After many heartbreaks and many losses, Aster Potter now has to go on a journey to the past to save her ancestors from the very man who is out to kill her. What better way to do it than to go back to the beginning, where their magic hadn't yet evolv...
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The battle raged on with an intensity that seemed to blur the line between night and day. The defenders fought with all their might, their coordinated efforts pushing back against the Death Eaters and Aelle's army. Amidst the chaos, a sudden turn of events caused a significant shift in their plans.
As Aster, Draco, Blaise, and Enzo fought valiantly, a powerful surge of dark magic exploded from the Death Eaters' ranks, splitting their forces. Draco, Blaise, and Enzo were pushed back from Aster's side by the force of the blast, their paths diverging in the chaos.
Draco, regaining his footing, looked around and saw that their immediate area was being overrun by Aelle's army. "We're cut off from Aster!" he shouted to Blaise and Enzo, his voice rising above the tumult of battle.
Blaise, his face set in determination, scanned the battlefield. "We need to regroup and help the muggles. They're taking heavy casualties!"
Enzo, glacing towards the direction of Aelle's army, nodded in agreement. "We can't let them fall. They're essential to holding this line. We need to create a diversion and then get to them! We need to make sure Ragnar and his sons are safe"
Draco, Blaise, and Enzo quickly changed their focus, directing their efforts towards assisting the beleaguered muggle defenders. Draco led the way, casting a powerful barrier to shield a group of muggle soldiers from a barrage of enemy spells. "Hold the line!" he commanded, his voice resolved as he reinforced the shield with additional protective enchantments.
Blaise joined him, casting a series of cutting spells to clear a path through the advancing Aelle's troops. "We need to push them back!" he urged, his spells slicing through the ranks of enemy soldiers with precision.
Enzo worked tirelessly to bolster the defences, using his magic to fortify the muggle barricades and create traps to slow down the enemy's advance. "These barriers should give you some breathing room!" he shouted to the muggle defenders. "Keep fighting, and we 'll handle the rest!"
As the three wizards focused on aiding the muggles, their combined efforts began to turn the tide. The muggle defenders, bolstered by the magical support, fought with renewed vigour, pushing back against Aelle's forces and buying precious time.
Meanwhile, Aster, separated from her brothers, fought her way through the tumult of battle towards the heart of the conflict. Her eyes were fixed on a singular goal: Voldemort. She knew that ending his reign of terror was the key to turning the tide of this battle and keeping her ancestors safe. If she dies she's taking him down with her.
She fought with a fierce determination, her wand blazing with powerful spells as she made her way through the battlefield. Each step was a battle in itself, but her focus never wavered. "Tom Riddle, I'm coming for you!" she shouted , her voice filled with the weight of her mission.
Aster finally reached the outskirts of where Voldemort had taken position, surrounded by his most loyal followers. The Dark Lord's presence was palpable, a dark aura that seemed to suffocate the very air around him. He turned his cold, red eyes towards Aster, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
