Voldemort Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

Ulric’s brave sacrifice had bought Dominic a few seconds, but nothing more. Suddenly, two dark forms hurtled down toward the black wizard from the night sky. At the last moment, he raised his arm and blasted one of them from the air, but the other fell upon his head, raking his face and eyes with razor-sharp talons. Viktor screamed and reached up to pull the owl from his face. No longer blocked by Viktor’s black beam, Dominic’s magical bolt surged forward, blasting the black wizard with the full force of Dominic’s magic. Viktor’s scream reached a horrifying crescendo and then abruptly ended as his body simply vaporized.

It pulsed faintly, carrying death deeper into his body with every heartbeat. Vivian let out a broken sob. Viktor went utterly still beside me. We all knew what it was. A Death Curse. Irreversible to wolves. Final. Merciless. The blood drained from my face. My hands, which had healed countless wounds and snatched many from the edge of death, felt suddenly useless. I looked at Viktor, and I did not need to speak. He saw the truth in my eyes. I could not save him. Vivian’s scream tore through the night. She gathered Andrei’s head into her lap and rocked him desperately, tears pouring down her face.

Merlin nods, “I remember most of it, but I don’t know if I ever went to the towers. I was focussing on the main fight; others went to the extremities to clear them.” Claire nods, and Ash looks at him. Kai shrugs, Merlin turns and looks at Kai. “Sorry, I forget who knows what. I killed him, Dracula. I’m invested in him staying dead.” Ash frowns, “The story says Van Helsing killed him.” Merlin scoffs,