Location: Earth 113-HYB – New Hogwarts Military Academy
Lightning flashed over a fortress carved from obsidian and steel. Once the proud home of magical learning, Hogwarts now loomed like a prison over the Scottish Highlands, its towers bristling with automated spell-cannons and drone sentries. Searchlights scanned the sky. Banners of silver and black, marked with the sigil of a mechanical Deathly Hallows, fluttered in the wind.
Inside, students marched in uniform—wands replaced with neural staves, magic suppressed with inhibitor chips embedded in their spines. Dumbledore—now known as High Marshal Albion—watched from the Headmaster's Tower, his once-twinkling eyes now replaced with glowing blue tech-lenses.
"The Guardian's remnants are stirring," he muttered. "But this world belongs to me now."
Arrival of the Eternal Vanguard
A ripple tore through the sky above the Forbidden Forest.
Jean, Kratos, Wanda, Storm, Strange, and Harry stepped onto corrupted soil. The air stank of burnt magic. The trees had been replaced with surveillance pylons.
"Smell that?" Kratos grunted. "Hope's been scorched."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Then let's light a fire."
He summoned the Pen of Fate, and reality bent, disguising the Vanguard as instructors sent from Albion's "Higher Codex Bureau."
They passed through the gates—unchallenged, for now.
Inside, they found classrooms turned into combat simulations, students drilled to obey and forget. Harry's heart clenched when he saw a portrait of himself—his corrupted self—mounted on a banner that read:
"Freedom is Chaos. Order is Everything."
Storm whispered, "He's poisoned their minds."
"Then let's remind them who I really am," Harry said grimly.
Phase One: Awaken the Forgotten
They split into teams.
Jean and Wanda infiltrated the Mind Conditioning Labs, where they found students strapped into memory-chairs, being fed false histories.
Jean reached out to one boy—scrawny, glasses cracked, hands trembling. "What's your name?"
"Tom," he whispered. "Tom Riddle."
Wanda's eyes widened. "Even here…"
Jean touched his temple and rewrote his memory stream. Tom, the boy—not the dark lord—remembered kindness, books, freedom. Tears streamed down his face.
"We have to free the others," he said.
Kratos and Storm took the Arena, where students were forced to duel without magic—only blunt weapons and brutal tactics.
Kratos stepped into the pit, unarmed.
"Come," he growled. "Let me teach you what it means to fight back."
He defeated instructor after instructor, refusing to hurt the children. One by one, the students laid down their weapons.
"Real strength isn't obedience," Storm said. "It's choice."
Thunder cracked, and the arena's power grids fried. Storm's magic had returned—to them all.
Phase Two: Confronting Albion
Strange teleported the group into the Headmaster's Tower, where High Marshal Albion waited.
He no longer resembled Dumbledore. His beard was braided with circuitry. His robes had become an armored exosuit. In his hand, a scepter made from the broken Elder Wand, reformed with tech-coding.
"So… the Guardian returns," he sneered.
Harry stepped forward. "You're not him. Not even close."
Albion raised the scepter, unleashing a blast of anti-magic code. The Vanguard shielded themselves as reality bent.
But Harry stood firm.
"I am the true Heir," he declared. "Heir of the Founders. Of Merlin. Of Death. Of the Multiverse. And you… are just a shadow."
He drove the Pen of Fate into the air and rewrote the room.
Walls peeled away. The lies of the world cracked.
The banners burned.
The students below looked up and saw—not Albion's portrait—but the real Harry Potter standing defiant in the sky.
And they remembered.
Phase Three: Rebellion Ignites
The academy exploded into chaos—not from destruction, but from awakening.
Students tore off their neural staves.
Magic surged as wands hidden for years found their owners again.
Tom Riddle led the charge from the lower floors. "FOR HOGWARTS!"
Kratos shattered Albion's tower with a single strike.
Wanda and Jean projected freedom spells through the whole academy, cleansing minds clouded by programming.
Storm flew into the sky and summoned a lightning phoenix—her storm magic declaring that Hogwarts was free again.
Harry stood over Albion, who now lay broken beneath rubble.
"You can't kill me," Albion hissed. "I am order."
Harry's eyes glowed. "No. You're just another false chapter."
With the Pen of Fate, he erased the tech-wrought Elder Wand from existence.
Albion vanished like bad ink on an old page.
Aftermath: Reclaimed
The academy was rebuilt in days.
Jean and Strange created a Memory Core to preserve the truth.
Kratos began training the students in strength and honor.
Storm established a new House—House Aether, for those born of corrupted worlds, now free to shape their destinies.
And Tom Riddle? He chose a new name.
Thomas Gaunt-Potter, in honor of the man who gave him freedom.
Harry watched from the tallest tower.
"We've reclaimed this tale," Jean said, stepping beside him.
Harry nodded. "One down. Countless corrupted worlds to go."
He looked at the sky—fractures still bleeding shadow in the distance.
"The Broken Quill is rewriting everything."
"And we'll rewrite it back," she said.
Harry grinned. "With better endings this time."
And with that, the Eternal Guardian turned toward the next world… ready to reclaim every stolen truth.