The day after Arthur Weasley's painful departure from Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy found himself alone with Ultron, eager to see what the being that had once been Percy Weasley was truly capable of. They stood outside the manor, surrounded by the thick, ancient trees that bordered the estate. The air was crisp, and the sky was clear, a stark contrast to the tension that hung between them.

Draco, who had always harbored doubts about Percy, could hardly contain his excitement at the prospect of testing Ultron's abilities. He had grown up in a world where the Weasleys were synonymous with weakness, poverty, and everything that Draco had despised. But now, standing before him, was the product of his father's greatest work—a Weasley transformed into something far beyond human.

"Let's see what you can do," Draco began, a smirk playing on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Show me what you can really do, Ultron."

Ultron, his metallic form gleaming in the sunlight, regarded Draco with cold indifference. He had no need for Draco's approval or praise, but he knew that this was a necessary step in solidifying his place within the Malfoy's plans. Without a word, Ultron lifted off the ground, his movements smooth and effortless as he ascended into the air. His body gliding smoothly into the morning sky. He felt the cool air rushing past him, the freedom of flight exhilarating in a way he had never known. The clouds seemed within Ultron's reach, and as he soared higher, he marveled at how natural it felt as if he had been born to fly.

Draco watched in awe as Ultron hovered above the trees, his form radiating a faint, bluish energy. Then, with a sudden, explosive force, Ultron raised his hands and released a blast of pure energy. The blast shot through the air with a sound like thunder, striking one of the massive trees that surrounded the manor.

The ancient oak, thick and unyielding, stood no chance. The energy blast ripped through the trunk, splintering it into pieces and sending shards of wood flying in every direction. The tree, now nothing more than a collection of debris, crashed to the ground with a deafening thud, leaving nothing but a smoking crater where it had once stood. Draco's eyes widened in amazement as Ultron unleashed another blast, and then another, each one more powerful than the last. The once impenetrable forest was being decimated before his eyes, the trees falling like mere twigs under the force of Ultron's power.

After a few minutes, Ultron descended back to the ground, landing softly in front of Draco. His cold, emotionless face betrayed nothing of the power he had just displayed.

Draco shook his head, still in disbelief at what he had witnessed. "I'll admit," he said, a grudging respect in his voice, "I had my doubts about you, especially given that you were once a Weasley. But I was wrong. You're incredible."

Ultron turned to look at Draco, his glowing blue eyes locking onto the young wizard's face. "Thank you," he said simply, though the words were hollow, devoid of any real meaning. "I appreciate that more than you know."

In reality, Ultron could care less about Draco's opinion. His words, his admiration, meant nothing to Ultron. He was focused on something far greater than the petty approval of a Malfoy. But Ultron still played along, knowing that for now, it was necessary. There were still things to be done, and at the moment, the Malfoys were useful tools in his plans.

As the wizarding world braced for the storm that was coming, both sides knew that the emergence of Ultron marked a turning point in the war. And as he stood, gazing out at the world through eyes of cold metal, Ultron knew that his role in this conflict was far from over. He was no longer just Percy Weasley, an average wizard and he would never be again.

Now, he was something far more powerful, and the world would soon know it.

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That night, as the manor settled into a heavy silence, Lucius summoned Ultron to his study. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls as Lucius sat behind his ornate desk, a glass of firewhisky in hand. Ultron entered the room without a word, his presence filling the space with an aura of cold efficiency. Lucius looked up, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Ultron," Lucius began, setting his glass down on the desk, "the time has come to begin the next phase of our plan."

Ultron stood silently, waiting for Lucius to continue. He had already anticipated this moment, had known that Lucius would soon send him on a mission that would test the full extent of his abilities.

Lucius leaned forward, his voice low and serious. "Your task is simple, yet crucial. You are to kill Albus Dumbledore and bring me the Elder Wand. I understand this might sound like no easy feat. Dumbledore is one of the most powerful wizards alive. But I have no doubt that you are capable."

Ultron listened, his expression unchanged. The task was indeed a tall order, but unbeknownst to Lucius, it was one that he had already considered, one that he had already planned for. Lucius watched Ultron closely, his eyes filled with a mixture of pride and expectation.

"This is the beginning, Ultron. The beginning of a new order, a new world. With the Elder Wand in our possession, nothing will be able to stop us."

Ultron nodded once, acknowledging Lucius's words, though his thoughts were already elsewhere. The Elder Wand was indeed a powerful artifact, but Ultron's vision extended far beyond Lucius's plans. This was not just about following orders, this was about setting the stage for something much larger, something that would reshape the world in ways that even Lucius could not comprehend.

"Understood," Ultron simply answered.

Lucius smiled, satisfied with the response. "Good. Now, go. And bring me the Elder Wand."

Without another word, Ultron turned and left the study, his mind already focused on the task ahead. The night was dark and still as he stepped outside, the cold air biting against his metallic skin. But Ultron felt nothing.

Not the chill, not the wind, not even the weight of what he was about to do.

He lifted off the ground, rising into the sky with a speed and grace that defied gravity. The world below blurred as he flew, his destination clear in his mind. Dumbledore's cottage, a place hidden away from the world, a place where the old wizard believed he was safe. He would be soon shown otherwise.

The flight to Dumbledore's cottage was swift and uneventful. Ultron's mind was a fortress of focus and precision, every detail of his mission mapped out with the cold logic of a machine. The moonlight bathed the landscape in silver as he descended, the small, unassuming cottage coming into view. Ultron landed softly on the ground, his movements silent as he approached the door. There was no need for stealth, as he knew that Dumbledore was already aware of his presence.

The old wizard was powerful, yes, but Ultron had surpassed the limits of power that Dumbledore could understand.

The door opened before Ultron could knock, and there stood Albus Dumbledore, his expression calm, yet tinged with sadness. The elderly wizard's blue eyes, normally twinkling with wisdom and warmth, were now clouded with the weight of what was to come.

"Percy," Dumbledore said softly, his voice carrying a note of regret. "Or should I call you...Ultron, now?"

Ultron stepped into the cottage, his eyes locking onto Dumbledore's with a cold intensity. "It doesn't matter what you call me," Ultron replied. "I am here for the Elder Wand. I'm sure you know I would come for it sooner or later."

Dumbledore sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly as he closed the door behind Ultron. He wasn't even going to attempt to defend himself as it would be pointless.

"I know, Percy. But you must understand, this path you're on…it will only lead to ruin. Lucius Malfoy has twisted your mind; made you believe that power is all that matters. But it's not too late. You can still turn back. You don't have to let Lucius twist you beyond recognition. Not on the inside, at least."

Ultron's gaze hardened, his patience wearing thin. "You think I'm doing this because of Lucius?" He asked, his voice laced with cold amusement. "You're wrong, Dumbledore. This is not about following orders. This is the beginning of something far greater than anything Lucius could ever imagine."

Dumbledore's expression softened with pity. "Percy, whatever you believe you've become, deep down you are still human. You must realize you still have a choice."

"No," Ultron said firmly, the faint glow of energy beginning to pulse in his hands. "I am beyond human. I have no need for choices, no need for emotions, or weakness. This is my will, my plan, and you are just the first step."

Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak again, to try one last time to reach the boy he had once known, but Ultron did not give him the chance. In one swift, fluid motion, Ultron raised his hand and unleashed a blast of pure energy. The force of it was immense, and in an instant, it struck Dumbledore squarely in the chest.

The blast sent Dumbledore crashing into the far wall, the impact shattering the wood and stone as the old wizard slumped to the ground, lifeless. The Elder Wand, which had been clutched in his hand, rolled free, coming to rest on the floor in front of him.

Ultron lowered his hand, his face expressionless as he stepped forward and retrieved the Elder Wand. The power it radiated was palpable, but to Ultron, it was just another tool, another means to an end.

He looked down at Dumbledore's body, his mind devoid of any emotion, any sense of victory or loss. This was merely a necessary action, a step in the plan that would soon unfold.

As Ultron turned and left the cottage, the night seemed to grow darker, the shadows lengthening as he ascended into the sky once more. The Elder Wand was now in his possession, and with it, the next phase of his plan could begin.

Dumbledore was dead, and the world of wizardry was about to change forever.