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🕑 Added 2023-12-03 20:59:17 +0000 UTCSurprised by the sudden appearance of a blue phone box, Lily froze, her heart pounding as two strangers emerged. Peter and MJ exchanged glances before attempting to introduce themselves. However, before a word could escape their lips, Lily raised her wand, a defensive glint in her eyes.
"I won't let you hurt my son!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with maternal protectiveness.
Raising a curious eyebrow at the stick in Lily's hand, which shot out an arc of lightning-like magic, Peter simply moved his hand, coating it in Eldritch energy. He caught her magic attack, playing with it between his fingers before squeezing it, eradicating it completely. “Huh? That wasn’t very nice…”
“!” Lily watched in shock, realizing that even Dumbledore and Voldemort couldn't casually catch an offensive spell like that.
"Impressive though," Peter commented, examining his hand as if he'd just caught a harmless insect. "You've got quite the spark there."
Lily, still gripping her wand, looked at them with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. "W-Who are you?"
Eyeing the familiar looking mother and child in front of them, Peter immediately realized where he was, ‘Harry Potter, huh?’ He though in interest. Meanwhile, MJ seemed to still be in the dark.
Before they could answer Lily’s question, the sounds of the battle downstairs echoed up the stairs and down the hall. The Dark Lord's laughter and James Potters cries of pain were unmistakable, filling the room with an ominous undertone.
Ignoring Lily, who was still holding her wand and standing protectively over her son, Peter turned to MJ. "Stay here and try to calm her down. I'll check out what's going on downstairs."
MJ nodded, her gaze fixed on Lily and the baby. “Sure.”
As Peter left the room, Lily, still on edge, pointed her wand at his back, ready to cast another spell. However, MJ appeared beside her in an instant, swiftly swiping the wand out of Lily's hand.
Startled, Lily looked at MJ with wide eyes, now unarmed but still standing protectively over her son. "Who are you? What do you want?"
MJ offered a reassuring smile. "We're not here to hurt you or your child. We were just passing by..."
…
As Peter descended the stairs, the sounds of the battle grew louder. Voldemort's malevolent laughter echoed through the house, a stark contrast to James's desperate cries. Peter reached the source of the commotion, observing the fierce duel taking place.
‘Yup, this is definitely Harry Potter…’ Peter thought as he witnessed snake-like nose-less Voldemort throwing all sorts of spells at a man who looked remarkably like an older version of Harry Potter. ‘That must be his dad…’
And Harry Potters father was not in a good state. He was able to hold off the Dark lord on even ground for a few minutes, but after a few exchanges, the gap in their power and ability began to show.
‘He’s just toying with him at this point…’ Peter watched as Voldemort, an amused smile on his face, tossed all sorts of spells at James, each landing and bringing the man excruciating pain.
Peter arrived just in time to watch one of these spells hit James in the leg, causing him to collapse to the floor, screaming in agony. “Aghhh!”
Seeing that the duel was over, the Dark Lord decided to end it and move on to his real target, “Avada Kedavra!” Instantly, a green ominous light fired from his wand, headed straight for the fallen and vulnerable father.
But before the killing curse could claim the man’s life, a handsome young man appeared between the Dark Lord and his victim, his hand stretched out as he caught his second spell of the night.
Peter held the green strands of lightning in the palm of his hand, shocking the Dark Lord as even the slightest contact with the killing curse should have sent him straight to the grave.
“H-How…” Voldemort muttered in shock.
“This is some nasty magic…” Peter said as he looked at it in disgust before flicking his hand. “Here, you can have it back.” He says as the green lightning shoots out of his hand, headed straight at its caster.
Instantly, the Dark Lords eyes widen as he dived out of the way, thing himself to the floor as the deadly curse soared passed where he once stood, crashing into a wall before dissipating.
…
Meanwhile, back in the bedroom upstairs, MJ gently urged Lily to calm down. "Calm down, everything will be alright, I promise. We’re not here to hurt you or your son."
Lily looked at MJ, skepticism still evident in her eyes. "Calm down? How could I possibly calm down? Do you even know what’s going on right now?"
MJ glanced at the open door, noticing the cute bubbly blue letters with the name "Harry" on it. Realization dawned on her, confirming her suspicions. "Your son’s name is Harry, right? How old is he?" She asked, trying to keep Lily calm as Peter asked.
“Are you insane!?” Lily began to rant and rave, confused as to how someone could be so calm right now. After all, the Dark Lord Voldemort was downstairs and this girl was making small talk. ‘What the blood hell is going on?’
…
Downstairs, James Potter watched in shock as a man appeared before him, catching the Killing Curse and even throwing it back at the Dark Lord. His battered and bloody state left him questioning his senses. Was this some illusion or a trick of the mind?
Ignoring Voldemort completely, which infuriated the egotistic Dark Lord, Peter turned back to James, his tone commanding. "Wait upstairs. I'll handle this." James, still dazed, remained rooted in place, unable to comprehend the sudden turn of events.
Sighing in annoyance, Peter waved his hand, opening a portal beneath the disoriented man. James's eyes widened as he fell through the portal, landing directly in front of Lily and MJ, his son laying in his crib.
Lily's eyes widened as the portal appeared and deposited her battered and beaten husband at her feet. She scrambled to his side, tears streaming down her face as she tried to heal him. However, she soon realized that MJ still had her wand.
Panic set in as she looked up and MJ and pleaded, “I need my wand! Please! He’s going to die!”
But MJ kept the wand and, with a wave of her hand, conjured a golden spell circle over James's body. Lily, uncertain and frightened, watched as the spell circle seeped into James's wounds. Her worry turned to astonishment as her husband began to heal rapidly before her eyes, the injuries fading away at an unnatural pace.
In mere moments, James went from battered and broken to standing on his own, looking much healthier than he had moments before. Lily's eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and confusion. She couldn't fathom the magic at play, far surpassing anything she'd ever witnessed or even read about.
Lily stared up at MJ, a bewildered look on her face, “Who are you people…?” She muttered.
MJ smiled before offering a shrug. “We’re just newlyweds on our honeymoon…”
…
Back downstairs, Peter turned back to Voldemort, who was a volatile mix of shock, confusion, and anger. The Dark Lord couldn't comprehend the origin of this intruder, the nature of his magic, or how he managed to catch and survive the killing curse. But one thing was clear… the man before him dared to turn his back, a sight unprecedented in Voldemort's dark history.
The audacity of someone looking down on him fueled Voldemort's rage. He tightened his grip on his wand, his crimson eyes blazing with fury. Even Albus Dumbledore had never exposed his back in Voldemort's presence. The very idea of another individual showing such disrespect sent a surge of anger through the dark wizard.
Peter, unfazed, maintained a smirk that only intensified Voldemort's fury. The Dark Lord, his patience wearing thin, clutched his wand tighter, prepared to unleash his wrath upon this insolent intruder.
In the midst of his smirking, Peter couldn't resist taunting Voldemort. "Lost your nose, huh? Did you cut it off to match the whole slimy snake aesthetic? Or were you born that way?" The words struck a nerve, further enraging the Dark Lord.
Voldemort, seething with anger, hissed in response, "You dare mock me?! You shall pay dearly for your insolence!"
Peter chuckled, the sound echoing through the tense atmosphere. "Oh, I'm not mocking you. I'm genuinely curious. Are your parents related? Because I know incest babies are usually born with deformities like that…" He asked as a thoughtful look appeared on his face. “You know, Micheal Jackson lost his nose as well. Though he was a pedophile… Do all pedos like you lose their nose?”
The mention of incest hit Voldemort in a sore spot. The Gaunts, his family, had practiced incest to preserve their blood purity. Everything else that Peter said was just icing on the cake at this point, leaving his opponent grinding his teeth, a vein throbbing on his forehead.
The Dark Lord, fueled by a mix of rage and wounded pride, snarled, "You’ll regret ever crossing paths with me!"
As Voldemort prepared to unleash a barrage of spells, Peter remained eerily composed. He extended a hand theatrically, inviting the Dark Lord's wrath. "Come on then, you lolicon incest baby. Show me what you've got."
Voldemort, his ego wounded and his temper unchecked, unleashed a barrage of powerful spells. However, to his astonishment, Peter effortlessly dodged each one, moving with an uncanny agility that defied the laws of magic and physics alike.
The frustrated Dark Lord continued his onslaught, his fury only growing as Peter continued to taunt and elude him as if he were child who just picked up a wand.
“Is that it?” Peter asked, a bored look on his face as he slapped another killing curse aside. “I was really-” As he spoke, Peter suddenly disappeared from the Dark Lords line of sight. “-expecting more from the infamous Voldemort.”
Voldemort’s eyes widened as he heard Peter’s voice in his right ear, turning just in time to see an unstoppable fist inches away from his face.
“How disappointing…” Peter muttered as his knuckles impacted the Dark Lords skull, sending him cashing into the wall, which broke open as he flew outside of the house.
A/N: 1730 words :) 1/4 done ✅
Comments
omiguh
serious question here...was it ever confirmed about Michael Jackson? I knew their were allegations and such but it feels like everything was forgotten as soon as he died so i just dont know
wayne schack
Yeah, I think it’s usually magic battles in HP story’s so a punch to the face is pretty rare.
Byakoo
Hahahahahaha! He got punched in the face!! I have never read that before!!🤣🤣🤣
