Leo took a suitcase from his system's space.
It was not an ordinary suitcase, it was an enchanted one with a traceless spell.
As Leo opened the enchanted suitcase and calmly descended the invisible staircase, he was entering a basement, not a suitcase.
The moment was still, as if the very air held its breath.
Everyone stared in disbelief.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Rikuo blinked.
"Did he just walk into that thing?"
Wayne tilted his head.
"That's either magic or I've been awake too long with the kids again…"
Before anyone could speak further, Johnny's eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas.
"THIS IS SO COOL!"
He yelled, diving headfirst into the suitcase with wild enthusiasm.
WHOOSH!
The suitcase gave a soft sucking sound and Johnny vanished entirely.
"Wait, what just—did it eat him?"
Tsuchigumo took a cautious step back, looking almost nervous for once.
Eileen let out a light laugh.
Pfft~
"It's safe. It's one of Leo's personal spaces — trust me."
With practised ease, she followed after him and disappeared into the suitcase.
Bellatrix smirked, flipping her hair.
Smirk~
"This never gets old,"
She added, stepping gracefully in after Eileen.
The monsters and yokai exchanged uneasy glances.
"Did… they just vanish?"
Whispered one of Kurotabo's younger trainees.
Kuroumaru leaned toward Sasami and whispered,
"Do we go next?"
Sasami huffed, arms crossed.
"I'm not scared. I just don't want to be the first yokai eaten by luggage."
Then, with a determined step, she entered —
Disappearing into the suitcase after the others.
Soon, one by one, the crowd began filing in —
Dracula, Wayne and his mob of children (who had to be thrown in two at a time), Griffin, Murray, Vald (muttering prayers under his breath), and all the yokai from Nurarihyon's side.
Except for Karusu Tengu, who was hesitant.
Even Natto Kozo and Kappa cautiously followed.
Only Nurarihyon stood for a moment at the top, arms crossed behind his back, observing the portal thoughtfully.
"This Leo,"
He murmured, amused,
"Always full of surprises."
Then, with a faint smile, he kicked Karasu Tengu in, and he too disappeared into the suitcase.
As each guest emerged from the entrance, they blinked in confusion—
Then awe.
Instead of a cramped, dusty space, they found themselves in the living room of a warm, rustic farmhouse.
A soft fire crackled in the hearth.
The smell of fresh herbs, parchment, and roasted meat lingered in the air.
The furniture was a mixture of wizarding charm and rural comfort —
floating candles hovered near the ceiling, a sentient broom swept the floor on its own, and a few enchanted picture frames waved lazily at them.
But the real shock came when they stepped outside.
As the heavy wooden door creaked open, a breathtaking sight unfolded before them.
They weren't in a room…
They were in a vast forest.
Towering trees with fresh green leaves stretched into the sky, some with crystal-like bark, others humming with magic.
Softly glowing fireflies zipped around them like stardust.
A distant river glimmered, its waters flowing silver-blue.
And they weren't alone.
A griffin soared overhead, letting out a majestic cry.
A unicorn herd grazed peacefully near a stream, watched over by a centaur patrol.
In the distance, thunderbirds danced with the clouds.
A mooncalf peeked nervously from behind a glowing tree stump.
Atop a nearby hill, what looked like a small dragon curled lazily in the sunlight, flicking its tail with disinterest.
Everyone stood frozen.
Some dropped their jaws.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Others simply forgot how to breathe.
Dracula adjusted his cloak.
"This… is inside a suitcase?"
Rikuo's voice was hoarse.
"No way… this is like… a realm of myths."
Even Nurarihyon was caught off guard.
"In all my years, I've never—"
"Welcome,"
came Bellatrix's voice, laced with a mix of pride and amusement.
She crossed her arms and looked over them like a tour guide who'd been waiting for this moment.
"This… is Leo's personal wildlife sanctuary. A magical preserve he built for creatures who were hunted, abandoned, or endangered. Every single one of them is under his protection."
"He's… what?"
Griffin looked like he was about to faint.
"He's running an enchanted zoo inside a suitcase?"
"No,"
Eileen corrected gently, stepping up beside Bellatrix.
"It's not a zoo. It's a haven. A sanctuary."
Sasami slowly turned, her eyes wide.
"He just… made this?"
"Yup,"
Bellatrix said proudly.
"Built from scratch. Brought in creatures from across worlds. And protected them here. Nothing here can hurt you—unless you're stupid."
Kuroumaru gulped.
Gulp~
"Define stupid."
From the trees, a strange growl echoed.
Growl~
Somewhere, something large rustled in the distance.
Johnny looked like he was about to cry from happiness.
"Can I live here?"
Wayne stared at a magical bird trying to nest on his head.
"I swear if this thing lays eggs on me—"
Leo finally walked out of the house, calm and casual as ever, carrying a tray full of teacups.
"Everyone settled?"
As he gave the tea cups to others it new cups automatically got summoned on the tray.
Leo took a sip of his tea and glanced at the gathered crowd of monsters and yokai, all still struggling to process the sanctuary's sheer scale and beauty.
With a calm voice that carried authority, he spoke:
"You'll all stay here for now. My mansion is a short trip from here."
His red eyes glinted with mischief.
"It's been a long time since Wakana, Mavis, and the others saw you. I want it to be a real surprise."
The mood lightened, some of the yokai chuckled softly, and even Dracula raised a brow with a smile.
But Leo's tone shifted slightly—
Calm, but firm.
"One more thing,"
He added, his gaze sweeping across the group.
"This sanctuary may look peaceful, but not every part of it is safe. There are magical creatures deeper in the forest—powerful and unpredictable."
He let that sink in for a moment.
"So, unless you want to become dragon snacks or end up explaining to me why a kelpie thinks you're its new pet, don't wander too far."
"Understood,"
Nurarihyon nodded with a chuckle.
Nod~ Chuckle~
Wayne, now holding a baby werewolf in each arm like laundry, muttered,
"Got it. Not even stepping out of the house."
Bellatrix silently walked up and stood beside Leo.
Her expression was unreadable, but the way she looked at him suggested she already knew what was coming next.
"I'll go with you,"
She said softly.
Leo nodded.
Nod~
"Good. Eileen will stay behind and help guide everyone. She knows how this place works."
Eileen smiled warmly, stepping forward.
"If anyone needs anything—food, rooms, or explanation about the creatures—come to me. But please don't feed them anything on your own. Especially not Johnny."
Jonathan was already poking at a shiny beetle with wings.
"But it's so cute—"
"Touch it,"
Eileen warned,
"And you'll have no eyebrows left."
Johnny backed away.
"Copy that."
Satisfied everything was in order, Leo turned toward the treeline, the air around him subtly shifting as the magic stirred to life.
Bellatrix followed him silently, boots crunching softly on the forest floor.
Behind them, the group began to settle in.
Dracula slumped into a conjured rocking chair, muttering,
"This is better than our summer home in Romania…"
while Sasami stood beside Kuroumaru, glaring at the trees like she dared them to mess with her.
As Leo and Bellatrix left, the group began to explore their surroundings with a mix of awe and caution.
The air smelled of ancient trees, strange flowers, and dangerous plants, while the sunlight filtered through the leaves in golden hues that danced with the magic around them.
Jonathan, of course, couldn't help himself.
"Sis Eileen! What's that one?"
He pointed excitedly at a shimmering, butterfly-winged creature that flitted just overhead, its body faintly transparent like glass and glowing with soft hues.
"That's a Luminora Sprite."
Eileen said, her voice patient yet amused.
"They absorb moonlight and store it in their wings. You'll see them glow even brighter at night."
"Ohhhh, pretty!"
Jonathan reached out to it—
Only for the sprite to flick him in the nose with a tiny spark of static magic before fluttering away.
"OW!"
He rubbed his nose.
"Why'd it do that?!"
"They don't like being touched unless they trust you."
Eileen said, smirking slightly.
Smirk~
"Most magical creatures here are gentle—unless you get on their nerves."
They moved along the path, surrounded by magical foliage and softly humming enchantments.
A few moments later,
Jonathan nearly stumbled into a plump, mossy creature with huge, sleepy eyes and a shell-like back.
"That one?"
He whispered.
"That's a Grottleback,"
Eileen said.
"They eat magic-infused roots and burrow under trees. Very lazy. Don't wake it—"
Too late.
ACHOO!
Jonathan sneezed, and the Grottleback groaned, turned around slowly... and let out a disgruntled puff of green gas straight in his direction.
"OH MY—what is that smell?!"
Jonathan shouted, staggering back.
"It's a defence mechanism."
Eileen laughed, pinching her nose.
"Congratulations, you annoyed it."
Rikuo, Sasami, and even Wayne couldn't help but chuckle.
Chuckle~
The baby werewolves howled in laughter.
From the treetops above, a silvery Stelladrake the size of a cat with tiny dragon wings flitted by, leaving sparkles in the air as it passed.
Even Dracula was impressed.
"These creatures… they're not in any bestiary I've seen,"
He muttered, genuinely amazed.
"They wouldn't be,"
Eileen smiled.
"Many of these creatures either don't exist in your worlds or no longer exist..."
Everyone's eyes widened, wonder overtaking their curiosity—
And for once, even Jonathan stood still, awe overtaking his instinct to poke or prod.
"Can we see more?"
He whispered.
Eileen nodded,
Nod~
"Yes—but stay close. And don't feed anything. Unless you want to find out how a cuddly-looking Furvine reacts to chocolate."
A sharp growl echoed from a distance.
"...What's a Furvine?"
Jonathan asked nervously.
"You'll know it when you see it,"
Sasami muttered.
Present Night...
Azkaban Prison...
The dark waves around Azkaban crashed relentlessly against the jagged rocks,
But within the fortress, the real storm was brewing in silence.
Unseen by the guards, who stood at their posts as if frozen in time, a group of hooded figures in Death Eater robes moved like shadows through the dimly lit corridors.
Their wands pulsed faintly, cloaked under silencing charms and advanced disillusionment magic.
No alarms rang. No one stirred.
The enchantments of the prison had been subtly dismantled.
Cells began opening one after another—not just those housing Death Eaters,
But criminals of all kinds.
Madness and hatred spilt into the air as dark laughter and screams echoed across the prison.
Azkaban was descending into chaos.
Far deep in the heart of the prison...
The corridor was colder than the rest, a place where even Dementors once hesitated to linger.
At the very end, locked behind layered enchantments and steel reinforced by runes, sat Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Voldemort.
He sat cross-legged in the centre of his cell, his hands folded, eyes closed—
But the power radiating from him never dimmed.
Even in confinement, he was a storm waiting to be unleashed.
A voice cut through the silence:
"...Lord Voldemort."
The red eyes snapped open.
"____"
Slits for pupils glowed with fury as the figure stepped into view, flanked by two more robed individuals.
One of them grinned.
"A student from Hogwarts,"
The man spoke mockingly,
"has made a prediction… that you'll die."
The cell remained still.
But the temperature seemed to drop as Voldemort slowly stood up.
The air grew thick with his rising magic—cold.
"They predicted my death?"
Voldemort repeated softly, dangerously.
"A child... prophesying the death of me?"
His hands twitched slightly, fingers curling like the talons of a waiting beast.
A low hiss escaped his lips, sounding more serpentine than human.
His fury was not loud—
It was quiet, cold, and lethal.
"Release him,"
The leader of the group ordered.
With a flick of their wand, the seal cracked.
The enchanted locks gave way with reluctant groans of twisted metal and magic.
Voldemort stepped forward... and paused.
His crimson eyes scanned the corridor carefully, as if searching—
No, trying to sense—
For a presence. A shadow.
A monster. Her.
Valac.
That creature that haunted his cell like a spectre.
The one who—
only watched, mocked, and reminded him he was nothing compared to Leo Morningstar.
He waited.
Nothing.
The shadowy force wasn't here.
No whisper.
No eyes peering from the darkness.
No sense of her maddening presence.
Just silence.
"____"
Voldemort's lips curled.
"So... the monster is gone,"
He murmured, his voice tinged with both relief and hunger.
"Then this world may yet tremble beneath me once more."
He stepped out of the cell.
The darkness followed him—
Not from fear, but reverence.
The Death Eaters parted with respect.
His fingers crackled with power, dark and ancient, as he looked down the corridor of screaming inmates and chaos.
And a cruel smile bloomed on his lips.
"Let's see what the prophecy truly foretells…"
As fire and ruin spread through the crumbling fortress of Azkaban,
Voldemort stood amidst the storm he had unleashed.
Around him, escaped prisoners either bowed or fled in terror.
Yet his gaze was distant—
Focused. Calculating.
"A prophecy…"
He murmured, turning toward the Death Eater who had first spoken of it.
"Repeat it. Exactly."
The man gulped but obeyed quickly, reciting what the informant child from Hogwarts had allegedly seen during a Divination trance:
"The Dark Lord shall try to rise again... greater and more terrible than ever before... and someone must die for the beginning to end… The one who mocks death will be the first to fall..."
A thick silence followed.
Voldemort's red eyes narrowed, blazing with realisation.
"The seed of my death... blooms from the corpse of James Potter?"
He turned away, walking slowly through the corridor, the clacking of his boots echoing with menace.
"I killed James Potter. And from his death, someone... something… was set in motion."
His hand clenched into a fist, shaking with both rage and certainty.
"Then my mistake… was leaving anyone behind."
The prophecy was clear.
His death would come at the hands of someone connected to James Potter.
Whether by blood, allegiance, or vengeance, his end was foretold through the Potter line.
And Voldemort—
The Lord of Death—
Would not allow it.
He halted suddenly, turning back to his followers.
"I want every Potter found. Every last branch of that cursed line."
Gasps followed.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Even among the Death Eaters, that command shook a few to the core.
"Kill them all. Those who carry the blood… those who carry the name… even those by marriage."
A wicked grin twisted across his lips.
Grin~
"Let the world see… that I am beyond prophecy. Beyond death. I am the one who even fate cannot bind."
"And when the last Potter burns…"
He whispered.
"...the future they hoped for shall die with them."
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