"A Change – Part 2"
"It's a pleasure to meet you, knights of… Pendragon, was it?" said the blond man who stopped before them.
His long, perfectly kept hair gleamed under the light, and his attire radiated classical elegance. In one hand, he held a silver cane topped with a serpent's head.
Behind him, several wizards and witches stood firm, like a personal escort.
"Are you Lucius Malfoy?" Adrien asked calmly. "We have orders from the English government to take you with us. If necessary, we'll use force."
Lucius smiled faintly, maintaining perfect composure.
"There must be some mistake. We do not answer to the Muggle government. We have our own laws and our own government. Interfering without notice could… create diplomatic complications," he said in a soft voice laced with arrogance.
Adrien observed him in silence for a moment, then spoke with a cold tone.
"And we often turn a blind eye to those who disrespect our sovereignty by forming their own governments within ours—so long as they don't interfere with us. But it seems that's too much to ask."
Lucius frowned but didn't respond.
"Come with us. It'll only be a few questions," Adrien continued, taking a step forward. "Otherwise, we'll have to—"
He never finished the sentence.
A bright green spell shot down from the sky, aimed directly at him.
Mark reacted instantly. He raised his staff with both hands, tore a cobblestone from the ground with a surge of magic, and hurled it into the spell's path.
The curse struck the stone, shattering it into a thousand fragments.
"A killing curse!" Mark shouted, his face tense.
The knights moved at once, forming a defensive perimeter.
They all knew what that meant.
Avada Kedavra.
The one curse even their armor couldn't stop.
The same spell that had decimated the ancient knights, leaving only three survivors—the three elders who still led the Order today.
As if that single curse had been the signal, a storm of spells erupted around them.
Dozens of streaks of light cut through the air, forcing the knights to dive aside with trained reflexes, dodging each blast.
Within seconds, more than a dozen wizards and witches on broomsticks appeared above them, followed by many more emerging from the nearby gardens and rooftops.
They all wore dark robes and silver masks—the kind from the most feared stories. Even Sally, who had never seen one in person, instantly knew what that image meant.
"Oh, how unfortunate… it seems the Death Eaters have decided to show up," Lucius said with a sarcastic smile. "I suppose I should hide inside my house. Do be careful."
He turned casually, showing no sign of concern, and began walking toward his mansion, followed by several of his supposed guards. Before entering, he glanced back one last time—his mocking smile aimed directly at Sally.
But that smile didn't last.
Suddenly, a surge of energy tore through the air, and a figure appeared beside Sally with the sharp crack of Apparition.
Lucius froze. Even he, who knew every enchantment on his property, understood how impossible that was—the anti-Apparition barrier was still active.
His face went completely pale.
The wizards preparing to cast another Killing Curse stopped instantly, paralyzed by a terror they couldn't explain.
Adrien, Gema, and Dorien—the three closest to Sally—turned slowly, feeling the air grow thick and oppressive.
A tremendous magical presence filled the space, its sheer intensity making even the fearless knights tremble.
Cold sweat ran down their backs.
Sally looked at the newcomer in surprise.
There was no doubt—it was Morgana.
Yet something about her was off. Her eyes were unfocused, her aura dark, and her voice… slurred, as if intoxicated or poisoned.
"Oh, Sally… I found you," she murmured with a tilted smile. "I think the venom from that thing—what was it called? The one with all the heads—anyway, it got to me a bit. And I broke the television."
She completely ignored the dozens of wizards and knights around her.
"But don't worry, I'll tell the grumpy goblin to bring you the best television in the world. Even if he has to steal it from the Muggles. You'd better go home to the little troublemakers, because… hehe, I'm not in the best condition right now."
As she spoke, the magic around her grew denser, almost tangible in the air. Morgana glanced around with disdain.
"What's this? A party? Those outfits are awful."
She drew her wand—a completely black piece with a dark gem at its tip—raised it, and whispered something nearly inaudible.
The gem flared with a sinister light.
A moment later, every mask exploded.
Metal shards embedded themselves in the Death Eaters' faces, and their screams filled the courtyard.
"Oops… guess I used too much power," Morgana said lightly, tilting her head as she watched the chaos unfold.
Lucius Malfoy, frozen before his mansion, was visibly trembling.
His cane slipped from his hand.
Morgana looked at him, tilting her head.
"Eh… I know you," she said with a tired smile, before turning into black mist and gliding toward him, passing through the enchanted gates as if they didn't exist.
Lucius staggered backward, but it was already too late.
"Ah, you're the fool who had that idiot's sword," she whispered coldly. "Are you bothering my little sister?"
Morgana's eyes turned completely black, as if the abyss itself stared through her.
Lucius tried to speak, but could only shake his head, pale and trembling.
The other wizards fell to their knees, gasping under the crushing pressure that filled the air.
Morgana raised her hands, slowly bringing them to each side of Lucius's head.
The man's eyes widened in terror; it felt as though an invisible serpent was watching him from within his mind.
Yet just before she could touch him, Morgana stopped.
"Tsk… right. I forgot I can't hurt anyone," she muttered in irritation, lowering her hands—remembering something serious. It was the only thing that spared Lucius's life.
She looked around: the Death Eaters were sprawled across the ground, bleeding and groaning.
"Damn it… looks like my workload just increased again. And here I thought that once the seal was broken, I'd be free… I never should've signed anything."
She sighed in annoyance and turned back into mist, reappearing beside Sally.
"I'm going to get scolded for a while. I'll bring you some souvenirs," she said with a calm smile.
Before leaving, she stopped. Her gaze met Gema's—who stared at her with a mixture of shock, fear, and fascination. Morgana winked.
And then she vanished.
In that very instant, every wizard collapsed to the ground as if an invisible weight had been lifted from them.
Even Mark fell to his knees, dazed. The knights, though shaken, resisted better; their lack of magical affinity had shielded them from total collapse.
Adrien was breathing heavily, staring at Sally with a mix of confusion and awe.
Around them, the wizards trembled, dropping their wands. Some could barely stand.
Mark was the most affected—his heightened magical sensitivity had left him gasping for air on the floor.
Sally, on the other hand, remained calm, though clearly shaken.
Adrien decided not to ask questions… not yet.
He straightened his posture and spoke in a firm voice.
"Capture them. If they resist… kill them."
The knights nodded silently.
Chaos erupted once more.
The surviving wizards tried to flee—some stumbling, others casting desperate spells that barely had half their usual strength.
The knights struck with ruthless precision.
Adrien approached Sally, his expression serious.
He had recognized the woman who had appeared—the same one he'd seen in Sally's home.
"I won't ask who she is, because I probably already know," he said gravely. "But if she's living with you, I need a clear answer. This concerns everyone's safety."
He paused briefly before continuing.
"That woman… is she dangerous?"
His tone was firm but not hostile. He had heard her words—that she couldn't harm anyone—and that only deepened his confusion. Too many possibilities ran through his mind. If she truly was who he thought she was, she had been freed long ago. And the power she had just displayed could have killed every single person present—yet she hadn't.
Sally took a deep breath, keeping her eyes locked on his.
"No, she's not dangerous," she said with complete certainty. "And I'm sure she's really helping—protecting this country… even if I don't know exactly from what."
Her words were steady, and her gaze unwavering. Adrien noticed.
He knew Sally well enough to recognize honesty when he saw it.
She was a mother who put her children's safety above everything else. If that woman were a threat, Sally would never allow her near them.
Adrien watched her for a few more seconds, analyzing every gesture, before finally nodding in silence.
He chose to believe her, though he knew he would have to seek clearer answers later.
What followed was a brief but brutal massacre.
More than a hundred Death Eaters and followers of the Dark Lord were slain before Malfoy Manor.
Lucius was captured, and not even the Ministry of Magic could intervene—the evidence found in his own home spoke for itself.
In the days that followed, rumors spread throughout the wizarding world.
They said a dark woman, a shadow with eyes like the void itself, had descended upon Wiltshire and annihilated the Death Eaters in an instant.
No one knew her name.
No one wanted to.
But the Pendragon Knights did.
They knew exactly who had appeared that day.
And though none dared to speak her name aloud, they all agreed on one thing:
From that night onward, the wizarding world would never be the same.