Location: Starborn Academy, Avalon – Ten Years Later
A decade had passed since the Shattering of Eternity. The multiverse had settled into a fragile but promising peace. Though threats still lingered in the shadows of forgotten worlds, the days of all-consuming war and godly destruction had faded into legend.
At the heart of it all stood Starborn Academy, a school built atop the floating peaks of Avalon, where the most gifted—and most dangerous—children of the multiverse came to learn. Here, magic met science, godhood met humility, and power met purpose.
Harry Potter, no longer boy nor soldier nor savior, stood at the edge of a golden balcony watching the sunrise over infinite skies.
He was… content.
The New Generation
Inside the academy's training grounds, the next wave of heroes was in full motion.
A girl cloaked in silver flame dashed across the dueling arena. Her name was Thalia Fireborn, descendant of a forgotten Phoenix host. Her control of the fire element surpassed even Jean Grey's when she was her age.
Sparring with her was Leo Stark, the son of a multiversal version of Tony Stark and a Wakandan sorceress. His armor glowed with a hybrid of vibranium and arcane sigils, powered by something he only called "quantum instinct."
Nearby, a group of students practiced their telepathic and magical synchronization under the guidance of Professor Hermione Granger, who had become one of the academy's core instructors.
"Discipline before power," she told them. "Because undirected greatness is just destruction in disguise."
Jean Grey and Thor occasionally visited to teach special courses on cosmic ethics, empathy, and the burden of immortality. The curriculum wasn't about becoming warriors—it was about becoming guardians.
The Flame Never Dies
The Phoenix Flame, now divided among Harry, Liana, and the multiversal nexus, remained ever-present, burning quietly inside the Heartforge, the academy's core. There, young initiates could witness the living memory of their predecessors. Holographic echoes of battles, triumphs, and sacrifices told the stories that history books couldn't capture.
One evening, a curious student named Kara, child of a Kryptonian and an Asgardian, stood before the flame and asked Harry, who'd come to check on her:
"Why do you still carry it? The Flame, the Sword, the power. You could've passed it on long ago."
Harry knelt beside her, his green eyes tired but wise.
"Because someone has to remember," he said softly. "Someone has to carry the first flame so the next ones can light their own."
She didn't fully understand—but she would.
A Message Across Time
Later that year, something strange occurred. The Chrono-Spires—ancient multiversal obelisks buried beneath Avalon—activated. These relics hadn't responded in decades. They pulsed with energy, and from within them, a figure emerged.
Older Harry.
But not the one standing in Avalon.
This Harry came from a future that hadn't yet happened—a possible version of him, cloaked in dark gold, eyes weary and nearly divine.
"The timeline is twisting," Future Harry warned. "A new threat is rising. Not destruction—but corruption. A lie so beautiful, so powerful, that even the Flame may bow to it."
He vanished before more could be said.
The Council was reassembled—Liana, Jean, Strange, Hermione, and others. Though they had long since gone their separate ways, the alarm shook them back into motion.
"We thought the Shattering was the end," Jean murmured. "But it was only the beginning."
Preparing for What Comes Next
With the warning of corruption spreading across realities, the academy accelerated its training. The term "Starborn" began to carry more meaning—not just as a title, but as a mantle of service.
The Legacy Classes, a special group of students chosen for their unique heritage, were now being trained in secret missions: restoring lost worlds, resolving dimensional tensions, and confronting the mysterious cult that had begun appearing across timelines—the Veilbound, who worshipped entropy disguised as paradise.
Harry was no longer on the front lines. He had passed that role to the next generation.
But he trained them harder than anyone else.
Because he remembered.
Because he knew what was coming.
The Heir to the Flame
One student in particular caught everyone's attention: Eira Potter, Harry's daughter by magic and divine convergence. She bore the Phoenix mark on her shoulder and wielded a fragment of Excalibur Phoenix, a sword reforged in starlight and tempered by prophecy.
Unlike her father, Eira was not burdened by survival. She was born in peace, trained by legends, and destined for something new.
Still, she doubted herself.
One evening, she approached her father at the lake near Avalon's edge—the same lake he had once visited as a boy by Hogwarts.
"Everyone expects me to be you," she said, skipping a stone across the glowing water.
Harry smiled gently.
"Then prove them wrong," he said. "Be better."
"But what if I'm not ready?"
"I wasn't ready, either," he answered. "And I still became who I needed to be. You won't be me, Eira. You'll be something greater—because you'll have the freedom I never had."
She didn't reply. But a second later, her hand lit with a controlled flicker of Phoenix flame.
She was ready.
Or would be.
The Legacy Lives
As the sun set over Avalon, the academy tower lit up with golden runes. Another day of training. Another world in need. Another future shaped by those brave enough to rise.
Harry stood at the heart of it all—older, quieter, wiser.
"We are not gods," he had once said. "We are the light that stands between stars and the shadows."
The multiverse no longer needed a Chosen One.
It had chosen many.
And through them, the Legacy of the Starborn burned eternal.