Lord Voldemort is a well-known alpha, famous because of his lust for power. Draco Malfoy, the son of one of the Dark Lord's followers: Lucius, is an omega. The Malfoy Lord, ashamed of a Omega son, has done everything in his power to keep his son's s...
Previously on When The Devil Falls - "Oh!" replied Harry.
"We can do it now," said Harry, after a moment of consideration.
"Very well," said Tom.
In the dimly lit room of the Malfoy Manor, the air seemed to thicken with ancient magic as the Dark Lord meticulously arranged the Horcruxes on the floor. The subdued glow from the candles highlighted the intricate markings of the Olde ways, and each Horcrux seemed to pulse with magical energy.
Tom, with a sense of purpose, traced his wand over the protective spells surrounding the Horcruxes, uttering the incantation "Anima Excidium" that resonated with power. The room crackled with an otherworldly aura as the enchantments gradually weakened, allowing them to proceed with the ritual.
With precision, Tom positioned the Phoenix tears at the centre, a glimmering pool of liquid silver. He then encircled it with Obsidian blooms, their dark petals casting elongated shadows across the room. Draco helped in drawing the ancient runes while Tom chanted "Anima Coniunctio" throughout the whole process without even stopping to breathe. Ancient runes were drawn with deliberate strokes of blood, connecting each Horcrux except Nagini and the Diary in a web of mystical symbols.
As the ritual unfolded, the atmosphere intensified, the room seeming to hold its breath. Tom, focused and resolute, added drops of Acromantula venom and Moonstone essence to the Phoenix tears as he said "Anima Integratio". A soft, ethereal glow enveloped the components, casting an otherworldly light that danced across their faces.
The final spell - "Anima Liberatio" - echoed through the chamber, a resonant incantation that wove together the fragments of Tom's soul. The air shimmered with magical energy as the unified essence, now free from the confines of the Horcruxes, spiralled towards Tom causing him to grunt in pain.
In the serene aftermath of the ritual, a gentle dizziness enveloped both Harry and Tom. Draco did what he was best at, and stepped into action with a scolding that mirrored his concern. Mothering them towards the bed with a firm yet caring demeanour, Draco covered them with the warm embrace of the duvet.
As Draco turned to leave, intending to give them the space to rest, Harry's voice halted him. "Stay here," Harry implored. A weary sigh escaped Draco's lips, and with a quiet incantation, he enlarged the bed to accommodate all three of them. He slipped into the bed next to Harry, sandwiching the green-eyed wizard between himself and the dark lord.
"Un sommeil doré remplit tes yeux
Des sourires t'attendent quand tu te lèves
Dors bien chérie, ne pleure pas
Et je chanterai une berceuse"
Mumbling a soothing lullaby in French, Draco's melodic words ushered them into a tranquil slumber. With his task completed, Draco rose silently, a graceful silhouette against the dimly lit room. He meticulously erased the markings and extinguished the candles, leaving no trace of the powerful ritual that had transpired. Taking the now ex-Horcruxes, he carefully tucked them away in a drawer, securing them from prying eyes.
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