Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión)-Chapter 174: "A World Without Them" [Special Pt 2]

"A World Without Them" [Special Pt 2]

Hermione woke up with a start, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked around anxiously, but saw neither Ron nor Harry.

"Idiots..." she muttered, her voice trembling with worry.

She stood up quickly, ready to go search for them using Apparition, but before she could grab her wand, a wizard burst into the room, panting, his face pale and sweat streaming down his temples.

"They found us! The Muggles... the Muggles found us," he said, his voice a mix of fear and despair.

Hermione didn't need further explanation. She ran toward the exit with the others, but as they tried to apparate, a shiver ran through their bodies"something was stopping their magic. A barrier... an anti-apparition field.

"We're surrounded," whispered another wizard from the beach house window, eyes fixed on the horizon.

Outside, a loud crackling of static was followed by a metallic voice booming from a loudspeaker:

"Come out with your hands up and without your wands! If you don't comply, we'll open fire!"

Helicopters descended from the sky like vultures, their spotlights illuminating every corner, weapons aimed straight at the house. The roar of their blades blended with the shouting of the soldiers surrounding them.

Inside, fear was a poison that seeped into everything. The remaining witches and wizards stared at each other, trembling, knowing there was no escape. Resisting meant death... and perhaps dragging innocent lives down with them.

Hermione, tears in her eyes and jaw clenched in helplessness, was the first to step outside.

One by one, they followed, hands raised, defeated. Even her.

The special chains that nullified magic snapped around their wrists, cold and cruel. One of the soldiers aimed directly at Hermione for a long second...

.......

"Fiendfyre!" Ron roared, his voice cracking with rage, unleashing a tide of cursed fire that screamed like a wild beast, devouring the air as it surged forward.

But the soldiers reacted without fear. As if expecting it, they threw black capsules to the ground. Upon impact, they released a thick mist that smothered the flames with unnatural efficiency. The hellfire, which once would have destroyed everything in its path, vanished with a hiss, as if it had never existed.

Ron wanted to run. To scream. To cry. His brothers were still in chains, and the soldiers were approaching step by step, like an executioner's march. The magical shields they carried, reinforced with Muggle technology, glowed with a soulless light.

"Harry!" Ron shouted, pleading, desperate.

Harry looked at him. There was no compassion left in his eyes. Only broken resolve.

"Avada Kedavra!" he exclaimed, his voice as cold as death itself.

The killing curse struck a soldier, piercing his shield and chest like paper. He collapsed instantly, his face frozen in a mix of surprise and terror.

Alec, who had been watching the battle with a smile until now, frowned seriously.

"Still no way to counter that?" he asked dryly, eyes locked on Harry and Ron. "I wanted them alive, but... oh well," he added with chilling calm.

The *Avada Kedavra*. Few dared to cast it. Not just because of its power, but its cost. Every death weighed. Corrupted. Rotted the soul from within. It was a curse that didn't just kill the other... it slowly killed the caster, too.

And yet, there they were. Two madmen. Two ghosts from the past. Casting it without pause.

Ron and Harry moved like vengeful shadows, their wands spitting death over and over. One created a shield. The other killed. When the shield fell, they switched roles. The rain of bullets didn't stop"but neither did they. Not yet.

A bullet pierced Ron's shoulder. He didn't flinch. He drank a potion with trembling hands and kept killing.

The soldiers fell. Screamed. Died.

Alec gritted his teeth as he watched his entire squad be wiped out.

When only a few men remained, Alec walked over to Percy, who was still in chains, and with eerie calm, pressed the barrel of his gun to the young man's temple.

"Enough!" Alec roared in fury. "We underestimated them. But this ends now."

Harry and Ron, covered in blood and open wounds, stopped. They breathed like beasts. Wands raised, aimed at the source of their pain.

"Surrender... or I'll kill your friend," Alec declared, his finger trembling on the trigger.

Ron stepped forward. His body trembled. It was all he had left.

"Don't listen to him! Don't save us! Kill them and live!" Percy shouted with strange serenity, as if he had already accepted his end.

"Shut up!" Alec yelled, pulling the trigger.

A gunshot.

Percy's blood splattered on the ground before his body hit it.

"PERCY!" Ron roared, a scream that tore through the air. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The death curse flew with fury toward Alec, who dodged it with a leap while shouting to his men:

"Kill them all!"

And so the hell continued.

Ron and Harry didn't fight. They slaughtered. Without mercy. Without humanity. One by one, the soldiers fell. Choked screams, gunpowder, blood, charred bodies...

Only Alec remained, crouched behind a collapsed wall.

"Come out, you filthy bastard! You fucking Mudblood!" Ron screamed, out of his mind, eyes teetering on the edge of madness.

Alec let out a hollow, empty, broken laugh.

"Haha... Yes... you're strong. But look around you. You're alone. Magic died because you wasted it. Power always leads to destruction."

"Reducto!" Ron shouted, reducing the wall to rubble with an explosion.

Alec stood"not aiming at Ron or Harry, but at George, who Harry had just begun to free.

A gunshot.

"NOOO!" Ron screamed, launching another *Avada Kedavra* straight into Alec's chest.

"He grows stronger through pain," Alec whispered, smiling... as the green light consumed him.

He died laughing.

The shot had hit the mark. George's chest bled like a red river.

Ron ran toward him, desperate, a trembling potion in his hand.

"Take it! It'll heal you! George, please!"

George stopped him with a weak smile. Blood spilled from his mouth.

"No, Ronniekins... that's enough. I'm tired. Let me go to Fred. To Mum... to Percy."

"Don't talk! Take it, damn it! Don't leave me!!"

"There are no doctors, brother... only death. And you... you have to live for all of us. You have to lift the Weasleys up... haha, Mum's gonna kill me for leaving you alone..."

George died with a smile. Ron screamed so loud the sky itself seemed to shatter.

The clouds swirled. Thunder roared. Rain fell as if weeping alongside him.

Ron's eyes were black. Black as the soul disintegrating inside his body.

Harry, by his side, wasn't doing any better. The dark voices in his head were growing stronger.

"Ron... we have to go back... to Hermione... to the others," Harry murmured, barely audible.

Both took a body in their arms and disappeared.

They reappeared in front of the beach house. Everything was silent.

Harry sniffed the air... and his stomach sank.

Blood.

He entered, slowly, as if in a trance.

And there they were.

All the survivors. Lying like broken dolls. Executed. Without respect. Without glory.

Hermione... Dean... Luna...

"Hermione..." Harry whispered, falling to his knees.

Ron stepped in. And froze at the sight of the corpses. He went mute. Didn't cry. Didn't scream. He just... collapsed.

"Harry... I... I give up," he murmured, sitting at the door as if his bones could no longer support him.

"What...? What are you saying, Ron?"

Ron pulled out a vial of poison. He looked at it"not with fear, but with relief.

"George... George asked me to. But I don't want to fight anymore. I'm tired, Harry."

"Ron, no! Wait! You... you have to live!"

Ron drank without hesitation.

Harry searched desperately through the ruins. There were no antidotes. No magic left. No hope left.

"Please... don't leave me alone..."

Ron looked at him with a smile. One last smile.

"Looks like... not all of us made it out of this one either..."

And he died in his arms.

Harry held him, crying in silence, as the rain continued to fall.

And the world... had no more heroes.

And the last of them... shattered.

...

"Sir, we have traces of magical energy around the White House," said a security agent hurriedly before collapsing, dead.

"Repeat. The message didn't come through, just static," replied the voice on the radio.

Then, the same voice of the now-dead agent responded through the device.

"Traces of an animal were found in the vicinity."

"Understood."

And so, in sepulchral silence, a hooded figure moved down the avenue. He wore a black cloak, stained with dried mud and old blood. Behind him, the fallen agent rose again. His face was pale, his eyes empty. He walked like a broken puppet, dragging his feet behind his new master.

"Sir, a large crowd appeared surrounding the area," a guard reported while analyzing the security cameras.

"Aren't those the gate guards?" his superior asked, confused.

Before he could get an answer, he saw one of the guards run straight toward the steel gate... and explode into a thousand pieces, blasting it open.

Dozens of people"once alive, now just husks"charged toward the compound, ignoring pain, logic, or fear.

Alarms blared. Soldiers and private security rushed out with weapons ready, opening fire without mercy. But it was useless. Even when shot in the heart or head, the figures wouldn't stop. They ran straight into the mansion's walls and exploded, disintegrating in unnatural blasts and leaving massive holes in the structure.

From a distance, Harry watched in silence. Standing in the shadows, he observed the flames grow out of control. His eyes were devoid of soul. And without a word, he vanished into the darkness.

That same night, homes of ministers and high-ranking European dignitaries were attacked. One by one, the capitals fell to magical assaults. It was the first open strike against the Muggles.

Wizards hiding in the corners of the world saw it as the beginning of an uprising. The outcasts, hunted like rats, finally struck back.

The war had begun.

And at its head stood **Harry Potter**.

The Boy Who Lived.

The symbol of hope.

Now, a monster cloaked in layers of darkness.

He had used Horcrux fragments to survive years of battle"the cruel spell once used by his greatest enemy, now wielded by the magical world's former hero.

Every time he died, a hidden piece brought him back... more broken than before. More cruel. More vengeful.

His magic, a rotting blend of power, madness, and pain, controlled corpses as soldiers. It corrupted wizards, turning them into mindless beasts. And he no longer cared for the innocent. He used them as shields, living bombs, toys.

Muggle military centers fell, one by one.

Still, the outcome was inevitable: the wizards lost.

But they took **millions** of lives with them.

In the end, only **he** remained.

Harry Potter.

Standing in the crater of a ruined city.

Surrounded by hundreds of soldiers, rifles aimed straight at his heart.

"*Hahahahaha!* Filthy damn Muggles! You need thousands just to take down one of us!" Harry shouted, his eyes bloodshot.

The ground trembled beneath his feet. Mud giants rose from the earth, roaring with hatred.

Harry raised shields of bone and blood around him.

"**DIE!**"

A shot. A bullet pierced his chest.

But Harry didn't fall.

He kept casting spells, summoning death from the depths of black magic.

"*HAHAHA! EVEN IF I DIE, I'M TAKING YOU ALL WITH ME!*"

Thousands of hidden runes on his body began to glow.

Magical chains activated in the ground, spreading across the world.

The earth itself screamed.

Corpses rose.

And exploded against every Muggle they found.

Harry, on the brink of death, still stood. His blood soaked the ground, but his magic still obeyed.

For a moment"just one"he had clarity.

"Ah... What have I done...? I wish... someone had stopped me..."

Then, hundreds of bullets tore through him at once.

Harry's body collapsed.

The sky darkened.

The world... wept.

But it wasn't over.

From the depths of magic, **something smiled**.

A shadow that had whispered in Harry's ear for years.

"Finally... it has all begun. Now it's my time to""

But in that instant, the shadow paused.

It frowned.

It felt a tremor... a shift.

Time fractured.

And the world... began to **rewind**.

...

**The first change:** a baby appeared before the mansion of an ancient pure-blood family, contemplating the second chance it had been given.

**The second change:** a child cradled in the arms of a long-lived, powerful couple, eyes full of intelligence and confusion.

**The third:** a girl appeared in front of her beloved grandmother's house, laughing with joy at her rebirth.

**The fourth and fifth:** twins were left in front of a prison meant to hold only one man, already fighting with their tiny hands and feet even from within their cribs.

**The sixth change:** a silent forgiveness was whispered to the boy who had lost everything, as his mother held him close and kissed his forehead to lull him to sleep.

The cycle restarted. And shifted.

But the darkness still remained.

Waiting for its chance.