Lord Voldemort entered the Potter family's holiday home as soon as the faithful fell. Finally, even a fool like Wormtail could be useful. It had taken time but he had managed to convince him to betray his friends... with one or two well-placed doloris.
- Lily! He is here! Take Harry and save yourself!
James Potter did not have the opportunity to say a word more than he had to avoid the spells of the Dark Lord. He fought as hard as he could but he was not as focused as the last times he had faced him. The presence of his only son greatly distracted him. This is what caused his loss.
- What a shame... having to kill a pure-blood... all because of the unwelcome ideals of the crazy old man and the mudblood you trust... and to say that your sacrifice did not even allow them to save time...
Indeed, Voldemort heard the muffled crying of the woman upstairs. She had clearly not managed to leave.
Once upstairs, he saw the redhead get up at full speed. She trembled so much that it looked like she was going to escape her magic wand at any moment. However, she was blocking her body between her child and him, one of the greatest terrorists who ever existed. We could see the courage of the lioness protecting her little one rubbing shoulders with the fear of a little girl just wanting to hide and disappear in the woman's eyes. He wondered which of the two would take over.
- Push yourself and your life will be saved!
- Never!
His voice trembled, tears rising. And yet, she didn't seem ready to give up. No matter how many times Voldemort repeated herself, she never accepted her deal.
- Kill me in his place but let my son live! I beg you!
He sighed heavily.
- Very good! Avada Kedavra!
The woman fell to the ground. His red hair on the white carpet resembling a pool of blood. His empty look making the illusion even stronger. It took him a mental effort to take her off her eyes. He had to finish what he had to do and no one could oppose him anymore.
- Sorry little one but I have to do what is necessary for my cause... I know you don't understand what I'm saying.
He raised his wand and took a step forward...
Before losing his footing because of the damn carpet!
He was unable to regain his balance. He fell in slow motion and at the same time too fast. His skull smashed to the ground. His neck twisted in a strange angle. His nose burst into a blood geyser. He died rather quickly.
This is how the wizards began to worship the carpet. We even forgot to wonder why he was in this house on Halloween night.
She even got her own nickname.
The carpet of destiny.
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