1699, British Empire.
Ezekiel Gryffindor, kneeled on one leg at the battlefield, his stomach wound worsening. He coughed up some blood as he heard someone approaching. He raised his head. First he saw the gruesome view of the battlefield. Wizards and witches, their corpses piled on the land. Some floated in the sky. Ezekiel looked up to face the sole man behind this mayhem.
"Alfrado Novacross. You...you monster." Ezekiel muttered as Alfrado just smiled. Alfrado raised his leg and kicked Ezekiel on the face. Ezekiel was send flying at least 5 feet away. "Tsk, tsk." Elfrado said. "All of this could have been avoided if you all could just make me the King of Britain." "Never." Muttered Ezekiel as he stood up, wiping the blood of his face. Alfrado just raised his hand up, his hand channeling a dark and ominous energy around it. "Well, you could have been a good subordinate." Just Alfrado was about to bring his hand down, killing Ezekiel, a sword pierced right from his back through his chest. Alfrado let out a a scream as he felt his insides burn to an uncertain degree. He had never felt that. Confused and irritated, he looked behind, to come eye to eye with an young boy. Somewhat about 16 or so. The only noticable think about the boy rather than piercing his sword through the Dark lord himself was that he had a dark red hair. Almost crimson. As if it was burning.
"Weasely!!!" Alfrado shouted at the top of his lungs as he punched back at the boy. The force was enough to send the boy flying away for 7 feet.
Alfrado whole body was burning. He looked at the blade lodged in his chest. It was red and glowing. Alfrado had felt anything like this. No. After all he was a prodigy. He knew every magic dissemination. Yet, this very feeling overhelmed him. So much, he didnt notice Ezekiel slicing off his head.
Alfrado didn't felt pain. No he felt shock, as he head rolled to the ground. He could see his body falling down to the ground. Our of the corner of the eyes, he saw the boy. The red headed boy. Their eyes meeting. Alfrado saw in those eyes, nothing but hatred. Gerald Weasely. The only survivor of the Weasley masscare that he caused a decade ago. Alfrado, with his unconsciousness fading, used every bit of energy he could muster and cursed the young Weasley boy. That the magic he used to defeat, he would never be able to use. Nor would his generation. And every generation to be weaker than the generation before. Yes, until there is no Goddamn Weasley blood remaining.
With, Alfrado was enveloped by darkness forever.