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The roar of the sky announced his arrival.
Einar soared through the firmament like a divine spear, leaving behind a trail of sonic booms with each burst of his Voice.
"WULD NAH KEST!" he roared again and again, making the air itself tremble.
The sky seemed to split apart as his body, wrapped in draconic power, tore through the wind. His wings of energy vibrated with a golden light, and each thrust sent shockwaves rippling through entire clouds.
At intervals, he raised his hand and cast the spell of Clairvoyance, guiding his path through the ethereal chaos. The sphere of vision floated before him, cracking under the sheer amount of magic Einar was channeling at once.
Within it, he saw Voldemort... He had returned.
Around him, Death Eaters appeared one by one, kneeling, trembling, as if terror itself had taken form. Voldemort smiled cruelly as he slowly approached Harry, raising a trembling hand, full of longing, to touch his forehead.
"Just a little more..." Einar growled through clenched teeth, increasing his speed further. He could feel the transformation beginning to falter. He hadn't fully mastered this power yet. Not because he lacked strength"but because it was too much. Even with dragon souls roaring within him and a body forged for battle, controlling such power was a colossal challenge.
"WULD... NAH... KEST!!"
His final shout tore the sky apart. And then he saw it.
The graveyard.
Without wasting a second, he folded his wings and dove like a comet of light.
....
On the ground, Harry was still trapped within the cold arms of a marble statue"an angel carved with a scythe. In front of him, the Dark Mark had just been summoned using Wormtail's blood. The rat-like man lay shaking, his bleeding stump transformed by dark magic.
"You have served me well, Wormtail..." Voldemort whispered, crafting a new silver hand for his servant. The man burst into tears of gratitude.
"Thank you, my lord! Thank you!"
Voldemort did not answer. Instead, he stepped toward the small chained dragon a few meters away. Viir could barely move. Exhausted, the young dragon teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, having drained his magical reserves.
"Oh... what a curious creature," Voldemort murmured, nudging it with the tip of his foot.
"Don't touch him!" Harry shouted furiously.
"Harry? My, I'd almost forgotten about you," the Dark Lord laughed, turning mockingly as he walked over the bones of his own father.
"The boy who lived... What a pitiful joke your legend is. Do you want to know the truth about that night? Do you want to know how I truly lost my power?"
He stopped before his followers.
"It was love," he said with disdain. "Your mother… her sacrifice invoked ancient magic. It rejected me. Destroyed me. I couldn't touch you. But that no longer matters. Not… not today."
His voice dropped, trembling with pleasure.
"Because now… I can."
He extended a finger and pressed it against Harry's forehead. His eyes lit up with sick ecstasy, as if the war was already won.
"It's amazing what a bit of"" Voldemort never finished the sentence.
A deafening roar tore through the skies. Everyone looked up.
But it was too late.
A figure plummeted from the heavens like a meteor of judgment, crashing into the earth with the force of a star. The impact kicked up a storm of dust and earth, blinding all around. One knee struck the ground, cushioning the fall.
(N/A: The hero pose had arrived.)
From the smoke, a golden flash surged forward, slicing through the air with a sharp whistle. Voldemort turned instinctively… and then he saw it.
A golden claw, covered in gleaming scales, barreled toward his chest. Time froze.
His eyes widened in terror just as the claw was about to pierce him. But at the last second, it transformed into a simple human hand. Einar gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, restraining the power.
"Tsk... time's up," he muttered, watching as his draconic transformation faded, the golden armor slowly dissolving.
Voldemort was flung through the air like a ragdoll, smashing through trees as he flew.
The dust settled. All eyes turned to the lone figure now standing in the middle of the battlefield, clad in ancient armor.
"Who are you?!" a Death Eater screamed in terror.
The only response was a red spell bursting beside them. Suddenly, they began attacking one another, overcome by magical fury that made them see enemies everywhere.
Einar had raised a hand, channeling the Rage spell. With the other, he split the marble scythe binding Harry in two.
"Professor!" Harry exclaimed, caught between joy and fear.
But then he saw something that made him pale: Cedric had stood up behind Einar, raising his wand.
"Watch out!" Harry shouted.
Einar didn't even turn. He picked up a chunk of marble from the ground and hurled it backward without looking. It struck Cedric right in the chin"knocking him unconscious.
"There were gentler ways to do that, but there's no time," he muttered, turning to Harry.
"Protect him… and protect your friend," he added, as his armor began to change.
An armor Dumbledore knew all too well emerged from his body like an echo from the past. The Daedric Armor, one of the strongest in Einar's arsenal.
In his hands appeared a greatsword wrapped in runes, and a runic shield which he hurled forward like a disc. At that moment, a killing curse soared through the air"aimed straight at Harry.
The shield spun midair… and blocked it.
From the nearby forest, Voldemort emerged once more. His robes tattered, his face twisted with rage.
"You… You're the professor who almost ruined everything," Voldemort spat coldly, his gaze like blades stabbing into Einar's eyes.
But Einar didn't talk to corpses.
"WULD NAH KEST!"
His voice boomed like an ancient roar.
In a blink, Einar appeared before the Dark Lord, his colossal greatsword raised like an executioner's axe. The blade came down with the fury of a storm, clashing against a magical shield Voldemort raised at the last second. The steel didn't pierce it completely"but it cracked it wide open.
Einar didn't hesitate. He dropped his sword instantly, and as if his hands were iron hooks, he drove them straight into the heart of the magical shield, tearing it open with brutal force. Voldemort's face twisted in surprise. He had no time to react: a brutal kick to the chest sent him flying backward, as if the very god of war had struck him.
A Spartan kick.
The sword, still suspended in the air above, fell along with the shield's destruction. Einar caught it mid-air with a violent spin and brought it down in a descending slash just as Voldemort was being launched away.
But the Dark Lord reacted. He used Apparition at the last second, vanishing into thin air with a crack. Einar's sword struck the ground with such power that a fissure split the earth for several meters, cleaving a distant tree as if it were made of paper.
All of this happened in just a second.
To those watching from afar, it was a flash of power"a whirlwind of strength and magic so fast it was nearly incomprehensible.
CRASH! Voldemort reappeared several meters back, crashing violently into a tree. He had escaped... but not unscathed.
"Damn half-blood!" he growled furiously, rising with a face twisted in hatred.
He raised his wand and conjured a tongue of infernal fire, while a giant snake emerged at his side, hissing with a thirst for death.
"FO KRAH DIIN!"
Einar's icy breath burst from his lips like the wind of an ancient mountain. The serpent froze instantly, transformed into a sculpture of ice. Voldemort didn't hesitate. A blast of energy shattered the frozen creature, sending a rain of icicle shards"sharp as daggers"hurtling toward Einar.
But Einar was ready.
He drew Auriel's Shield, a sacred artifact that stored energy with each block. When activated, it released a golden shockwave that disintegrated the shards in a burst of light.
Voldemort vanished again with a crack, reappearing behind Einar and casting a spell of pure darkness"a fragment of living night that writhed like a nightmare.
Einar spun sharply and unsheathed the Spell Breaker, the curse-eating shield. The dark magic disintegrated upon contact, like smoke caught by sunlight.
"WULD NAH KEST!" he roared again.
Einar appeared right in front of Voldemort, this time wielding a warhammer. The impact was brutal: Voldemort raised another shield, but was sent flying like a ragdoll.
"AAAAH!" he roared, enveloped in black mist that halted his ascent and made him float, as a shockwave rippled through the entire forest.
Einar finally spoke.
"Looks like you're finally getting serious," he said in a calm, deep voice, letting the hammer fall to the ground. Each strike echoed as if hammering the foundations of the world. On the fourth impact, the ground began to crack around him.
"I don't know where you come from, but interfering with my plans is asking for death," Voldemort growled, floating like a dark specter.
"You talk too much… typical. Miraak did the same. Seems arrogance is the food of all villains," Einar replied, with a smile full of contempt.
Voldemort appeared beside him once more, casting an Avada Kedavra like a bolt of green lightning. Einar dodged by spinning on his axis and, before the spell's echo had faded, used his Shout again:
"WULD NAH KEST!"
This time, Voldemort appeared instantly, dodging the attack with supernatural reflexes. Einar tried to trap him before the portal closed, like he had done with that assassin months ago. But Voldemort was faster"after all, he was more skilled in magic than that killer.
The portal closed just in time… severing Einar's right arm.
The limb fell at the Dark Lord's feet, who looked at it with mockery.
"Arrogant…" Voldemort murmured, pointing his wand at the arm.
A burst of flame shot toward it, but Einar raised his left hand. With a sharp gesture, the severed arm flew back toward his body. A second later, it reattached as if it had never been removed. A flash of healing magic ran across his skin, leaving no trace of injury.
"I have to admit… you're better than Dumbledore. But still not enough," Einar said calmly.
Though he didn't yet know that Dumbledore was far weaker… because his own wand had betrayed him.
He lifted his gaze, and the air around him grew heavy. His aura swelled. The ground trembled. The sky seemed to darken.
"It's time you understood… what it means to be serious.
TIID KLO UL."
Time slowed around him, but Einar moved freely. A final whisper:
"WULD NAH KEST."
And he vanished. Voldemort barely had time to widen his eyes. The warhammer struck his chest with a seismic crash, launching him backward with devastating force, smashing through trees in his path.
Einar didn't stop. He used Whirlwind Sprint once more, appearing above Voldemort from the sky, descending with his hammer as if judgment itself were falling upon him.
Voldemort barely managed to Apparate. The blow didn't land fully, but one of his arms twisted grotesquely from the partial impact. The hammer continued downward, smashing into the earth with a massive explosion. Entire trees were flung into the air. The ground was left scarred by a massive crater.
If that blow had landed directly… Voldemort would've been reduced to rubble.
Even Einar frowned, surprised that his enemy had managed to dodge.
Voldemort reappeared, gasping, with black blood pouring from his mangled arm"just a short distance from Harry.
And Einar…
Einar emerged from the forest through smoke and embers, walking among the fallen trees like a force of nature. Silent. Invincible.
"Damn you..." Voldemort murmured, finally realizing he was no match for Einar.
The Nord was about to launch another attack when his serious gaze quickly shifted to Harry. There, a rat transformed into a hunched man: Peter Pettigrew.
Wasting no time, he raised a small wand, aiming directly at the young wizard's neck.
"Stop, or I'll kill him!" Pettigrew shouted with a sickening mix of fear and false confidence.
Einar halted his advance with barely a step, frowning as he watched him.
"Now, master…" Peter stammered, never taking his eyes off his Lord.
Voldemort clenched his teeth in disgust. The act repulsed him, but it was useful. Without a word, he raised his wand, darkness condensing around him.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A green flash shot through the air like a venomous lightning bolt.
"NOOO!" Harry screamed as the spell struck Einar squarely in the chest.
But Einar didn't fall.
Only a single drop of blood trickled from his nose.
Then, his eyes turned golden. Not like gold, but like the liquid fire of a god. And in that instant, a primal, ancient fear froze the world. Even death seemed to hesitate.
Einar… had been lying. He had never fought seriously. For him, this had been nothing more than another dance. In Skyrim, he used to wander wild lands in search of challenges. But he became so strong"so monstrously powerful"that even dragons couldn't resist him anymore. He heard rumors of champions in other lands… the Nerevarine, the Hero of Kvatch… but to face them would have meant unleashing wars.
And now, when he finally found a worthy fight… they resorted to a hostage.
The fun was over.
Voldemort's eyes widened in horror. His Killing Curse… had only made that creature bleed?
Meanwhile, Pettigrew trembled. He tried to step back… but felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He looked down and saw the dagger"the same one all students had learned to summon. Harry had stabbed him.
The young Gryffindor didn't stop: he struck Peter's arm, making him drop the wand, and finished with a knee to the gut. Peter collapsed, unconscious.
But Einar's fury… didn't fade.
An ancient weapon appeared in his hand, a hammer as black as the night, crowned with multiple spikes that vibrated with dark, primal energy. Volendrung"the Daedric artifact that could crush mountains with a single blow.
Without a word, Einar charged at Voldemort.
And for the first time… Voldemort felt fear.
Real fear.
Human fear.
In desperation, he used his magic to disappear. Time seemed to slow down. As he faded, he saw the massive hammer descending like the judgment of a Nordic god. Just as it was about to crush him, an external force"an invisible hand from the other side of the portal"pushed him, accelerating his escape.
Einar's strike missed… but the shockwave was devastating.
The ground rose like a wave. Trees were torn from the roots. The earth trembled.
Before him, only a plain remained.
"Tsk… Coward," Einar spat.
He looked around, expecting to find Death Eaters… but there were none. Strangely, he could still feel their presence, as if they hadn't moved.
He raised his hand and launched a wave of fire toward where they should've been.
Nothing.
He turned toward Harry. The young man held Viir in his arms, asleep. Cedric lay at his feet. Peter, unconscious.
Einar approached with a freshly summoned sword in hand, ready to finish what Peter had started. But Harry's voice stopped him.
"Wait, professor! Please, don't kill him! If we turn him in… maybe Sirius can be freed."
Einar looked at him. His golden eyes still shone, and for an instant, Harry felt a chill run down his spine. But then, Einar's eyes returned to their natural green.
"Sigh… Do what you want. It's my fault you were taken hostage. Normally… I don't have to worry about protecting anyone when I fight. Sorry about that."
"I-It's okay… Professor, you saved me. If you hadn't come…"
"Enough. It's time to return to Hogwarts."
He raised his hand, cutting him off. Harry nodded, picking up Cedric, Viir, and reluctantly, Peter as well.
Einar extended his hand, and the Tournament Cup floated toward him with a faint hum. As he caught it, he thought, "I really need to learn that apparition spell…"
He placed a hand on Harry's shoulder.
In a flash of magic, the four of them vanished from the place, transported back to Hogwarts…
Where many awaited them.
Where the crystal spheres had shown nearly the entire battle.
And now they knew… that among them walked a Nordic god.
Well… half Nordic.