Delphini's Dementors (Harry Potter and the Two Worlds)
The Wizarding World has been exposed and forced to reunite with the Muggles. Durmstrang has been conquered by former Death Eaters led by Delphini. Now, Delphini is reaching out to the banished Dementors of Svalbard to begin her conquest of Europe.
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Through the Arctic, moved Delphini without touching the ground. Around her walked a handful of her most loyal Durmstrang followers. Behind them, bound by enchanted chains, stumbled a smaller group of students who had dared question her new order. Their eyes were wide with fear, and their breaths were visible in the frigid air.
βWhere are you taking us?β one of them stammered in Swedish. βPlease, Headmistress, my Lady, Supreme Leaderβ
Delphini did not answer.
"Crucio!" A Polish teenage girl loyal to Delphini, cursed, and the bound Swede began to scream in pain. No one questioned Delphini again for the rest of the journey.
They descended from the cliffs into the frozen caverns by the sea, where salt and ice fused into shimmering walls. The deeper they went, the more the air changed.
Shapes moved in the dark, gliding between the icy columns.
For years, the Dementors had lived here after being banished from Azkaban following the fall of Voldemort. They had been feeding on polar bears, seals, and the souls of lost wanderers who ventured too far north.
Dozens of them circled Delphiniβs group like vultures around a dying flame. Even her loyal students trembled. One collapsed to his knees, sobbing. None of them could conjure a Patronus; their wands shook uselessly in their hands.
Delphini, however, stood still.
βYou remember me,β she said softly. Her voice echoed in the cavern, strangely melodic. βYou remember him.β
The air seemed to vibrate as the Dementors drew closer.
βI am Delphini,β she said. βDaughter of the Dark Lord, whom you served. His blood runs in me. His will continues through me.β
A sound rolled through the cave like the rustle of ancient wings. It wasnβt language, but Delphini understood. It was recognition.
βYou are dying,β she whispered. βThe Muggles know you only as myth. The wizards you once guarded have turned their backs. You feed on beasts now, scraps of what you once had.β
She walked closer to them, unfazed by the cold that made the others gasp.
βBut follow me, and I will give you souls again. Not scraps but feasts. I will remake the world in shadow. β
The Dementors hovered, uncertain until Delphini raised her hand. Her chained prisoners whimpered in terror.
βYou will have proof,β she said, voice like silk over steel.
Her eyes flashed violet. With a gesture, the chains dissolved. The students tried to flee, but the Dementors descended like a storm. Screams tore through the icy air as souls were ripped from bodies-
The students turned away. One vomited. Another pissed his pants while others were transfixed by awe. Delphini did not flinch.
βEat,β she whispered. βFeed and grow strong. The world will soon need you.β
The Dementors circled her, recognising Delphini as their new master. She extended her arm, and one brushed its decaying hand against hers. Frost crept up her skin, but her eyes only glowed brighter.
βWe are bound,β she said. βMy father ruled through fear. I will rule through despair.β
The cavern erupted with a cold wind that extinguished every torch. When it cleared, the Dementors were gone, spreading outward into the world once more
βLet the world remember fear again,β Delphini murmured. βAnd let it start with me.β
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The mining town of Barentsburg had so far remained completely unaware of the Revelation and the existence of magic.
Inside the minersβ canteen, a handful of Russian and Norwegian workers sat huddled around a battered table, their laughter echoing through the dimly lit room.
βMagic?β one of them scoffed, raising his glass. βMy wife reads too many fairy tales.β
βSame with mine,β said another, shaking his head. βWizards, spells! Pah! If they were real, theyβd have come here long ago. Canβt be much gold in Svalbard for witches.β
βAye,β muttered another. βWeβve got rifles, not wands. Letβs see them try.β
Hours later, the wind howled softly through the narrow streets. The last ship had left the harbor days ago. Barentsburg was alone. That night, the air changed.
Then it appeared: A green spectral bird, vast and blazing, spread across the sky above Barentsburg. Its wings shimmered like emerald flame, its cry a sound that froze blood.
Dogs began to bark. The miners woke up from their beds.
βΠ§ΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ?!β
βHva i helvete!β
By the time the first rifle shots cracked through the air, it was already too late.
Figures in blood red robes moved through the streets. Sadistic teenagers cursed everyone in sight.
They broke through the wooden doors of the workersβ houses with spells that shattered locks and splintered walls.
βStay back!β a miner shouted, firing a rifle, blowing the head off one young wizard.
"THAT WAS MY BOYFRIEND MUGGLE SCUM!!" A girl shouted in Estonian. "CRUCIO!"
The man fell on the ground, screaming in unimaginable pain.
Screams echoed across the harbor as the invaders herded the survivors into the square beneath the statue of Lenin. The minersβ wives clutched their crying children.
Delphini arrived last, descending from the cliffs with her cloak snapping like a banner in the wind. Around her floated the Dementors, rising from the fog, drawn by the promise of souls. Even the Durmstrang students faltered as the creatures approached.
Delphini raised her hand.
βThese,β she said softly, βmock what they cannot understand. Let them learn what true power is.β
The Dementors swooped forward.
The screams lasted only moments, then stopped, replaced by a silence so vast it swallowed the sound of the sea.
When the creatures rose again, they hovered before Delphini like a dark army.
βRemember this night,β she whispered to her followers. βThe world will forget Barentsburg, but you will not. This is the dawn of our dominion.β
The Dementors scattered across the coast. By morning, the town was empty, houses torn apart, and lamps flickered over streets lined with frost. A few arctic foxes picked at what remained. High above, against the pale Arctic dawn, the Dark Mark Augurey still shimmered faintly, refusing to fade.
