ALL NOVEL Chapter 3: 03
Voldemort's first curse came fast — impossibly fast — but the system's combat assistance made time seem too slow. I saw the sickly green light of the Killing Curse leaving his wand and dove to the side, firing back a blasting curse that he deflected almost lazily.
[ANALYZING OPPONENT'S PATTERN...]
[TACTICAL SUGGESTION: UTILIZE ENVIRONMENT]
[WARNING: CONVENTIONAL MAGICAL COMBAT UNLIKELY TO SUCCEED]
He was toying with me, and we both knew it. Behind me, I heard Peter's shuffling footsteps as he tried to circle.
"Stupefy!" I shouted, whirling to face Peter instead of Voldemort. The red jet caught him square in the chest — he'd never expected me to target him first. As he crumpled, I transfigured the fallen leaves around him into steel chains, binding him tight.
[ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: RAT CAUGHT!]
[BONUS POINTS: FUTURE TIMELINE SIGNIFICANTLY ALTERED]
[NEW ABILITY UNLOCKED: ENHANCED TRANSFIGURATION]
Voldemort's laugh was high and cold. "Impressive. Perhaps you'd be more valuable as an ally than a corpse."
"Sorry," I said, already moving as another curse scorched the ground where I'd stood. "I make it a policy not to join snake-faced megalomaniacs."
I needed a distraction. The system was right — I couldn't win this fight conventionally. But maybe...
[SUGGESTION: COMBINE MEXICAN AND BRITISH MAGICAL TRADITIONS]
[ACCESSING CULTURAL MEMORY BANK...]
[CALCULATING PROBABILITY OF SUCCESS: 37%]
My grandmother Maria had taught me something once, in this new set of memories. A piece of old magic from her homeland, meant to call forth protective spirits. Combined with British spell work.
I slashed my wand in a complex pattern, shouting, "¡Espíritus de los ancestros, protegen a tu familia!"(Spirits of the ancestors, protect your family) while simultaneously casting Patronus Charm. Instead of my usual silver coyote, what burst from my wand was a swirling mass of ghostly figures — warriors and wizards from both sides of my family tree, their forms flickering between silver mist and solid shapes.
Voldemort's eyes widened fractionally. The spectral army charged at him, forcing him to defend against attacks coming from multiple angles. I used the momentary advantage to back toward the house, my wand maintaining the complex spell.
"Lily!" I screamed. "James! He's here! Get Harry and run!"
I heard movement inside the house, a baby's cry, Lily's voice shouting something to James. But I couldn't look away from Voldemort, who had already destroyed half my ancestral guardians with waves of dark fire.
[WARNING: SPELL ENERGY CRITICAL]
[SUGGESTING IMMEDIATE TACTICAL RETREAT]
[FAMILY PROTECTION PROTOCOLS ACTIVATING]
The front door burst open behind me. James appeared, his wand already moving. "Ramon? What the bloody—"
"Get them out!" I shouted, my voice strained as I maintained the increasingly unstable spell. "He knows! Peter told him! Get to Dumbledore!"
Voldemort destroyed the last of my spirits with a wave of pure magical force that sent me staggering backward. Through the system's interface, I saw multiple spells being prepared at the tip of his wand — all of them lethal.
[EMERGENCY PROTOCOLS ENGAGED]
[ACTIVATING SACRIFICE SUBROUTINE]
[WARNING: THIS ACTION MAY HAVE PERMANENT CONSEQUENCES]
Time seemed to slow again as the system presented me with a choice: there was a way to buy them time, but the cost would be steep. A sacrifice of magic, of the life force itself, could create a temporary barrier even Voldemort couldn't break through immediately.
I heard Lily's footsteps on the stairs, Harry's crying growing fainter as she ran toward the back door where they kept an emergency portkey. James was providing covering fire from the doorway, but against Voldemort, it wouldn't last long.
My decision was already made.
"System," I gasped, "activate sacrifice protocol."
[CONFIRMED]
[INITIATING MAGICAL CORE TRANSFER...]
[IT HAS BEEN AN HONOR, UNCLE]
I felt my magic surge, and then begin to drain away. As Voldemort raised his wand for the killing blow, I poured everything I had — every scrap of power, every ounce of love for my family — into one final spell.
The last thing I saw before darkness took me was a dome of golden light erupting from my body, pushing Voldemort back like a tsunami of pure magic. Through the barrier, I glimpsed James running back into the house and heard the distinctive crack of a portkey activation.
Then nothing.
When consciousness returned, I was lying in a hospital bed. The system's interface was flickering weakly, but one message shone bright and clear:
[MISSION STATUS: SUCCESSFUL]
[POTTER FAMILY: ALIVE]
[CALCULATING TIMELINE ALTERATIONS...]
[INITIATING RECOVERY PROTOCOLS...]
[WELCOME TO PHASE TWO, UNCLE]
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A/N:
I'm trying my best and I have so many ideas for the story that I need someone to help me out and help me straighten out the story.