Location: Camelot — Throne of the Multiverse
The first light of a new age rose over the towers of Camelot. For the first time in countless generations, the skies shimmered with peace rather than warning. The Citadel, once a fortress braced for war, now stood as a beacon—glowing with renewed magic and harmony.
Harry Potter—Heir of the Founders, Merlin, Arthur, the Deathly Hallows, Olympus, Asgard, and the multiverse itself—stood on the restored balcony of the Great Hall. Below him, beings from across all realms had gathered: gods, mutants, demigods, witches, aliens, and warriors. They had come not to bow, but to witness the rebirth of the multiverse under a new guardian.
A soft breeze carried the scent of silver flame—Phoenix magic, the spark of creation Harry now carried within him. His green eyes shimmered with something far older than mortality, and yet, they held the same compassion, fire, and unbreakable will that had once driven an eleven-year-old boy into a vault in Gringotts.
Merlin stood beside him, leaning on his staff with a satisfied smile. "It is done. The multiverse breathes free again. And Camelot, reborn, shall be its heart."
"I never wanted this," Harry murmured. "But I'll protect it. All of it."
"You already have," said Luna softly as she joined them, her gaze dreamy but clear. "The stars sing your name now, Harry. Even time itself whispers it."
The Founders' Blessing
As part of the rebuilding, Harry visited the chamber deep beneath the Citadel where the magic of Hogwarts' Four Founders had been reawakened.
Godric Gryffindor's sword gleamed anew in his hand. "Courage without hesitation. A legacy well kept," said the phantom of Godric, appearing in a golden shimmer.
Helga Hufflepuff appeared beside him, smiling warmly. "You've loved, protected, and united. You carry our hearts."
Rowena Ravenclaw spoke next, her voice like wind through old pages. "Wisdom guided you through chaos. You are proof that intellect and instinct can be allies."
Salazar Slytherin, his presence darker but sincere, studied Harry. "Ambition, tempered by morality. You could have ruled with fear. Instead, you led with truth. I… approve."
The chamber pulsed with light as all four touched Harry's shoulders. Their essence surged through him, weaving into his core magic. "We name you not only our heir," Godric said, "but the First Guardian-King of Camelot."
The New Council of Realms
Harry knew he could not rule alone. He formed the Council of Realms, composed of allies who had fought beside him and represented their worlds:
Jean Grey, Phoenix Force incarnate, for mutantkind.
Thor, for Asgard and the Nine Realms.
Percy Jackson, for the gods of Olympus.
Wanda Maximoff, for chaos magic and reality's fragile balance.
Luna Lovegood, for magical intuition and the unseen.
Sirius Black, as High Protector of Earth's Magical Order.
T'Challa, a multiversal echo from Wakanda Prime, for Earth's advanced civilizations.
Charles Xavier, for diplomacy and progress.
The Council met in the restored Round Chamber—a symbol of unity reborn from Arthur's legend. No thrones, only a circle of equals.
"We are not kings and queens," Harry said. "We are guardians. And this is a circle of peace, not power."
Camelot's Transformation
Camelot itself began to shift, infused with the Phoenix energy within Harry. Towers reformed with living stone, carved by ancient runes that responded to will, not wand. Vast libraries grew where void once lingered, storing knowledge from every world.
Hovering airships—designed by goblin and Wakandan engineers—cruised between spires. New species arrived in peace, invited by the Guardian-King.
Magic flowed freely, yet was guided by responsibility.
Children trained not just in spellwork or swordplay, but in compassion, wisdom, and ethics. It was Hogwarts, evolved. It was Camelot Academy—where Founders and X-Men philosophies blended, and every child had the chance to shape destiny.
A Personal Moment
Later that night, Harry stood alone beneath the stars, now brighter and more vibrant since the death of the Old Gods. The stars no longer felt distant. They were kin.
Sirius approached quietly, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate. "You did it," he said, handing Harry a mug.
"We did it," Harry replied.
"You ever going to let yourself rest?"
Harry chuckled softly. "Eventually. Maybe. There's always something new coming. The multiverse doesn't stay quiet for long."
"Good," Sirius said with a grin. "Because I think I just found a T-Rex egg in the Gryffindor dormitory."
Harry groaned. "Jurassic Park was supposed to stay on the Isla."
"Yeah, well, magic doesn't care about 'supposed to'. Neither do raptors, apparently."
A New Era Begins
And so, Camelot thrived. No longer just a symbol of ancient power, it became the heart of the multiverse—guarded not by fear, but by hope. The boy who lived had become the Guardian who reimagined.
But peace was never permanent.
In the farthest corner of the newly healed timeline, a whisper rose. A remnant of chaos. A flicker of rebellion. A familiar figure long thought dead.
Watching.
Waiting.
The Last Guardian's journey was not over.