Chapter 3

The Knockturn Alley Incident

(Two Days Prior to The First Day of Hogwarts)

A group of Death Eaters stalked the streets of Knockturn. There were reports that Harry Potter had been seen in Knockturn Alley alone at night. A perfect opportunity to capture the boy and bring him to their Dark Lord.

"Last sighting of Potter was here" One of the Death Eaters said to their Captain, Antonin Dolohov.

"I see. Well, well, well..." Antoninn let out a small cackle, rubbing his hands together. He thought to himself for a moment, wondering how they should capture Potter.

It was a foggy night, the streets barely visible only illuminated by the street lights, perfect cover for them to capture Potter. Antonin was proud that Voldemort had chosen him and his squad of five for this particular mission. If he succeeded, then he would be considered part of the inner circle with the likes of Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, and even Voldemort's right-hand, Severus Snape.

The squad of Death Eaters continued to walk through the fog, ever vigilant for the Boy Who Lived to show his face

"I hope this isn't a wild goose chase," said a Death Eater still doubting Potter was around.

Antonin turned, giving the man a dark glare. "The Dark Lord trusts our informants, and so should we. If they said Potter has been seen here, then Potter has been seen here. That is all you need to know."

As they continued down the streets, the glow of their wands was ever present ready to fire a jinx. The streets became more secluded as people realized that Death Eaters were in the streets. They shut their windows and locked their doors, wanting nothing to do with them.

"I'm over here Death Cronies, come and get me" yelled a figure behind them. There was no mistaking the voice, it was the voice of The Boy Who Lived. Harry Potter.

Antonin and the other Death Eaters turned around, his face immediately lit up with wicked glee, a sinister smile spread across his features as he heard Potter's taunts.

"There he is…"

His wand raised as he and the other Death Eaters turned to face the Boy Who Lived.

"Incarcerous!"

He cast the spell with a swift and precise motion, sending thick ropes snaking through the air toward Potter. However. Potter dodged the spell with ease, and bolted down the alleyway next to him.

Antonin's eyes widened in surprise as Potter skillfully evaded the spells and ran down an alley.

"How the hell!?" he said out loud

His mind was racing, he didn't have time to wonder how Potter had become so adept.

"We can't let him get away!" he snarled in frustration, Antonin and the other Death Eaters raced after Potter, determined not to lose sight of him.

The Death Eaters chased Potter through the alley, their footsteps echoing as they pursued him. The shadows cast by the surrounding buildings loomed over the narrow space, adding an eerie element to the chase.

"Expelliarmus!"

Antonin casts another spell, aiming his wand toward Potter, hoping this time his magic would find its mark.

Harry dodged the spell again, his movements almost inhuman. Luckily one of the death-eaters managed to call in backup, cutting off more routes for Harry to escape from them. What was once a group of 5 was now a group of 25.

Harry continued to dodge spells as the squad of Death Eaters corralled him to an abandoned shop. The space they were in was wide, it looked to be a large abandoned bookshop or some sort or some type of market. It had an overhang along its sides. Harry stopped and looked back at the death eaters, his face glowing in the gleaming moonlight.

The Death Eaters came to a halt, circling around Potter, wands raised. Antonin smirked, realizing that Potter was trapped and outnumbered. They had him now. He took a step toward Potter, a taunting look in his eyes.

"Well now, Potter. You are all alone, surrounded by an army of the Dark Lords finest and with nowhere to run. What will the 'Boy Who Lived' do now?"

"Harry" smiled as his face became more feminine, his messy black hair grew straight and white as it grew down to his back, his body changed to more attuned to a young female, and a scar appeared underneath the left eye. This wasn't Potter at all.

A ripple of surprise went through the Death Eaters in the group. Antonin blinked, his expression turning into one of disbelief and frustration as he registered the change. He narrowed his eyes, taking in this strange and confusing development. Antonin's grip tightened on his wand, now more suspicious than ever.

"What is the meaning of this?!" He demanded, his voice cold and hard. They had been tricked, but by whom and for what purpose was all a mystery to him.

"Ever hear of an ambush dumbass" the girl mocked with an evil smirk on her face.

Antonin's eyes widened in shock as gunfire erupted from above them, barely having time to register the sudden barrage of bullets. His Death Eaters were already collapsing with screams of pain, their robes torn by the assault. It hadn't taken more than a couple of seconds for half of them to be taken out. He snapped back into focus and instinctively, he quickly cast an array of defensive spells, creating an unbreakable charm around him to deflect the incoming bullets.

But instead of the bullets being deflected, they actually nullified the protective charm, burning through like someone had lit a paper on fire. Antonin's eyes widened in shock as the bullets burned through his defensive charm. How is that possible? Muggle weapons should have been ineffective against magic... He gritted his teeth, trying to shake off his confusion and disbelief, there was no time to ponder the impossibilities now.

"Incarcerous"

Antonin fired the spell forcing the shooter to take cover which allowed the remaining death-eaters to take cover. Atonnin ducked behind a wall, clutching his wand tightly. His breathing was heavy, and he needed to regroup and come up with a plan.

"We need to take down anyone attacking us! Use any spell, no matter how dark or powerful!" he hissed to the remaining Death-Eaters. He knew what had to be done to even the playing field.

The Death Eaters nodded in agreement and immediately launched a ferocious counterattack. Dark and powerful curses shot through the air, hoping to take down the shooter and the girl. The girl gave a motion like she was blowing a kiss and fire akin to a dragon erupted from her lips.

The Death Eaters watched in awe and horror as the flames burst forth in a fiery spectacle, scorching through the darkness and setting the room ablaze. The stream of flame engulfed some of the Death Eaters as they screamed in agony as they were consumed by the fierce blaze leaving nothing but charred corpses.

Antonin, who was attempting to peek from behind cover, quickly ducked back down, narrowly avoiding the flames. The heat licked at his skin, leaving burns in their wake.

A Death Eater managed to flank the girl from the side.

"Avada Kedarva" he yelled.

Antonin watched in shock as the girl moved faster than the eye could register, her dagger slicing through the death eater with ruthless efficiency, and the curse merely flying through the girl's afterimage from where she was standing.

He needed to do something, anything to turn this around.

He gritted his teeth, feeling the sting of failure as his comrade fell. His mind raced as he watched this girl move with an almost supernatural grace and speed. He had never seen anything like it before and it made the Death-Eater nervous. The situation was spiraling out of control fast.

A few more Death Eaters rushed to face the girl in an attempt to overwhelm her. They fired off a series of curses and jinxes only for the girl to dodge every one with ease, it was almost as if the spells were moving in slow motion.

The girl's eyes turned snake-like as her gaze began to emit a blue aura. She looked a Death Eater right in the eyes and he screamed in agony as he was petrified

The Death-Eaters froze in fear, watching as their comrade writhed in pain, his body paralyzed by the girl's gaze. The air was filled with a sense of uncertainty, the Death-Eaters were scared and confused.

Antonin took a step back, realizing the gravity of the situation. They were up against something more than human, something truly terrifying.

"They're monsters! Get away from me!" One of the Death Eaters yelled as he ran for the exit before his body went limp taking a bullet to the head.

Antonin's gaze hardened as he watched his comrades fall one by one. Those who were lucky were the ones that ran, as they simply crumbled as gunshots rang out killing any of them that tried to escape. Those who stayed and fought suffered terrible fates as the girl seemed to emulate the magic abilities of dangerous magical creatures.

Antonin's backed away, an unsettling fact began to sink in.

'This isn't a fight, this is an extermination.' he thought to himself only three Death Eaters remained not including himself.

"MECRY! PLEASE! " The other remaining Death-Eater shouted, attempting to make a break for it only to collapse from two shots to the back.

Antonin gritted his teeth feeling more angry than afraid, he had no desire to be next. He couldn't die here

A sudden sharp pain pierced through Antonin as a bullet connected with his shoulder. The impact sent him stumbling back, his wand dropping from his hand. He clutched his wounded shoulder, his teeth gritted in pain. Blood seeped through his fingers and down his dark cloak.

"Damn it..." Antonin cursed in pain, clutching his shoulder where the bullet had struck. The sharp pain and shock from the wound made him stumble a few steps backward, his wand falling from his grip as he attempted to apply pressure on the wound to staunch the bleeding.

'I need to get out of here, alive'

As he slowly raised his gaze, he made eye contact with the girl. His eyes were filled with both pain and defiance. The girl turned up to the rafters as she pulled a dagger out of a Death Eater corpse.

"Nice shooting gym-rat" she chuckled as she sheathed her dagger to her side.

"What can I say, those extra marksmen lessons are paying off," A young man with tan skin and muscular build said as he hopped down from the rafters. He had an assault rifle slung across his back.

"Makes me that much more jealous that you get fun training since you're a squib" she taunted jokingly.

"Well when all you got is Anti-Magic what else can you do, but the basic jinxes and curses. I sure hope the boss finds a way I can cast more advanced spells like conjuring chains or be able to levitate things" the young man complained as he re-loaded his rifle.

Antonin's gaze shifted between the duo, listening intently to their banter while he kept pressure on his wound. The pain was intense, but he swallowed the feeling, determined not to show weakness.

As they continued on with their conversation, Antonin's curiosity mixed with growing annoyance. There was clearly more going on here than what met the eye and he couldn't help but interject, albeit through grit teeth.

"Hmph... So, it appears that this whole charade was a ploy. A distraction to lure us here and bring us down," Antonin said, his voice tinged with spite and pain as he pressed the wound. He looked at the young man, he looked about to be a sixth year.

"You're not just a squib, are you?" He hissed painfully, pressing his hand against his bleeding shoulder. "You're something more..."

"First of my kind, actually. The first ever user of Anti-Magic. It's an alternative source of energy that I can tap into to cast spells or enchant weapons such as this rad piece of iron. The best part about it nullifies all forms of magic with anything that comes into contact with it" The young man said as he caressed the body of his rifle.

"Anti-Magic..." he muttered under his breath, the concept seemed almost blasphemous, a perversion of the natural order. He was silent for a moment, trying to process the implications of what this development meant.

"Go ahead, try to appreate out of here" The young man encouraged.

Antonin scowled, his face contorting into a pained grimace as he made an attempt to apparate but his efforts were met with nothing more than a jolt of agony from the wound on his shoulder, his form flickering to get the least bit of magic out to apparate away from the vicinity.

The girl gave a mocking chuckle at his failed attempt, relishing in his discomfort. The man just shook his head at how stubborn Antonin was being

"Tsk tsk.." she taunted shaking her head, with a cruel smile on her face as she observed him.

"Not being able to apparate, having no magic, and bleeding out, you really are in a pitiful position right now, aren't you."

"DAMN YOU!" He yelled out in frustration. It was true, the bullet had cut off his magical abilities. The two relished the opportunity to mock Antonin's helplessness, Their continued taunts and jokes at his expense driving home the reality of his situation. He was wounded, weakened, and unable to use magic. It gnawed away at his pride, fueling his frustration into a bitter anger.

Despite his desperate attempts, he found himself at her mercy, a position he loathed. A wounded lion caught in a trap, surrounded by its hunters. The duo finally calmed down as the girl approached Antonin.

"So we have a message for you to deliver to Tommy, agree to that and we'll let you live," she said coldly.

" 'Tommy'? As in Lord Voldemort?" Antonin thought. The two before him had no idea or simply didn't care that they dared not even use their master's full name.

"So that's the game, huh?" He said bitterly. The pain from his wound was beginning to become more and more noticeable, his anger only managing to keep him focused and alert. "And what is this message?"

"Just simply show him what happened here and I think he'll get the message, you won't even have to say a word." the girl said cheerfully.

Antonin's eyes narrowed again, suspicion still lingering. But the offer itself was straightforward and seemed honest. He nodded slowly, acknowledging her terms.

"Fine, I'll convey your little message. But make no mistake, I won't forget this." He hissed, his annoyance palpable.

"Great!" the girl said. She raised her hand. The palm of it opened up and showed a pitch-black void. The sudden drop in temperature and the ominous void in the palm of her hand made even Antonin shiver. That presence... It reminded him of the dementors. A chill that couldn't be shaken, seeping into his bones.

"What is this..?" he managed to ask. The girl said nothing as her hand slowly started reaching towards Antonin's face. Antonin couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of fear building up inside of him. He was powerless against the strange powers of her ability. The chill in the air intensified, it was like looking straight into the darkness itself. His eyes widened as the void-like palm of her hand approached him like a maw.

"That's a bit "demented", even for you" the young man chuckled.

"Seriously? A pun? You've been waiting weeks to say that ever since I learned this spell" the girl said, slightly annoyed at her comrades' joke. The young man's joke only increased Antonin's uneasiness.

"What is this!? What are you doing to me!?" he asked, his tone more of a demand.

His frustration from the situation was starting to boil over. His hand clutched his bleeding wound tightly in an attempt to staunch the bleeding, but the chill was still making his body tremble.

"You need me alive to deliver your message don't you!?" Antonin yelled, pleading with tears forming in his eyes.

The girl's emerald eyes flared with sinister intent. "I'm not going back on my word, but you should know better than anyone that there are worse fates than death"

The void in the girl's palm began to slowly suck the soul out of Antonin's body, his screams piercing the night sky as his soul was sent to limbo to linger forever in the darkness.

(The Next Day)

An Auroa ran through the hall, making a b-line to Minister Fudge's office. The Auroa fist slammed on the door in a panic.

"Minister!? Minister!?" the Auroa called out frantically.

Cornelius Fudge looks up from his work startled at the sudden banging. He stands up with annoyed huff and answers the door.

"What is it boy, you almost gave me a bloody heart attack!" Fudge snaps at him.

"There's been an incident in Knockturn Alley"

He frowned as soon as the word "Knockturn Alley" was said.

"That place never gives us a break. Fine, out with it then." Fudge sighed as he beckoned the auroa into his office.

The auroa hands over a stack of papers to Fudge who puts on his glasses to read.

"Everything is in this case report, we also sealed off the entire area and put a shelter-in-place notice for Knockturn" the auroa reported.

Fudge looked at the report. As he read the report of the bodies found in the abandoned shop, how there were bullet casings littered all over the floor, and the traces of dragon fire smoldering on the wood of the shop. There was one particular page that described Antonin Dolohov, while still alive, his body was soulless, his face in a perpetual expression of agony.

Fudge looked up at the Auroa in front of him, his face grim.

"None of this gets out to the public…understood"

"Yes sir," the auroa said. He then left the office not needing to say another word.

When the door closed Fudge ran his hands through his hair, trying to relieve stress. He looked at a picture of Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore my old friend. If Voldemort has indeed returned, then I fear he's the least of worries now"

(Opening song. Danger Danger by FZMZ feat. icy.)