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|| START || CHAPTER 39
THE DAYS HAD GROWN WARMER as the war continued to build, the tension in the air thick with the weight of what was to come.
The attacks from the Light side were growing more frequent and dangerous, pushing Tom and Nyx further into a corner.
The world outside had become a battleground, where both sides clashed without mercy. Their children, now just over a year old, remained at the Malfoy manor under the protection of Abraxas' parents as the couple couldn't afford to risk them.
Nyx paced the room anxiously. The constant threat of attack from the Light side had become more than just an inconvenience—it had become a part of their daily lives. It was clear that they were at war now, a war that didn't just target them, but their future, their family, and everything they stood for.
Tom stood by the window, his dark eyes scanning the grounds outside. "The Light won't stop," he said, his voice low, filled with a quiet rage. "Every day, they try to break us, to destroy everything we've built. It's time we fought back."
Abraxas stood next to them, a serious expression on his face. He, too, had seen the toll the Light attacks had taken on his friends. "They think they can weaken us by attacking our families, our homes," he said bitterly. "But they're wrong. They've made a grave mistake."
Nyx stopped pacing and turned to face them. "We can't just sit here and wait for them to strike again. It's time we go after them. We hit them where it hurts."
Tom's lips curled into a dark smile. "I agree. The Light thinks they can keep us on the defensive, but no more. We will go on the offensive."
LATER THAT NIGHT, THE MALFOY manor became a safe haven for the group. Abraxas' parents, ever loyal to the Dark Lord and his cause, had made sure that the manor's walls were heavily protected.
The children, safe in the care of their grandparents, were blissfully unaware of the horrors that had become the norm for their parents.
Abraxas had ensured the best magical wards and charms surrounded them, and every night, he watched over them as if they were his own.
The rest of the group—Rodrick, Damien, and Nicholas—were also gathered at the manor, finalizing their plans. They were all in agreement: it was time to strike back.
Every attack from the Light side had been met with retaliation, but now, they were going to show their enemies just how dangerous they could be.
"Let's make them understand what it means to go after our families," Nyx said, her voice cold and full of determination. "We'll take down their leaders, their allies. We'll show them that they cannot win."
Tom nodded, stepping closer to her. "And when they come for us again, they will know we will not be broken. We will fight back. With everything we have."
The following weeks were marked by a series of attacks.
The Dark side, led by Tom and Nyx, struck at key Light-side locations.
They attacked wizarding families, destroyed important artifacts, and sent a clear message to the Light: We are not afraid, and we will not back down.
One night, a fierce battle broke out in the heart of the wizarding world.
Tom, Nyx, Abraxas, and the others fought alongside the Dark forces, confronting the Light side head-on.
There were explosions, spells flying through the air, and the sounds of screams and curses as both sides clashed.
Nyx, her black eyes burning with fury, fought fiercely. She had grown stronger with each passing day, and her magic was a force to be reckoned with.
Her dark powers flowed through her, and she used them to destroy everything in her path.
Tom, always a master strategist, led their forces with precision. He was a shadow, silent but deadly, and his enemies never knew what hit them. His eyes flashed with power as he cast unforgiving curses, taking down anyone who dared to stand in his way.
Abraxas, though never as cold as the others, fought with the same intensity. His loyalty to Tom and Nyx was unwavering, and he was willing to fight until the very end to protect those he loved.
As the battle raged on, it became clear that the Light side was no match for the power the Dark side had unleashed.
The Light forces, weakened by their own internal struggles, began to retreat. The Dark side, though still scarred from the conflict, had won—yet again.
After the battle, as the group returned to Malfoy Manor, the weight of their actions settled in.
They had struck hard, but the Light side would not give up easily. Nyx and Tom knew that the war was far from over. But for now, they had won a victory.
The children, unaware of the battles fought in their name, were still safe in the care of Abraxas' parents. They continued to grow, their innocent laughter filling the air of the manor, providing a brief respite for their parents.
But Tom and Nyx knew the war wasn't over, and their children would be protected at all costs.
Days turned into weeks, and the Dark side's influence continued to grow.
The Light side, once confident in their superiority, were beginning to understand the true threat that Tom Riddle and Nyx posed.
They had underestimated them for too long.
The Dark side was not just a shadow lurking in the distance. It was real. It was here. And it was taking what was theirs.
One day, as Nyx sat with Tom, watching the children play in the garden under the watchful eye of Abraxas' parents, she knew the coming days would bring even more challenges. But she also knew that together, they would face whatever came. Nothing would tear them apart.
And as the battle for the wizarding world continued, the group of friends—once mere students of Hogwarts—had become the dark force that would reshape the world forever.
But they didn't know that a certain light wizard knew how to break the group, how to break Tom Marvolo Riddle
