Harry Potter: Dion the magician who changed everything

Dark forest, near where the great tragedy occurred in the dungeon.

The first flash of green illuminated the forest as Filvor cast the Avada Kedavra, but Philip reacted quickly, darting aside with a nimble movement. An explosion of leaves and broken branches scattered into the air as the lightning struck a nearby tree, charring its bark.

"Confringo!" - Philip shouted, aiming directly at the hunter.

A fiery blast ripped through the distance between the two, but Filvor, reflexes sharpened by years of pursuit, covered himself with a quick "Protego," deflecting the blast into a nearby bush, which burst into flames.

The forest crackled and vibrated with the force of the spells.

"You're tougher than I imagined, but not tough enough," Filvor said with a sly grin, twirling his wand in the air. "Sectumsempra!"

Philip barely managed to raise a protective barrier before the air around him was cut with sharp waves of dark magic. Though he managed to deflect most of the attacks, an invisible slash grazed his arm, opening a deep wound. He gritted his teeth, feeling the blood rushing down his tunic.

"Depulse!" - He exclaimed, launching a blast of energy that pushed Filvor back several meters, sending him crashing into a tree trunk.

Seizing the advantage, Philip swung the wand in an arc and whispered "Incarcerous!". Immediately, thick magical ropes sprang out of thin air and shot towards Filvor, wrapping around his body like snakes. For a moment, Philip thought he had caught him, but a dangerous gleam flared in the hunter's eyes.

"Diffindo!" - Filvor roared, snapping the bindings with a precise slash. Wasting no time, he extended his arm and muttered "Empire!"

Philip felt a heavy mist invade his mind, a seductive voice whispering to him to drop the wand, to surrender. But he clenched his fists tightly, resisting with all his being.

"No..." - He growled, with a titanic effort. "Expelliarmus!"

A flash of red erupted from his wand, momentarily disarming Filvor. The hunter recoiled, surprised by Philip's resistance. However, his smile returned as quickly as it had disappeared.

"Not bad, but this ends now," Filvor whispered, raising his wand and pointing it directly at Philip's chest. "Avada Kedavra!"

Philip tried to dodge, but his injury and exhaustion slowed him down. The green bolt impacted directly at him, throwing him backward. He felt a thud as he hit the ground and, for an instant, everything seemed to stop.

Filvor exhaled slowly, looking at Philip's body lying on the ground. But his smile disappeared when he saw that the young man was still moving. Although the spell had grazed his side, it had not been a lethal impact. Philip, with what little breath he had left, whispered, "Bombarda!"

The ground between them exploded with mammoth force, sending debris and dust everywhere. Filvor, caught in the shockwave, was thrown through the air and landed violently against a tree, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle. He moved no further.

Philip tried to sit up, but his strength betrayed him. Wounded and dizzy, he was barely able to take a few steps before his legs failed. His vision blurred, and he collapsed in the thicket of the forest.

As his consciousness faded, he caught a glimpse of figures moving through the trees. Silent shadows emerging from the darkness. Maybe it was a hallucination, or maybe he was not alone. The forest was filled with distant murmurs, and with the last glint of the moon on his face, Philip finally fell into unconsciousness.

The forest fell into a stony silence as if the battle had never happened.

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Exiting the dungeon after the disaster.

Slowly, I came to my senses abruptly, feeling a strong swaying shaking me from side to side, my vision still blurry, slow to focus on the person carrying me through the corridor. My head throbbed hard, and a sharp pain shot through my side, in addition to the pain running through my whole body.

-Dion, can you hear me? - asked a familiar voice.

I blinked several times until the figure of the person carrying me on his back, Aelric, became recognizable. He was carrying me on his back, with a worried look on his face.

-What... what happened? -I managed to ask in a weak voice.

Aleric, with a lowered gaze, clenched his jaw before answering. Like a student with the characteristics of a Gryffindor, he looked around and lowered his gaze again. With the courage no one had at the moment, he answered.

"We got out of the dungeon. The professors cleared the way as soon as they noticed that something was wrong. "- he answered quietly - "They got us out of the dungeon, but.... "- Aleric fell silent as if the words weighed too much.

As I became more aware of my surroundings and saw how several students were helping the weaker or injured to walk, some on floating stretchers and others bandaged all over their bodies with blood still dripping from their faces. I tried to move on my own, but my body was too sore.

"What about the others, where are they, Patrick and Phylicia?" -I asked, my heart shrinking, afraid that everything I did had been for nothing.

"They are fine, most of our group is fine, some more wounded than others, but alive. But as for other teams... some... died. Others are wounded, but they made it out alive. Although this... is one of the worst tragedies in the history of the school for freshmen. This won't be something the school can brag about." - Aleric lowered his head.

The silence between the two of us was interrupted by Iolita, who had emerged with minor injuries, jumped out of the arms of one of the students carrying her, limped over to me, limping on one leg, and with a leap landed back on my head.

 "I thought we weren't going to make it," - I said to Iolita in a low voice.

-Everything will be all right. - said a voice in my head

The voice startled me so much that I ended up falling as I let go of Aelric, who, as soon as he didn't feel my weight on his back, turned around and helped me up from the rocky ground.

The voice that just sounded in my head... was it Iolite? It must be impossible, cats don't speak by telepathy... of course, this Iolite is not really a normal cat... Thinking about that, I felt a shiver run through my body.

I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling a mixture of guilt and relief. I knew that this night would be remembered for years to come at Hogwarts. And, what was worse, I sensed that this tragedy was not the end of what had begun in that dungeon.

My head was pounding, and the feeling of dizziness barely allowed me to distinguish where I was. The coldness of the dungeon was gone, replaced by a comforting warmth.

Reality hit me like a bolt of lightning. The last memory I had was of the chaos in the dungeon, the creatures emerging from the shadows, the screams of their companions, the desperate attempt to escape... from the darkness. My mind tried to recall the last thing I had seen: the darkness of the dungeon, the spells lighting up the air. Then, the blow that knocked me unconscious.

As we moved forward, the sound of healing spells and teachers' voices giving orders became more and more present in the place. Once outside the dungeon, the professors had set up a makeshift camp to tend to the wounded. I saw Professor McGonagall overseeing the situation with an expression of restrained grief.

"Severus, how many...?" - The professor asked with a trickle of a voice.

"Eight dead. Fourteen were seriously injured. The rest traumatized but alive." - Snape, his face uncharacteristically pale, replied coolly, but with a tinge of regret in his voice.

A murmur ran through the group of teachers. Flitwick closed his eyes, clearly stricken.

"We will inform their families immediately," said Dumbledore, who had arrived with a grim expression, "And we will begin the funeral protocols."

Hogwarts protocols in the event of tragedies such as this required notifying the affected families and offering ceremonies in honor of the fallen. A memorial would be erected on the school grounds and emotional support would be provided to survivors. In addition, an investigation would be conducted to determine what went wrong and prevent something like this from happening again.

Meanwhile, Madame Pomfrey ( school nurse ) was moving quickly among the injured, applying healing incantations and administering potions.

The chapters will take longer to be uploaded. For now, a maximum of two will be uploaded per week, because I am currently writing three different stories. If you want to read them, they are on my profile:

1.DANMACHI: THE ECHO OF FALLEN HEROES

2.NARUTO RONIN TRAIL: REINCARNATE WITH THE POWERS OF MALENIA

3.Harry Potter: Dion, the magician who changed everything

The advance chapters of all stories will be uploaded on 08/02/2025. I hope you will be patient. I have no intention of abandoning the stories. I like how they are developing, and I hope you do too. Many thanks to those who read the whole thing. Your support is an incredible motivation to keep going with all the stories. The creature stumbled.