very well!"
"How did you survive the Dark Lords killing curse?" shouted a low-level Death Eater.
"Used The Blessing," she replied, shrugging. "It's not that complicated."
"The Blessing?" Voldemort asked, skeptical.
Darcy rolled her eyes, again, and began explaining, "The Blessing is how any being receives magical ability-"
"It's hereditary! Except for the mudblood scum, who stole it!" shouted a Death Eater from the back.
"The 'muggle born and 'pureblood' as you know it is absolute bullshit." she ignored the scandalized gasps from the crowd. "Every person born with magic must have at least one magical parent. In the event of no magical parents, for the child to have magic it must be given The Blessing of Our Lady Hecate. It is a ritual performed by Hellenic Pagans, like myself, on anyone. Now, when performing the ritual, you give the child a Focus. Which is the type of magic that channels their given powers perfectly, such as potions, charms, etc."
"The children with the direct Blessing are usually very powerful. You can also give them multiple Focuses. Which was done on the late Lily Evans-Potter. She was given every Focus and was arguably more powerful than that Dumbledork fool. There is another option. Instead of giving them a Focus, they are given pure raw magic. Which creates, rather than the average witch, an Elemental Pagan witch."
"I am one such witch. We practice Hellenic Polytheism, our main deity being Lady Hecate, goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, moon, ghosts, and necromancy. An elemental means that our magic is based on natural things. Instead of your flashy, and foolish, I might add, we use nature. We can control all four basics, flame, water, earth, and rock. Rock includes minerals, and the elements of the periodic table, gases, and other scientific principles. Water means I can control the weather, oceans, etc. Earth means dirt, plants, wildlife. Flame means heat and fire."
"I can see you rolling your eyes back there!" She called out the death eaters. "But once you are trained, you can call on these quickly." In her left hand, a flame appeared, while in her other hand, a small pile of black powder. "This powder is called dynamite, and it is a combination of several elements. On its own, it's not much, but when you add fire," she threw the powder in a well-practiced motion onto a bench. The flame in her palm then danced over to the bench, and then suddenly (to the Death Eaters) exploded.
Darcy laughed at their reactions. She lifted her hand, and the asphalt beneath their feet began to shake and rise, lifting her up into the air on a small rock platform. The Death eaters screamed, scrambling to get away from the destruction the young teenager caused.
"I would also like to add," her voice seemed to be carried by the wind, which was probably intentional. "that 'purebloods' aren't real! Your ancestors were given the Blessing of Our Lady Hecate! And squibs are caused when the family in question insults Our Lady. The loss of their offspring's magic is the punishment!"
Voldemort, couldn't believe what he was hearing. Purebloods don't actually exist!? And this girl is a muggle, yet has more power in her hands than the entire wizarding world combined!
Screw the purebloods! He just wanted world domination anyway!
Voldemort grinned, he had finally found the heiress to his empire!
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