Harry Potter-A New Future

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Chapter 3: A Grim Discovery

Diagon Alley was a ruin. Smoke billowed from shattered shopfronts, the air thick with the tang of burned wood and scorched stone. Bodies lay strewn across the cobblestones, Death Eater robes mingled with broken wands and the lingering traces of dark magic.

Alastor Moody stepped cautiously through the wreckage, his magical eye spinning in its socket, scanning every shadow and crevice. Behind him, a team of seasoned Aurors moved with wands drawn, their faces set in grim determination.

"Bloody hell," muttered Dawlish, one of the younger Aurors, as he kicked aside a cracked mask. "Looks like a warzone."

"It was a warzone," Moody snapped, his magical eye locking briefly on the impaled body of a Death Eater still hanging from transfigured iron spikes. "Stay sharp. This wasn't just some skirmish. Whoever—or whatever—did this didn't leave anything to chance."

The Aurors fanned out, inspecting the devastation. Twenty Death Eaters lay dead, their bodies bearing the marks of a brutal and efficient attack. Some had been caught mid-spell, their faces frozen in shock; others had been taken down with methods that defied explanation.

"What do you make of this?" asked Proudfoot, gesturing to the ground where cobblestones had been melted into slag.

Moody crouched, his hand brushing the cooled residue. "Elemental magic," he muttered. "Rare. Powerful. And bloody hard to control."

"And those?" Proudfoot pointed to a Death Eater whose body was riddled with blackened veins, the telltale sign of a curse turned against its caster.

Moody's scowl deepened. "Whoever was here wasn't just strong—they were precise. This wasn't panic. This was execution."

"Over here!" called an Auror from further down the alley.

Moody straightened, his wooden leg thumping against the cobblestones as he strode toward the source of the call. Two figures came into view: Dorea Potter, her wand still clutched tightly in her hand, and her husband, Charlus, leaning heavily against a wall.

"Potters," Moody barked, his magical eye locking onto them. "You're alive. That's something, at least. What happened here?"

Dorea looked up, her face pale but composed. "We were ambushed," she said, her voice steady. "Twenty Death Eaters, a dozen Dementors. They had us surrounded before we knew what was happening."

Charlus winced, shifting slightly as he straightened. "We fought back, but the numbers were... overwhelming."

Moody's sharp gaze flicked to Charlus, taking in his pale complexion and the faint scar over his chest where a dark curse had struck. His magical eye whirred, scanning for any lingering traces of dark magic.

"You've been hit," Moody growled. "Why aren't you dead?"

"A... stranger intervened," Dorea said carefully, her expression guarded.

"Stranger?" Moody's attention snapped back to her. "Who? Describe him."

Dorea hesitated, her fingers tightening on her wand. "He was young," she said after a moment. "Dark hair, green eyes. He came out of nowhere, drove off the Dementors, and... dealt with the Death Eaters."

"Dealt with them?" Moody echoed, his voice sharp.

"He killed them," Charlus said bluntly, his voice low. "All of them. Efficiently. It wasn't a fight—it was an annihilation."

Moody's magical eye whirred as it scanned the Potters' expressions. Dorea's gaze was steady, but there was something she wasn't saying. Charlus, for his part, looked more exhausted than anything else.

"He left without a word," Dorea added. "Disappeared before we could ask who he was."

"Convenient," Moody muttered, his tone skeptical.

"He saved our lives," Dorea said firmly, her eyes flashing. "That's all you need to know."

Moody didn't respond immediately. His magical eye shifted to the devastation around them. Lightning-charred stones, transfigured terrain, the lingering hum of powerful magic in the air. Whoever this mysterious wizard was, he wasn't just skilled—he was leagues beyond even the best duelists Moody had ever seen.

"Right," he said finally, turning to his team. "Sweep the area. I want every inch of this place combed for magical traces. Someone send word to the Ministry—this needs to be logged."

The Aurors scattered, their wands raised as they began their investigation.

Moody turned back to the Potters. "If this stranger shows up again, you contact me immediately. Understood?"

Dorea held his gaze, her expression unreadable. "Understood."

Moody studied her for another moment before turning away. As he moved further into the wreckage, his mind churned with questions. Who was this young wizard who could wield such power, and why had he intervened so decisively?

Whatever the answer, Moody knew one thing for certain: whoever this mysterious savior was, he wasn't just dangerous to Death Eaters. He was dangerous, full stop.