Location: Nexus Citadel – The Eternal Spire
The Eternal Spire stood taller than any mountain, formed from crystallized fragments of every saved timeline. Its core shimmered with light drawn from every dimension. At its peak, floating alone in quiet radiance, was The Guardian's Flame—the last trace of Harry Potter.
Jean stood before it, her red hair catching the golden glow.
Her fingertips brushed the air, and it responded with a pulse of warm light, as if recognizing her presence.
"He's still here," she whispered.
Kratos stood behind her, his great arms crossed. "A part of him became the lock that holds the multiverse together. But the boy… the man… he endures."
She looked over her shoulder. "You feel him too."
Kratos nodded. "The threads of fate do not lie. His soul… touches every strand now."
Across the Multiverse – The Echoes of the Guardian
On Earth-616, a new generation of Avengers gathered. Riri Williams, the young Ironheart, trained under Steve Rogers. Kamala Khan led missions through fractured space pockets. Peter Parker visited the Eternal Flame in New York once a year, just to talk.
In Earth-928, Spider-Man 2099 saw flickers of a boy in glasses guiding time anomalies back into place.
On Krakoa, Jean returned to her people. She founded the Order of the Phoenix Ascendant, a multiversal guardian corps led by powerful mutants who remembered what Harry gave them.
In Olympus, Artemis and Hermes told stories of their lost brother—the boy born of gods who became greater than all of them.
And in Asgard, Thor placed Harry's name among the All-Father runes.
In every reality where Harry had touched, a ripple of hope, of legend, of eternity remained.
He wasn't just remembered.
He was felt.
Location: Earth Prime – Hogwarts Reborn
Years passed. Then decades.
On one of the surviving Earths—where magic still bloomed and Hogwarts had been rebuilt—a young girl stepped through the Great Hall's restored doors.
She had messy black hair. Bright green eyes. A scar-shaped birthmark on her palm—not her forehead.
The professors looked at her with recognition.
"Name?" asked Professor Granger-Weasley.
"Lilith Potter," the girl said. "I think… I think I'm here to learn what my grandfather began."
Magic sparked behind her eyes.
In the shadows, a whisper of wind rustled the tapestry of the Founders. For just a moment, four wands engraved with ancient names—Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw—glowed softly.
And the Sword of Merlin vibrated faintly in its glass case.
The Heir's blood had returned.
Location: The Nexus – The Flame Awakens
Back at the Eternal Spire, Jean meditated at the Guardian's Flame. Her mind floated beyond her body, her thoughts brushing against the current of the multiverse.
She expected peace.
Instead, she felt… a stir.
Not danger.
Awakening.
The flame pulsed brighter than it had in years.
Kratos opened his eyes mid-meditation, brow furrowing.
"Something's happening."
Then the Pen of Fate, long stored beneath the Nexus, rose on its own—hovering in midair.
The Sword of Avalon, once sealed in the Citadel vault, shimmered into view.
From the heart of the Flame, a voice echoed—not out loud, but deep into the minds of all those who had once stood beside him.
"Time resets. The threads pull again. A new war is coming."
Jean stood slowly, tears gathering in her eyes. "Harry?"
"Not gone. Only preparing. The multiverse needs a Guardian… once more."
Epilogue: The Flame Reforged
Lightning struck the Nexus.
Across infinite Earths, the skies darkened and stars flared out of place.
New threats emerged—gods from voids untouched by history, Titans who never fell, fragments of the Devourer seeking rebirth.
And then, in the Eternal Spire, a second flame sparked beside the first.
Two.
Balance and Action.
Memory and Will.
From the crystal heart, a figure began to take shape. A body forged of stardust and bloodline, of ink and prophecy. A figure with glasses. A scar that had long since faded but never forgotten. A voice shaped by lifetimes of war, pain, and love.
Harry Potter, reborn.
But not as a child.
Not as a mortal.
As the Eternal Guardian of the Multiverse.
Eyes glowing silver. Cloak trailing the winds of time. Deathly Hallows orbiting his shoulders like moons. The Pen in one hand. The Sword in the other.
And a smile that said:
"I'm not done yet."