Lester, my dear friend, I have to trouble you once again. I promise I'll repay you when I have time.

Once a bustling hub of magic and commerce, Diagon Alley was now engulfed in flames.

A powerful Fiendfyre curse had erupted with terrifying speed, consuming everything in its path. Towering infernos raged through every corner of the alley, transforming it into a hellscape.

A monstrous entity, born from the cursed flames, rampaged without restraint, reducing buildings to fuel for its destruction.

Thick black smoke, rising hundreds of meters high, choked the sky, turning the blue heavens into an ominous gray.

Yet, amidst this infernal chaos, Lester remained calm. He swiftly drew his wand and expertly cast the Dark Mark into the sky.

By the next day, news of Voldemort’s latest terror attack—his use of Fiendfyre to obliterate Diagon Alley—had spread like wildfire throughout the wizarding world.

Wizards from various countries convened, agreeing to form an allied force to invade Britain and eliminate the Dark Lord once and for all.

Meanwhile, in a secluded corner, Voldemort himself sat in utter confusion.

Why was he being blamed for this again?

Some parts of the Harry Potter world in this FanFiction might not match the original as It was altered by the author in a different way and style.


There have been several changes made to the world so that the story could progress more smoothly.


Chapter 1 - READ FIRST