Chapter 4
(A/N 1: This is it—the final chapter, spanning 8,300 words! I poured my heart and soul into crafting every moment, and I truly hope you enjoy how the story concludes. Thank you so much for your incredible support throughout this journey—it means the world to me. Happy reading! 💕)
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After leaving the train station behind, Avaluna and Salazar called for the Knight Bus, swiftly making their way to the Leaky Cauldron. The streets of Diagon Alley bustled with witches and wizards, yet Avaluna felt a strange sense of detachment as they moved through the crowd. The weight of her decision lingered, but she did not waver.
Upon arriving at Gringotts, Salazar bowed respectfully to the goblin guards, and Avaluna followed suit, mimicking his precise movements. The guards exchanged surprised glances but said nothing as they made their way toward the main teller.
Salazar, ever composed, addressed the goblin with perfect etiquette. "Lady Avaluna Potter wishes to undergo an inheritance test, including a blood test."
The goblin's sharp eyes flickered toward Avaluna. "Do you acknowledge this request?"
Steeling herself, Avaluna stepped forward. "Yes, I do."
The goblin nodded in approval before summoning Griphook with a few words in the goblin tongue. Moments later, Griphook arrived and gestured for them to follow. The teller watched them leave, barely concealing his shock.
They arrived at a grand golden door engraved with the name "Ragnar Ironclaw." Griphook entered first, informing the occupant of their request before beckoning them inside. The goblin behind the desk, regal in his manner, examined them carefully. His gaze lingered on Salazar before shifting to Avaluna.
"Here are the necessary documents and the ritual knife. The inheritance test will determine your titles, properties, and magical abilities. The blood test will reveal any injuries, compulsions, charms, or potions affecting you." He pushed two parchment scrolls forward. "Drop seven drops of blood onto each parchment."
Avaluna glanced at Salazar, then took the knife, making a shallow cut. As her blood dripped onto the documents, the dagger absorbed the remaining droplets, vanishing without a trace. Salazar healed her wound instantly, his touch lingering briefly in silent reassurance.
They waited, tension thick in the air. When the parchment stopped glowing, the goblin retrieved them, reading the results aloud.
Inheritance Test Report:
Full Name: Avaluna James Potter
Family Lineage: House Potter, House Peverell, House Black
Titles: Lady Potter, Lady Peverell, Lady Black, Heir of Slytherin (by conquest)
Vaults: [Vault numbers listed, including amounts of gold, sickles, and knuts, along with artifacts and heirlooms]
Properties: [List of estates owned by her family]
Avaluna's breath hitched as she processed the weight of her legacy. Before she could dwell on it, the goblin continued.
Blood Test Report:
Evidence of long-term abuse (ages 3-15): Starvation, malnutrition, growth stunting
Residual traces of basilisk venom, healed by phoenix tears
Dementor exposure damage
Ritual imprints and magical markings
Presence of a foreign soul fragment (Horcrux detected)
Silence filled the chamber. Avaluna clenched her fists. She had always known her childhood had been cruel, but seeing it laid out so clinically made her chest tighten. Salazar's expression darkened, his rage carefully restrained.
Then came the revelation of the Deathly Hallows. Salazar revealed that he had taken the Elder Wand from Dumbledore's corpse, securing its true ownership. But the more pressing concern remained—the Horcrux within Avaluna.
"We must remove it," Salazar stated. "There are ways... but it will not be easy."
Avaluna exhaled slowly. "I'll do it. I want this thing gone."
Salazar studied her. "Are you certain? The method we use matters."
She nodded. "I trust you. And I choose the soul-bond ritual."
His gaze sharpened. "You understand what that entails?"
"Yes." She met his eyes, unwavering. "It's a gamble, but I'd rather bind myself to someone who understands me than risk my life to an uncertain fate."
Salazar stepped closer, his voice softer. "You do know that this ritual requires... intimacy?"
"I know," Avaluna whispered. "And I choose you."
A flicker of something unreadable passed across his face. "Then I will be yours, always."
With a silent agreement, they arranged for the ritual room. Avaluna was given a ceremonial white gown of thin, flowing material, while Salazar wore a similar set of robes. The ritual circle was drawn in silver runes, pulsing with ancient magic. Candles flickered around them, their flames bending toward the energy swirling in the chamber.
Their connection deepened as the ritual progressed, each touch infused with magic, every whispered vow sealing their bond. The Horcrux within Avaluna burned, resisting, but the ritual overwhelmed it, forcing it out as their souls intertwined. Love, devotion, and raw magic bound them together, their very essences merging in an unbreakable connection.
When the ritual ended, Avaluna felt different—whole, stronger. The darkness within her had been purged, and in its place, something new had taken root: a bond of magic and soul, tied irrevocably to Salazar.
As a final step, Avaluna accepted her Ladyship rings, but as they settled onto her fingers, they transformed into a single, intricate band—symbolizing her new bond. Salazar, too, accepted his titles, taking the Slytherin lordship and the husband's ring of Potter, Peverell, and Black.
Before leaving Gringotts, they received a magically linked, feather-light expandable pouch connected directly to their vaults for easy access to their wealth.
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(A/N 2: I finally wrote the fluff and smut that I know many of you have been eagerly waiting for! This part is packed with heartfelt and passionate moments, and I hope it meets your expectations. The total word count for this section is 2,228, so buckle up and enjoy the ride. Thank you for your incredible support and patience—it means the world to me! 💕)
After leaving Gringotts, Avaluna and Salazar strolled through Diagon Alley, their hands occasionally brushing against each other as they moved from shop to shop. Salazar, ever the attentive companion, ensured that Avaluna had everything she needed, from finely tailored robes to elegant accessories.
In Madam Malkin's, he personally selected luxurious fabrics for her, his fingers grazing over her wrist as he compared shades of emerald green and midnight blue against her skin. "These bring out your eyes," he murmured, his gaze lingering on hers for a moment longer than necessary. Avaluna felt warmth rush to her cheeks but didn't look away. She simply smiled and nodded, allowing him to indulge in his silent adoration.
Then they entered Twilfitt & Tatting's, where Salazar insisted on getting Avaluna an entirely new wardrobe, filled with the finest silks, enchanted dresses, and comfortable casual wear.
Avaluna playfully pouted as she held up an emerald-green dress against herself. "Salazar, I can choose my own clothes, you know."
Salazar smirked and stepped closer, his fingers grazing her waist as he leaned in to whisper, "You can, but I enjoy spoiling you. And besides—" he lifted a deep blue velvet gown and held it against her, "—I think this would look breathtaking on you."
She blushed at the intensity in his gaze but relented, allowing him to spoil her.
Salazar insisted on replacing Avaluna's entire wardrobe, selecting robes of the finest materials—soft silks, rich velvets, and intricate embroidery that brought out her elegance. He slipped a thick emerald-green cloak around her shoulders, fastening it with a silver serpent clasp. "This suits you," he murmured, his fingers lingering on the fabric before tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
Their next stop was Flourish and Blotts, where they spent hours browsing rare tomes and ancient magical texts. Salazar watched her in fascination as she flipped through a book on ancient runes, her face alight with curiosity. He stepped closer, his breath ghosting over her ear. "Would you like it?" he asked softly. She nodded, and he added it to their growing collection of purchases.
They moved from store to store, purchasing boots, gloves, jewelry, and enchanted accessories. Salazar picked up a delicate charm bracelet imbued with protective runes, sliding it onto Avaluna's wrist. "A lady should always be adorned with something that shields her from harm," he said, his voice low and warm. She blushed at the tenderness in his gaze. "It strengthens your natural wards and warns you of approaching threats."
Avaluna admired the piece, touched by his thoughtfulness. She leaned up on her toes, brushing a kiss against his jaw. "Thank you."
He smirked. "You can thank me properly later."
She rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the warmth spreading through her chest.
Once they had gathered all they needed, Salazar led Avaluna to an apparition spot. Holding her close, he whispered, "Hold on tight," before they disappeared into the twisting pull of apparition. A moment later, they arrived in France.
The air was crisp with the scent of freshly baked pastries and warm, spiced wine as they walked through the cobbled streets of a magical shopping district. Avaluna let out a delighted gasp as she took in the breathtaking view of the magical quarter, where enchantments shimmered in the air like fireflies. The shops here were grander, the designs more intricate, and the atmosphere more refined. Avaluna admired the delicate lace robes and shimmering gowns displayed in the windows, only for Salazar to guide her inside and insist on getting her the best. He selected an elegant dress of silver and blue, brushing his fingers over the fabric as he imagined how stunning she would look in it. "Try this one on for me," he requested with a smirk, leading her toward the fitting rooms. When she stepped out, the way his eyes darkened with appreciation sent shivers down her spine. "This is beautiful," she murmured, eyes wide with awe. Salazar chuckled, slipping an arm around her waist. "Only the best for my lady."
They bought potions, rare books, and a set of enchanted quills before finally stopping at a prestigious wand shop. The atmosphere inside was different from Ollivanders—warmer, filled with an air of reverence. A quiet goblin-like creature led them to a private room, where an elderly wandmaker examined them both with intrigue.
Salazar's new wand was crafted from obsidian-black wood with deep silver veins running through it, the core made from Basilisk heartstring. When he held it, power hummed in the air, a perfect extension of his magic.
Avaluna's wand was a mesmerizing piece of craftsmanship—made from silverwood with swirling runes engraved along its length, the core containing a single drop of phoenix tears. The moment she held it, a warm golden glow wrapped around her, and she felt an undeniable connection.
Salazar took her hand, pressing a kiss to her fingers. "Fate, it seems, always has plans for us," he murmured.
That evening, they dined in a private candlelit alcove of an enchanted restaurant, where fairy lights danced in the air. Salazar ordered her favorite dishes before she even had to ask, watching with amusement as she delighted in the flavors. "You're spoiling me," Avaluna said between bites, her eyes shining.
"Get used to it," he said, lifting a glass of enchanted wine to his lips, eyes locked onto her own. "Because I intend to do this for the rest of my days."
Avaluna's heart fluttered, warmth spreading through her chest at the depth of his words. Avaluna fed Salazar a piece of chocolate soufflé, giggling when he caught her wrist and pressed a kiss to her palm.
"You're entirely too charming for your own good," she teased.
"And you're entirely too irresistible for mine," he countered smoothly.
Salazar reached across the table, his thumb tracing slow circles over Avaluna's hand. "Tonight has been perfect," he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of something deeper, something unspoken. Avaluna smiled, her heart swelling as she gazed into his piercing green eyes. "It has," she agreed, feeling the first real stirrings of something dangerously close to love.
The evening ended with another Apparition—this time to Slytherin Manor
The massive estate stood tall and ancient, hidden beneath layers of powerful wards which pulsed around the property, making it untraceable and utterly impenetrable to outsiders. The wrought-iron gates bore the emblem of a coiled serpent, and beyond them lay gardens filled with rare, magical flowers that glowed faintly in the moonlight. As they stepped inside, the grandeur of the manor became even more evident—tall archways, rich green and silver tapestries, and chandeliers glowing with enchanted light.
"It's like stepping into another time," Avaluna breathed, running her fingers along the intricate carvings on a grand staircase.
Salazar smirked. "That's because it is. This is my personal manor, untouched by my so-called descendants. I never intended for them to inherit it."
She laughed at his words. "Paranoid, dark wizard traits?"
"Of course," he replied, leading her deeper inside. "Would you expect anything less?"
Avaluna found herself laughing along, the sound echoing through the halls.
After a brief tour, Avaluna hesitated before the grand staircase. "There's someone I need to see," she said softly.
At her call, Dobby popped into existence, his large green eyes widening in joy. "Great Avaluna Potter has summoned Dobby!" he exclaimed, his ears twitching excitedly.
Avaluna smiled. "How have you been, Dobby?"
"Dobby is happy, but Winky is not," he said, his voice tinged with sadness.
Salazar's brows furrowed. "Avaluna, you formed an incomplete bond with him when you freed him. A house-elf loses its magic when severed from its master, yet Dobby survived. You should complete the bond."
Avaluna's brow furrowed in concern. "What do I do to fix it?"
"Complete the bond. Ask him if he wishes to serve you."
Avaluna's lips parted in surprise, then she turned to Dobby. "Would you be happy with that?"
Dobby, upon hearing this, nearly burst into tears of happiness, eagerly accepting the bond.
Dobby's eyes shone with emotion. "Dobby would be honored to serve the Great Avaluna Potter!"
With a soft glow of magic, the bond was completed, and Dobby beamed with joy. He then hesitantly spoke of Winky, prompting Avaluna to glance at Salazar. "Would you bond with her?"
Salazar considered it for a moment before nodding. "Call her."
Dobby vanished and reappeared moments later with Winky, who looked up nervously. "Winky does not deserve a master," she whimpered.
Salazar knelt before her, his voice gentle but firm. "Would you serve me, Winky?"
Winky's eyes welled up with tears. "Winky would be honored, Master Salazar!" she sniffled, bowing deeply as the bond formed.
With their elves now bound, Avaluna raised an eyebrow. "How will they manage the entire manor alone?"
Salazar smirked. "Hogwarts house-elves are bound to the castle, but as I am a founder, I can request assistance."
She playfully nudged him. "You're taking advantage of your title."
He grinned. "Absolutely."
He laughed, calling for Tipsy, the head house-elf of Hogwarts. She agreed to send assistance, and within an hour, the manor was clean, its halls gleaming with renewed magic. Avaluna explored the grand estate, taking in the vast library, the ritual chamber pulsed with ancient energy, and Avaluna shivered in delight as Salazar whispered against her ear, "We'll put this to good use soon",
And finally, the Lord's Wing. The rooms here were lavish yet timeless, with emerald and silver accents adorning the grand chambers.
Salazar led her into their shared quarters—a suite spanning an entire floor, complete with a study, a massive walk-in closet, and an opulent bathroom with an enchanted bathing pool. The bedroom was equally breathtaking, with a four-poster bed draped in black silk, a roaring fireplace, and a balcony overlooking the enchanted gardens.
Salazar closed the door behind them, stepping closer. "This is our room."
Her heart pounded as he took her hand, pulling her gently into his arms. They stood together in silence, foreheads touching, their breath mingling.
Salazar reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Avaluna's ear. "You've changed everything," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
She gazed up at him, her heart pounding. "So have you."
He traced her cheek with his fingertips before tilting her chin up, his lips brushing against hers in a slow, lingering kiss that sent warmth through her entire being. Avaluna melted into him, her arms winding around his neck as they deepened their embrace.
When they finally pulled away, she rested her head against his chest. "Thank you for everything."
"Always," he murmured, holding her close.
They stood there for a long moment, savoring the peace before heading downstairs for a warm, comforting dinner prepared by their elves. Tipsy gave them a brief report on the manor's restoration before dinner was served. The meal was intimate, laughter and quiet glances exchanged between them, deepening their connection.
Later that night, back in their chambers, passion ignited between them in a way neither had expected—an unspoken promise of devotion, a bond that transcended magic itself.
Salazar's fingers traced Avaluna's bare shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine as they stood in the dimly lit room. The soft glow of enchanted candles bathed them in warmth as he slowly undid the ties of her gown, letting the sheer fabric slide down her curves like a whisper.
"You take my breath away," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as his hands followed the path of the fabric.
Avaluna tilted her head up, meeting his gaze with unspoken trust and longing. "Then take all of me, Salazar."
His restraint snapped. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the massive bed and laying her down with reverence. His lips followed the curve of her neck, tasting, worshipping. His hands explored, mapping every inch of her skin with a touch that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.
She responded in kind, her fingers threading through his hair, nails dragging lightly over his shoulders as she pulled him closer. Their bodies intertwined, the heat between them building as their magic surged, crackling in the air like an unrestrained storm.
"Ours," Salazar growled against her throat, marking her with kisses, with devotion.
"Always," Avaluna gasped, arching into him, surrendering completely.
As their bodies moved together, the bond between them deepened, a sacred tether of magic and soul entwining them irreversibly. Pleasure melded into something transcendent, their spirits reaching for each other beyond the physical, beyond the mortal realm.
When they finally collapsed in each other's arms, the connection between them was undeniable—a love forged in passion, in understanding, in magic itself.
Salazar pressed a final kiss to her temple, holding her close as their breathing slowed. "You are mine, Avaluna. And I am yours."
As they drifted into sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, bound together forever in body, soul, and love. Avaluna's final thought lingered back to the stories of love at first sight and how people often dismissed them as foolish. But as she gazed at Salazar, she knew the truth: Love, when it comes, isn't measured by time—it simply is. And in that moment, she knew she would never regret it.
Some say you can't fall in love in a day, that those who do are fools. But here I am, knowing that those who fall in love in a day... are never fools.
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(A/N 3: Ok, ok—there are a few more sweet and emotional moments in this chapter! I couldn't resist adding a touch of fluff, but brace yourselves because after this, we're heading straight into the fight. Thank you for sticking with me, and I hope you enjoy the balance of tenderness and action in the story!)
After waking up the next morning, Avaluna stretched lazily, her body still warm from the lingering traces of last night's passion. She blinked, adjusting to the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the heavy drapes. Turning to the side, she expected to see Salazar beside her, but his absence made her frown slightly.
Pushing aside the luxurious silk covers, she rose from the bed and padded toward the bathroom. The large marble space was warm, enchanted to always be the perfect temperature. She stepped into the bath, letting the warm water envelop her as she reflected on everything that had happened. Her life had changed in a way she never could have imagined, but for once, she felt truly at peace.
After freshening up and slipping into an elegant emerald-green gown that accentuated her curves, she made her way downstairs. As she reached the dining room, her eyes immediately found Salazar. He sat at the head of the table, regal and effortlessly handsome, sipping his tea while reading the Daily Prophet. The morning light caught in his raven-black hair, giving him an almost ethereal glow.
Noticing her arrival, he looked up and motioned for her to join him. She smiled and gracefully sat next to him, helping herself to breakfast.
"Are you feeling well? Nothing sore or uncomfortable?" Salazar asked, his voice filled with warmth and an unspoken tenderness.
Avaluna blushed deeply, her cheeks tinting a lovely shade of pink. "I'm fine... happy, actually. I've never felt like this before." She ducked her head slightly, hiding her smile as she took a bite of her toast.
Salazar chuckled, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Good. I would hate to think I was anything less than thorough in showing my devotion to you."
Just as they were eating and enjoying their quiet morning, the flutter of wings drew their attention. Hedwig soared gracefully through an open window, carrying a bundle of letters in her beak. She landed on the table, hooting softly as Avaluna reached out to take the letters.
Curious, Avaluna examined them. One was written in Luna Lovegood's distinct loopy handwriting, the other in Neville Longbottom's careful script.
She opened Luna's letter first, already smiling as she imagined the whimsical thoughts her friend would have penned:
Dear Ava,
The stars whispered your name to me last night, singing of change and destiny. Did you feel it? A shift in the magic, like a tapestry being woven with golden threads? I think you must have, for you are walking the path meant for you, guided by the whispers of Mother Magic herself.
I do hope you are well and that you have found happiness in the arms of someone who understands the rhythm of your soul. And from what I can sense, you have.
Avaluna, you are exactly where you need to be, and I am so very proud of you. He is the one for you, of that, I am certain. Your parents must be smiling upon you, their love encircling you like the warmest embrace. And as for Sirius... well, I imagine he is laughing himself hoarse, marveling at just how far a Potter's luck can stretch.
May the Moon bless your journey, and may love always find you in its gentle tide.
With stardust and dreams,
Luna
A soft laugh bubbled from Avaluna's lips as she read the last line. "Luna is... Luna. But I think she knows things no one else does."
Salazar smirked slightly, intrigued. "She speaks in riddles, but there is wisdom beneath her words."
Avaluna nodded, then opened Neville's letter:
Dear Avaluna,
I hope this letter finds you well. More than anything, I hope you're happy. You deserve that—more than anyone I know.
I won't pretend I wasn't worried when you disappeared so suddenly, but I trust you. And I trust that you are making the choices that feel right for you.
No matter where you are, no matter what path you choose, I want you to know something: you are never alone. If you ever need me—whether by owl, Patronus, or floo call—I will always be there. You are my family, Avaluna. My sister in all the ways that matter.
Stay strong. Stay true to yourself. And never let anyone dim your light.
With all my support,
Neville
Avaluna felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. The love and support from her friends were overwhelming. She hadn't realized how much she needed to hear these words until now.
Salazar, noticing her emotional state, reached out and took her hand in his. His thumb traced gentle circles over her skin, grounding her, offering silent comfort and unwavering support.
"You are loved," he murmured, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. "By them. By me. Never forget that."
She squeezed his hand, her heart swelling with warmth. "I won't."
For a few moments, they simply sat there, hands entwined, basking in the quiet intimacy between them. No words were needed—just the certainty that they had each other.
They finished their breakfast in companionable silence, the peaceful morning wrapping around them like a protective cocoon. But just as Avaluna was about to ask what they would do for the day, Salazar set down his teacup with a quiet clink.
His emerald gaze darkened slightly, and his usual relaxed demeanor shifted.
"Come with me to the study," he said, his voice still smooth but carrying a weight that hadn't been there before.
Avaluna tilted her head slightly, sensing the change in his tone. It wasn't alarming, but it was different—more deliberate, more serious. She nodded, setting down her napkin and rising to follow him. Whatever it was, she knew it was important.
And she was ready.
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As they reached the study, Salazar sat down, his expression somber and serious. Avaluna followed softly and gently, taking a seat across from him. Once she settled, he let out a measured breath before speaking.
"We need to finish what has already begun, Avaluna. Otherwise, we will never truly be at peace." His voice was steady but carried the weight of importance.
Hearing his words, Avaluna sat straighter, her expression serious. She nodded, waiting for him to continue.
"We already know about Horcruxes," Salazar said, and Avaluna nodded in agreement. "But I had a suspicion that he made more than one. In your case, there were two."
She inhaled sharply. "The diary," she murmured.
"Yes," Salazar confirmed, "but also you. Although you were an accidental Horcrux, you were still a vessel for a piece of his soul. I had a feeling he would have created another one that night, after killing your parents. His soul was already fragmented, and that act would have split it again. However, since you survived, that fragment was left unanchored, creating an unstable situation."
Avaluna swallowed thickly, realization dawning upon her. Salazar continued.
"Dumbledore suspected this as well. As much as I detest admitting it, he was a wise wizard. Not necessarily good, but wise. He had a vast collection of memories related to Riddle, and I had Tipsy retrieve them yesterday."
He gestured toward a cabinet filled with delicate vials of silvery liquid. Avaluna's breath caught in her throat. There were dozens of them.
Salazar motioned for her to join him. "We will watch them. All of them. From beginning to end."
Together, they stepped into the Pensieve and relived the memories—from Riddle's orphanage days, to Hogwarts, to his obsessive collection of artifacts, and finally, his descent into full-fledged darkness. The process took hours, the day shifting into night. They ate their meals in the study, too engrossed to leave.
When the last memory faded, Avaluna sat back, eyes filled with a mixture of understanding and horror.
"I get it now," she murmured. "Riddle—he was never meant to be normal. He never had a chance. But Dumbledore—" She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "He never truly tried to help him. He observed, he recorded, but he let a child remain in misery rather than intervene."
Salazar nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Dumbledore always played the long game, manipulating from the shadows. His collection of memories is disturbing, but it reveals the truth."
He then shifted gears. "Dumbledore planned to go to Little Hangleton to search for the Gaunt's ring. We can go there ourselves to see if it's still there."
Avaluna nodded. "The Slytherin locket—I saw it somewhere before," she said, frowning in thought.
Salazar studied her. "Perhaps in my journal?"
She shook her head. "No, it was somewhere I lived, visited..." She closed her eyes, concentrating. Suddenly, her eyes flew open. "I remember now!" she gasped, making Salazar raise a brow.
"Let's focus," he said firmly. "Where did you see it?"
"Grimmauld Place," she declared. "Sirius' childhood home. We lived there during the summer."
Salazar hummed in thought. "Interesting." Before he could asked to called for an elf, Avaluna interrupted, "He wouldn't obey me."
Salazar smirked. "You are Lady Black. He will listen to you."
Nodding, Avaluna called, "Kreacher."
With a loud crack, Kreacher appeared, sneering slightly before stopping abruptly. "Why did the half-blood—" He paused, eyes widening. "Why did Mistress Black call Kreacher?"
Avaluna met his gaze. "Have you seen a Slytherin locket? Silver chain, large locket, green and gold, with an S engraved on it?"
Kreacher stiffened, his wrinkled face contorting in pain. He began muttering under his breath, rocking back and forth.
"Master Regulus... brave master... Kreacher tried, he did, but it was too strong, too powerful..."
Salazar and Avaluna exchanged glances before she spoke gently. "Kreacher, what happened to Regulus?"
Tears welled in Kreacher's eyes as he began to explain in his cracked, mournful voice.
"Master Regulus found out about the Dark Lord's secret. He asked Kreacher to took him to a cave, and drink the terrible potion, ordered Kreacher to take the locket and leave him behind... Kreacher obeyed. Master Regulus never came back. Kreacher tried to destroy the locket, but it would not break!"
Salazar's gaze softened ever so slightly. "We will help you destroy it, Kreacher. Where is it?"
Kreacher looked up in shock. "You would help Kreacher fulfill his master's wish?"
Avaluna nodded. Without hesitation, Kreacher disappeared and reappeared, clutching the locket tightly in his gnarled fingers. "Kreacher took it when that flighty thief tried to steal it," he said, glaring at the memory of Mundungus Fletcher.
Avaluna accepted it gently, feeling the dark magic pulsing from within. "Salazar," she murmured, passing it to him as Kreacher departed after given reassurance.
Salazar studied it carefully before sighing. "I do not wish to destroy my ancestor's heirloom, but I believe there is another way."
They began researching. Finally, Avaluna found a thin, ancient book titled Fractured Souls: A Study of Fragmented Existence.
Inside, they discovered a handwritten note: Goblins' magic is different. If used correctly, it can destroy the soul while preserving the container. Not proven, but a theory.
Salazar's expression turned grave, unreadable. "We need to look into this."
Avaluna exhaled deeply. "Let's rest for now. We can plan tomorrow."
She grabbed his hand and led him out of the study, up to their room. After freshening up, they slipped into bed, finding comfort in each other's presence, ready to face whatever came next.
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The next morning, Avaluna and Salazar Apparated to Gringotts, their presence alone drawing the wary gaze of several goblins. They were led to a private chamber where an elderly goblin, Grashnok, with Grimblad awaited them. His piercing black eyes examined them critically as he steepled his clawed fingers.
"You wish to remove a Horcrux without damaging its vessel?" Grashnok asked, his voice carrying a raspy, calculating edge.
Salazar nodded. "Yes, without destroying the artifact itself. Goblin magic is uniquely suited for working with enchanted objects. We are willing to negotiate your price."
Grashnok smirked. "A rare request, and one that will require both delicate skill and a cost worthy of its difficulty. Removing a Horcrux without shattering its container is... unprecedented. But not impossible. Our methods will require a rare gemstone, imbued with ancient goblin spells to draw out the corruptive soul fragment. Such a gemstone is not easily acquired."
Avaluna tilted her head. "And where would one find such a stone?"
"The mines of Svartalfheim hold what you seek, but only goblins can retrieve them. The extraction, the rituals, and the incantations will require time—and, of course, payment."
Salazar leaned forward. "Name your price."
Grimblad's grin stretched wider, his sharp teeth gleaming. "Price? Such knowledge is beyond mere gold. It is ancient, sacred to us. What you seek is not a simple spell but a delicate extraction—one that could fail if not performed with precision. What do you offer?"
Salazar leaned forward, his voice unwavering. "Name your price."
Grashnok, standing beside Grimbald, mirrored his companion's grin, revealing his own sharp teeth. "Fifty thousand Galleons, paid in full, along with a favor to be claimed at a later date."
Avaluna and Salazar exchanged a brief glance. A favor from Slytherin himself was no trivial matter, but the alternative—obliterating the last vestiges of their history—was simply unthinkable.
Sensing the goblins' growing interest, Avaluna added, "The artifacts will remain untouched. That alone should be of significant value to your kind. The locket, the cup—items of immense historical and magical importance. If we succeed, their original magic will be restored, untainted. Would that not be a fair exchange?"
Grashnok tilted his head, considering her words carefully. After a long pause, he finally spoke. "We will assist, but on one condition: should we succeed in removing the dark magic, the goblins of Gringotts will retain one artifact of our choosing."
Salazar's eyes narrowed, and he exchanged another thoughtful glance with Avaluna. After a moment, he replied, "We accept—on the condition that we choose which artifact you keep."
Grimbald's grin widened even further, his teeth glinting in the dim light. "Agreed. Now, let us begin."
With that, the deal was struck, and the goblins set about their preparations.
Meanwhile, Salazar and Avaluna turned their attention to another pressing matter: the Gaunt ring.
Arriving in Little Hangleton, they found the old Gaunt shack barely standing, the land was overgrown, a cursed air lingering around the property wrapped in layers of powerful protective enchantments. Salazar extended his senses, tracing the dark magic that pulsed beneath the surface.
"Layered wards, blood-based protections... crude, but effective," he murmured. "Riddle was still young when he placed the ring here. Overconfident."
Avaluna, stepping cautiously, whispered, "Still dangerous, though. Let's be careful."
Avaluna reached out, magic pulsing from her fingertips as she analyzed the defenses. "A memory ward. If anyone approaches without Gaunt blood, they will be cursed into insanity."
Salazar raised his wand and muttered an incantation, revealing the invisible magical web stretching around the house. Decay spells, warding traps, and a particularly nasty blood curse shimmered before them.
"He used Parseltongue to bypass the defenses," Avaluna noted.
Salazar nodded and hissed in the ancient language, parting the wards momentarily so they could step through. Inside, the house was empty save for dust and relics of a long-dead family. The ring sat upon a rotting wooden table, gleaming ominously.
"A simple summoning charm won't work," Salazar murmured. He cast a revealing spell, confirming his suspicion—the ring was cursed.
Using a series of intricate counter-charms, Salazar carefully deactivated the deadly enchantment before retrieving the ring with a conjured cloth.
"One more piece of his soul in our hands," Avaluna whispered as they left, securing the ring within protective containment.
Back at Slytherin Manor, they analyzed Voldemort's obsession with Hogwarts, lineage, and legacy.
Salazar leaned back in thought. "Voldemort was obsessed with significant magical numbers. Three and seven hold the most power. He aimed for seven Horcruxes."
Avaluna shuddered. "Splitting his soul seven times... how could anyone even consider it? No wonder he's so... unhinged."
Salazar smirked. "You're the first person to call him mentally unstable outright."
Avaluna rolled her eyes and said, "The sword is in Hogwarts, which leaves the Hufflepuff Cup and... something of Ravenclaw's."
Salazar tapped his chin. "The cup was stolen from Hepzibah Smith, we know that. That leaves Ravenclaw. If he sought an artifact, it would be something deeply tied to her."
Days passed in frustration. With no immediate leads, they scoured texts, memories, and magical traces. The answer remained elusive—until inspiration struck Avaluna in the form of an old wizarding folklore book.
"Salazar," she gasped, eyes wide. "What if it's Rowena's lost diadem? The one her daughter stole before vanishing?"
His expression sharpened. "The Grey Lady 'Helena' Ravenclaw's ghost. She hid it."
They sought out the Grey Lady at Hogwarts, speaking to her in hushed whispers within the abandoned corridors.
Avaluna stepped forward. "I know you loved your mother," she said softly. "I know what it's like to carry a burden alone. But we need your help. We need the diadem."
The ghost hesitated before whispering, "I hid it... in the Forest of Albania. It lies within the ruins of a forgotten temple, veiled by ancient protections."
With this new information, they set off immediately, braving the dense and treacherous Albanian forests. In the depths of the ruins, they encountered long-forgotten magical guardians: enchanted gargoyles that moved with unnatural grace, bound to defend the diadem's resting place.
Through a combination of cunning spells, quick reflexes, and Salazar's ancient magic, they navigated the labyrinthine corridors, but despite their efforts, they could not find the diadem. Frustrated, they returned to the drawing board, contemplating their next move. After a moment of silence, Avaluna suddenly spoke, her eyes lighting up with realization.
"Do you see the pattern?" she asked. "He hid the Horcruxes in places of significance to him—the Gaunt Shack, the cave where he took the children, or Hogwarts!."
Salazar, who had been deep in thought, nodded in agreement. "Yes, he always chose locations tied to his past... but where at Hogwarts?"
Avaluna hesitated, pondering. Then Salazar's face lit up with a sudden idea. "We could ask the portraits," he suggested. "They have remarkable memories. There are so many of them, someone is bound to remember something."
Without wasting another moment, they made their way to Hogwarts. Upon arrival, Salazar turned to Avaluna. "As a founder, the portraits are bound to answer me. Let's see what they remember."
They examined the portraits on each floor, and on the seventh floor, near the Room of Requirement, they finally found their answer. After a brief exchange, the portrait revealed a crucial piece of information—a hidden room that could aid them in locating the diadem.
With renewed determination, they made their way to the Room of Lost Things.
"He hid it here knowing that most would never think to search within their own walls," Avaluna murmured, scanning the vast space. "Clever."
Salazar extended his senses, feeling for dark magic. "It's this way."
The diadem rested upon a broken cabinet, its tarnished silver glinting. Avaluna reached out, but Salazar caught her wrist. "Not yet. Let's check for curses."
As expected, a defensive enchantment surrounded the Horcrux. Salazar dismantled the protections, and Avaluna safely retrieved the diadem.
With the diadem retrieved, only one Horcrux remained undiscovered: Hufflepuff's Cup.
"Where could he have hidden it?" Avaluna pondered aloud as they examined their notes.
Then it hit her. "Bellatrix Lestrange. She was one of his most devoted followers. If he trusted her with his secrets... what if it's in her vault at Gringotts?"
Salazar's expression darkened. "Breaking into Gringotts is a death sentence."
"Then we'll have to be smarter than them."
Using a carefully crafted infiltration plan—disguises, deception, and a well-placed Confundus Charm—they managed to infiltrate the Lestrange vault. As expected, the cup was buried within, surrounded by cursed treasures that multiplied upon touch.
Through sheer ingenuity and magical finesse, they retrieved the artifact and escaped undetected.
With the Horcruxes secured, they focused on their destruction. The goblins successfully purged the soul fragments from the locket and cup, keeping the cup as part of their bargain. The ring and diadem were destroyed using a combination of goblin-forged silver and Basilisk venom, methods that preserved the artifacts while annihilating the dark magic within them.
"One step closer," Salazar murmured as Avaluna held the artifact, determination burning in her eyes.
Only two remained: Nagini and Voldemort himself.
"We're close," Avaluna murmured, gripping Salazar's hand. "This ends soon."
Salazar nodded. "We'll finish this. Together."
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The moment had finally come. Severus Snape sat in the shadows of the abandoned manor, his expression unreadable, as he waited for Avaluna and Salazar to arrive. The letter had been brief but direct. A meeting, a final reckoning of debts and truths long left unsaid. The candlelight flickered as the door creaked open, revealing Avaluna Potter and Salazar Slytherin, their faces solemn.
Severus's gaze locked onto Avaluna's, and for a brief moment, he saw Lily in her. That same fire, that same determination. He braced himself.
"You wished to speak to me," he said, his voice calm but laced with something Avaluna couldn't quite define. Perhaps resignation. Perhaps a silent plea.
"I did," Avaluna responded, stepping forward. "There's a lot we need to talk about. And I believe it's time to clear everything."
Snape tilted his head slightly but did not interrupt.
"I know about the debt, Professor," she said. "The life debt to my father. The vow you made to protect me."
His jaw tightened. "It was my responsibility. Nothing more."
Avaluna shook her head. "No. It was more than that. You protected me not just because of my mother, but because somewhere deep inside, despite everything, you cared. Even when you hated me."
Silence stretched between them before he finally sighed. "Hatred is an easy thing, Miss Potter. It is a mask, a shield. One I have carried for far too long."
Avaluna took a deep breath. "I forgive you, Severus. For all of it. The resentment, the harsh words, the cruelty. I understand now why you acted as you did."
His breath hitched for a moment before he composed himself. "Forgiveness is not necessary."
"But it is given anyway," she said firmly. "And I release you from your debt."
Something in Snape's eyes shifted. A weight, invisible but immense, seemed to lift from his shoulders. For the first time in years, he felt... free.
But there was still one last duty left to him. "You did not only call me here for sentiment," he stated, his tone returning to its sharp precision. "You need my help."
Avaluna nodded. "Nagini must die. And I need you to be the one to make poision."
A flicker of understanding passed over his face. "And?"
"And then you must poison Voldemort before he realizes she's gone."
Snape considered this. "He will suspect something if Nagini dies suddenly."
"That's where Narcissa comes in," Avaluna explained.
He exhaled slowly. "A dangerous plan. But possible."
He then turned, his black robes billowing as he paced. "Poisoning the Dark Lord is no easy feat. His magic resists most toxins. It must be slow, undetectable, something that will not alert him until it is too late."
Salazar stepped in. "We thought of that. A combination of aconite and basilisk venom."
Snape's lips curled into the ghost of a smirk. "Clever. Painful. A fitting end."
Avaluna watched him closely. "You'll do it?"
He turned back to her, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he nodded. "Yes. It ends now."
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The plan was set. Under the cover of night, Severus led them to Malfoy Manor. Tonight, there was no meeting, no Death Eaters lurking in the halls. Lucius and Narcissa had reluctantly agreed—years of forced loyalty had drained them. They wanted no part in Voldemort's final war.
Narcissa was the key. As Voldemort's trusted ally, she had access to Nagini's resting chamber. She entered alone, her hands steady despite the danger. The snake coiled lazily in its enclosure, unaware of its fate. With a practiced motion, she slid a vial from her sleeve—a slow-acting toxin mixed with basilisk venom.
She whispered, "For Draco."
The moment the venom entered its bloodstream, Nagini's body convulsed violently. Her red eyes dimmed, the life draining from her within moments. When it was over, Narcissa draped a silken cloth over the corpse, hiding it from view.
She exited the room calmly, signaling to Severus.
The next step was Voldemort himself. Severus, ever the skilled Potions Master, prepared a slow-acting poison—one that mimicked exhaustion, paranoia, and eventually, agony. Slipping it into the Dark Lord's goblet was easy; Voldemort, drunk on power, didn't question his most trusted servant.
Hidden under the Invisibility Cloak, Avaluna and Salazar watched from the shadows as Voldemort took a sip.
Minutes passed.
Then, it began.
Minutes passed before Voldemort stiffened. A sudden, sharp pain spread through his veins, his fingers trembling as his wand slipped from his grasp. His crimson eyes widened in shock, then fury. . His red eyes narrowed as he turned toward Severus. "What... is this?" he hissed, his voice laced with growing panic.
Lucius Malfoy, standing in the shadows, activated the wards. No one would enter. No one would leave.
Voldemort staggered slightly, a hand clutching at his throat Severus stepped back, his face unreadable. "A fitting end, My Lord. You are dying. Slowly, painfully. As you deserve."
Voldemort's breath grew ragged. He tried to summon magic, but something was wrong—his connection to his Horcruxes was severed. He gasped. "Nagini...?"
Lucius, standing near the entrance, sealed the wards. "No one is coming to save you."
Voldemort's skin paled further as realization struck. He turned wild eyes toward Severus. "You... traitor..."
"No," Severus whispered. "I was never yours to begin with."
From beneath the Cloak, Avaluna watched as the creature who had tormented her entire life crumbled before her eyes.
Avaluna and Salazar finally revealed themselves, stepping into the dimly lit chamber as Voldemort struggled to move, to fight, to do anything. His magic flared erratically, but it was too late.
Salazar smirked, his tone laced with irony. "How poetic. The so-called greatest Dark Lord meets his end—not in battle, but through poison. You always believed yourself above death, Tom. And yet, here you are, perishing like any ordinary man."
Avaluna moved closer, locking eyes with the man who had haunted her for so long. "Death was your greatest fear, and you sought to conquer it, to bend it to your will. But in the end, it was your arrogance that led to your downfall. Now here you are, powerless. After all your cruelty and tyranny, you meet your end not in glory, but in agony. You are nothing."
Voldemort collapsed, his body convulsing as the poison took its final toll. A strangled scream left his lips as his very essence unraveled. And then—
Silence.
Avaluna let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. It was over.
Severus turned to leave, his expression unreadable, but before he could step away, he met Avaluna's gaze one last time. His black eyes softened, just a fraction, as he murmured:
"You had your mother's eyes."
Then, he disappeared into the night.
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BONUS PART:-
The golden rays of the morning sun streamed through the large windows of the Slytherin Manor, casting a soft glow on the intricate emerald and silver tapestries. Avaluna Potter stretched lazily under the silk covers, her fingers searching for the warmth beside her. She blinked drowsily before turning her head to find Salazar Slytherin gazing at her, a soft smirk playing on his lips.
"Staring is rude, you know," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
Salazar chuckled, brushing a stray lock of her raven hair behind her ear. "When one is gifted with the sight of the most beautiful witch in existence, it is hardly rude. It is appreciation."
Avaluna rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that spread across her lips. "Flatterer."
He leaned down, pressing a feather-light kiss to her forehead. "Only for you, my love."
It had been years since Voldemort's fall, and peace had finally settled over the wizarding world. And their love had only grown stronger, and now, the once-feared founder of Slytherin spent his days wrapped in the arms of the one woman who had unraveled the centuries of walls he had built around his heart.
Avaluna sighed contentedly and snuggled into his embrace. "What's the plan for today?"
Salazar hummed, tracing slow circles on her back. "I was thinking of taking you to our little cottage by the lake. A quiet day. Just us. No politics, no responsibilities. Just peace."
She lifted her head, eyes sparkling. "That sounds perfect."
A few hours later, they found themselves sitting by the shimmering waters of the enchanted lake, a picnic basket between them. The wind played with Avaluna's long hair as she laughed, trying to swat away the small enchanted butterflies Salazar had conjured to amuse her.
"Salazar! You are terrible!" she giggled, watching as the tiny golden creatures danced around her.
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And yet, you love me for it."
She turned to him, her heart swelling. "More than you will ever know."
The moment was perfect—tranquil, filled with love, and everything she had ever dreamed of. And then, Salazar did something that made her breath hitch. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a delicate emerald ring, its intricate design resembling the ancient Slytherin crest.
"Marry me, Avaluna." His voice was steady, but his eyes held vulnerability. "Not because of fate, not because of destiny, but because I love you. Because you are my heart, my past, my present, and my future."
Tears welled in Avaluna's eyes as she nodded fervently. "Yes! A thousand times, yes!"
Salazar slid the ring onto her finger, his hands steady despite the whirlwind of emotions in his chest. He sealed the promise with a kiss, soft yet filled with unspoken devotion.
Years later, their love remained as strong as ever. Their family had grown—children with Avaluna's brilliant emerald eyes and Salazar's cunning intelligence filled the halls of their home with laughter. The wizarding world flourished under their guidance, and peace remained unshaken.
One evening, as they sat in the gardens watching their children chase after enchanted fireflies, Salazar pulled Avaluna into his arms.
"Are you happy?" he murmured against her hair.
She smiled, leaning into his warmth. "Happier than I ever thought I could be."
And in that moment, as the stars twinkled above them and the laughter of their children echoed through the air, they knew—this was their forever.
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