The Beginning of the End
After capturing Voldemort, Harry, still in shock from what had just happened, managed to return to Hogwarts, still emotional, but also full of questions. He knew that it was not the end, not yet. Voldemort's shadow still hung over him, and it was far from over.
The twins Fred and George, who had followed every moment with anguish and relief, were there as soon as he arrived. They had no words to express everything they felt, but they stood by him, as they always had, ready to help him, to support him, no matter the situation. Harry, although exhausted and scarred by the confrontation, smiled at them, a tired but sincere smile. He knew that they were the only ones who understood how he felt and the pressure he was carrying.
"You did that, Harry. You really captured Voldemort. No one would have thought it possible," Fred said, shaking his head in admiration.
"And you got through it. You're not just a champion, Harry. You're so much more than that," George added, his eyes filled with concern and respect.
But Harry knew it wasn't over. He couldn't rest until Voldemort was eliminated for good. So he went to the Ministry of Magic, taking with him the cup and body of the former dark magician, who seemed nothing more than a lifeless figure. There, in the shadows of the great hall, he was about to accomplish what he never thought possible: to send Voldemort through the Veil of Death.
The Ministry was in turmoil. The Aurors, senior officials, and even some members of the Ministry didn't fully understand what was going on, but they were well aware that something monumental was at stake. In a secret room, out of sight, Harry approached the Veil, one of the most mysterious artifacts in the Department of Mysteries. The Veil, a kind of unfathomable portal, was supposed to be a door to the afterlife, but no wizard really knew what was on the other side.
"You're not escaping this time, Tom," Harry whispered, as he prepared to cast the spell that would change Voldemort's fate forever.
With newfound determination, Harry cast a powerful spell, an incantation he had studied carefully, a spell that sent Voldemort through the Veil. The latter disappeared in a luminous glimmer, his body dissolving into the shadow of the passage, leaving behind a heavy and solemn silence. Voldemort was finally out of the way forever.
But then something unexpected happened. A mysterious force seemed to envelop Harry. He felt a strange warmth run through his body, a sensation that was both intoxicating and powerful. Death itself seemed to honor him for what he had accomplished. She looked at him with her invisible eyes, a look filled with ancient wisdom, and she spoke, in a voice that resonated in Harry's mind.
"Harry Potter," she said, "you have accomplished what many thought impossible. You faced the great threat and eliminated it. For that, I reward you. You will inherit the Peverell Lordship, for you have provided Death with the soul of the one who has always wanted its power. The Peverell family welcomes you as their heir and grants you access to my three relics."
Harry felt a shiver run through his body at these words, a strange feeling of power and responsibility. He had never imagined that such an award could be his, but he knew that it was connected to something much older than he yet understood. When he became Lord Peverell, he found himself in possession of a complex and mystical magical heritage, linked to the Three Deathly Hallows. The key to his future had just been locked.
The Ministry, shocked by what had just happened, silently accepted this transition. However, everyone knew that Harry Potter, in addition to his role as a hero, was now tied to a power that very few could understand or imagine.
Back at Hogwarts, Harry was reunited with the twins. They were looking forward to him, a little worried, but also proud of him. When they learned of his accomplishments at the Ministry and the legacy he had just obtained, they could not help but express their admiration.
"Harry, you are now... Lord Peverell?" asked Fred, with a bewildered smile. "Do you realize what that means?"
Harry nodded. "I think so. But I don't know yet what I'm going to do with it, or what it entails."
George put a hand on her shoulder. "What we do know is that you've gained a huge amount of weight, but you're not alone. We'll always be there for you, Harry."
Fred added, "And if you need advice, you know where to find us. No pressure, huh, just a little help to the Lord of the Relics."
They burst out laughing, but Harry felt that all was not over. The future was uncertain, and the power that came with the title of Lord Peverell was a responsibility he would one day have to fully face. But with the twins by his side, Harry knew he would never be alone in this ordeal.
The end is the beginning of all things." — Plato