Location: The Forgotten Chamber – Deep Beneath the Veil of the Multiverse
The world had changed. The stars had shifted. And yet, there was still one fragment of darkness that had never been erased—one last piece of Voldemort's soul that had escaped destruction.
For while the Horcruxes had been destroyed, there remained a hidden fragment, buried deep within the heart of the multiverse itself. This fragment was not a physical object, not a locket or a diary. It was something far more dangerous.
It was a memory.
A thought, carefully preserved in the folds of time.
And that thought still hung on—waiting for the moment when it could rise once more.
The Awakening of the Dark Thought
On the outskirts of the multiverse, at the End of Time, where timelines unraveled into infinite possibilities, the last Horcrux began to stir.
It was not a person who felt it first, but an ancient god of knowledge—the first to notice the slight distortion in the fabric of reality.
"This is wrong," The Watcher whispered.
"A thought once lost… has found a way back."
Across the multiverse, echoes of its return could be felt. In the deepest caves of the magical realms, in the farthest reaches of space, and in the uncharted folds of the worlds between life and death, the shadow began to grow.
And from its darkness, the figure of Voldemort emerged—his body not yet whole, but his mind alive and scheming. The Dark Lord was not truly gone. His final Horcrux had bent reality itself, creating a rift in time.
The First Sign
In the new Camelot, as the knights gathered, a disturbance reached them—a whisper carried on the winds of time.
Harry stood at the center of the Round Table, his senses sharp, his instincts honed. Something was wrong. The balance they had worked so hard to protect was starting to crack.
"It's him," Harry murmured, his voice low but certain.
Liana, ever vigilant, met his gaze. Voldemort, despite his demise in their world, was not gone. The lingering traces of his essence still carried the dark magic that could corrupt and destroy everything they had worked for.
"Where is it?" she asked, her voice cool but urgent.
Together, with their most trusted allies—including Jean Grey, Doctor Strange, and Loki—they set out to track the final Horcrux.
But what they didn't know was that the fragment of Voldemort's soul had already begun to manipulate reality, slipping through timelines like a shadow, gathering strength with each passing moment.
The Hidden Place of Power
The final Horcrux lay not in a cave, not in a graveyard—but deep beneath the Veil of Death, in the place where magic and fate were twisted, where even time could not always be trusted.
In the Forgotten Chamber, time itself was a blur. It was a place where lost memories existed—the buried thoughts of forgotten gods and mortals.
And there, buried among the endless echoes, Voldemort's dark fragment found a sanctuary. It was in this chamber that his thoughts could grow without restraint—where his memory could be reborn.
The Battle of the Forgotten Chamber
As the Starborn Council arrived at the chamber, the skies above Camelot shattered, a dark storm brewing over them. In the distance, the shape of the Forgotten Chamber began to materialize—a twisted version of the world they knew, where shadow and illusion were intertwined.
The battle that would unfold was not one of swords, but of memories—the very nature of reality itself under attack. Voldemort's Horcrux sought to reclaim what had been lost, to reshape the world to his twisted vision.
The Starborn stood together as one, but they would need more than just strength. They would need the combined wisdom of their greatest allies:
Loki, using his tricks and illusions to fight back the fragment of Voldemort's mind that twisted the chamber.
Jean Grey, harnessing the power of the Phoenix Force to purify the air around them, burning away the darkness that clung to the walls.
Doctor Strange, manipulating the fabric of time and space itself to keep the chamber from collapsing into the void.
And then, at the heart of it all, Harry Potter and Liana Romanova-Potter, stepping forward as the final bastion against the soul of the Dark Lord.
The battle was fierce, the air thick with power. The chamber trembled under the weight of the conflict, each passing moment drawing them closer to a single, final clash.
The End of the Horcrux
The dark thought tried to form a body—a reflection of Voldemort's twisted soul, seeking to rebuild the Dark Lord's power. It was a dark shadow, a flickering echo of all the lives Voldemort had destroyed.
But Harry and Liana were ready. Together, they cast a binding spell, forged from their shared magic, their shared sacrifice, and their unyielding connection to the light.
"No more," Harry whispered, as the light of Excalibur Phoenix flared.
Together, they struck the final blow, the spell shattering the last Horcrux into nothingness.
Voldemort's dark essence dissolved—gone forever.
And in that final moment, the Forgotten Chamber sealed itself, never to return again.
The Aftermath
The skies above Camelot cleared. The storm that had threatened to swallow the world faded, leaving nothing but peace.
Voldemort's final Horcrux had been destroyed, and with it, the last trace of his dark magic was erased from the multiverse.
Harry and Liana stood together, their breath steady, their bond stronger than ever.
The darkness had been vanquished—not just in the world, but in the hearts of those who had fought to preserve it.
"It's over," Liana said, her voice filled with quiet relief.
But even in victory, Harry knew that the fight for balance would never end. The multiverse was ever-changing, ever-evolving.
And they would be there—guardians of the light, protectors of all.