The skies above Hogwarts cracked open like thunder ripping the veil between worlds.
Storm clouds swirled into a vortex above the Astronomy Tower, and lightning lanced down in a divine spiral. Every magical creature in the Forbidden Forest turned toward the castle and bowed.
Inside the Great Hall, Harry stood in ceremonial armor—white and gold, glowing with the sigils of Olympus, Asgard, and the Hallows. Argent circled above him, and Echo paced at his side, snarling at anyone who looked at Harry wrong.
At the head table sat McGonagall, now Interim Headmistress, flanked by Flitwick, Pomona Sprout, and a silent, seething Snape. Dumbledore was gone—locked beneath the school in a stasis cell lined with anti-magic and adamantium.
Suddenly, a beam of golden light struck the center of the Hall, and twelve thrones of divine make appeared—each occupied by a god.
Zeus. Poseidon. Hades. Odin. Thor. Freya. Athena. Kratos. Baldur. Loki. Ares. And at the center…
Death, cloaked in silver flame.
The gods had come to judge.
The Trial Begins
"Harry Potter," Zeus boomed, voice like rolling storms. "You bear the blood of Olympus and the fury of Kratos. Do you claim your birthright?"
"I do," Harry answered calmly. "And I will not let you use me as a pawn."
Hades smirked. "He has his mother's fire."
Odin leaned forward. "You are heir to both Valhalla and Avalon. The sword of Arthur sings in your soul. Do you accept the burden of the realms?"
"I do. And I choose justice."
Thor raised Mjölnir. "Then prove it. Prove you are worthy."
A silver gate opened. Beyond it—a battlefield.
The Trial of Realms
Harry stepped onto stone cracked by time. Monsters surged from the dark—Hydras, Draugar, Cyclopes, and even a frost giant.
He fought with blade and wand, magic and fury. Each strike echoed with Merlin's power, each shield burst with Arthur's command. Echo leapt into the fight, tearing through chaos. Argent set the skies ablaze.
At the end, bloodied but unbroken, Harry stood atop the ruined field. He looked to the gods.
"Your enemies are mine. Your games are not."
Death rose. "He speaks not as a pawn—but as a king."
Then she turned to the rest. "Let it be known: Harry James Potter is no longer mortal alone. He is Guardian of the Multiverse, Heir of Realms, and Chosen of the Old Magic."
The gods bowed their heads.
The trial was over.
Back at Hogwarts
When Harry returned, the school trembled. Magic whispered his name through the stones.
Sirius waited for him at the gates, grinning. "You look like hell."
"Fought a frost giant," Harry replied. "Needed a stretch."
Sirius clapped him on the shoulder. "So what now?"
Harry looked toward the Forbidden Forest.
"Now? We rebuild. We prepare. Because the war Dumbledore started isn't the only one coming."
Behind him, the multiverse rippled.
And somewhere… a raptor egg hatched.