Prologue #2
The news spread like wildfire.
Harry Potter was dead.
The Boy Who Lived had died.
The Chosen One had fallen.
The Wizarding World was in shock and grief.
Some people refused to believe it.
Some people blamed themselves for it.
Some people celebrated it.
But no one knew the truth behind it.
No one knew that Harry Potter had not really died.
No one knew that he had been reborn in another world.
No one knew that he had become an elf prince in Celestrialis.
No one knew that he had a new name: Ardalion Elionar Aelarion.
No one knew that he had a new destiny: to save both worlds from a dark threat.
No one knew that he would return one day: as the Starborn Savior.
And no one knew that Hermione Granger had betrayed him: under the threats of Dumbledore.
The funeral was over.
The mourners had left.
The grave was covered with flowers.
Only one person remained.
Hermione Granger stood by Harry Potter’s tombstone, tears streaming down her face. She clutched a photo album in her hands, filled with memories of their friendship.
She opened it and flipped through the pages, smiling and sobbing at the same time.
There was Harry on his first day at Hogwarts, wearing his oversized robes and glasses.
There was Harry in his first Quidditch match, catching the golden snitch.
There was Harry on his first date with Ginny, holding her hand and kissing her cheek.
There was Harry in his last battle with Voldemort, in the Department of Mysteries,raising his wand and shouting “Expelliarmus!”
There was Harry falling through the veil, with a sad expression on his face, after Sirius's "supposed"death .
Hermione closed the album and hugged it to her chest.
She whispered softly, “I’m sorry, Harry. I’m so sorry.”
She looked up at the sky and saw a shooting star.
She closed her eyes and made a wish.
She wished that Harry was still alive.
She wished that he was happy.
She wished that he was somewhere better than here.
She wished that he could forgive her for what she had done,for betraying him
Little did she know that her wish had come true.
Little did she know that Harry was still alive.
Little did she know that he was happy.
Little did she know that he was somewhere better than here.
Little did she know that he had forgiven her for what she had done.
Little did she know that he would come back one day.
Little did she know that he would come back as Ardalion Elionar Aelarion.
In Hogwarts few a days later after the funeral:-
"ALBUS TOO MANY BLOODLY NAMES DUMBLEDORE!!!!"
"WHAT!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
"I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION,HOW COULD HE DIE!!!"
The voice echoed through the corridors of Hogwarts, attracting the attention of students and teachers alike. They followed the source of the noise, until they reached the entrance hall, where they saw a furious figure standing in front of the headmaster’s office.
It was Professor McGonagall.
She had returned from her summer break, only to find out that her favorite student had died in a mysterious accident. She had rushed to Hogwarts, hoping to find some answers, some comfort, some closure.
But what she found was something else.
She found betrayal.
She found out that Hermione Granger, one of her brightest and most loyal students, had betrayed Harry under the threats of Dumbledore. She had given him a cursed necklace that had caused him to fall through the veil in the Department of Mysteries. She had done it to protect her parents from Dumbledore’s wrath, who had threatened to kill them if she didn’t cooperate.
She had done it to save her own skin.
McGonagall couldn’t believe it.
She couldn’t accept it.
She couldn’t forgive it.
She wanted to confront them.
She wanted to make them pay.
She wanted to make them suffer.
She banged on the door of the headmaster’s office, shouting and cursing at Dumbledore. She ignored the pleas and warnings of the other teachers, who tried to calm her down and reason with her. She ignored the stares and whispers of the other students, who watched her with shock and pity. She ignored everything but her own rage and grief.
She wanted answers.
She wanted justice.
She wanted revenge.
The door opened with a loud creak, revealing an old man with a long white beard and half-moon glasses. He looked at McGonagall with a calm and sad expression, as if he had expected her arrival.
He was Albus Dumbledore.
He was the headmaster of Hogwarts.
He was the leader of the Order of the Phoenix.
He was the mastermind behind Harry’s death.
He was the one who had changed everything.
He said in a soft voice:
“Hello, Minerva. Please come in. I’ve been expecting you.”
After that when they went inside the office:
Dumbledore closed the door behind them, locking it with a flick of his wand. He gestured for McGonagall to sit down on one of the chairs in front of his desk, while he took his own seat behind it. He looked at her with a calm and sad expression, as if he had expected her arrival.
He said in a soft voice:
“Hello, Minerva. Please sit down. I’ve been expecting you.”
McGonagall glared at him with a furious and hurt expression, as if she had never seen him before.
She said in a loud voice:
“Don’t you dare act like nothing has happened, Albus! Don’t you dare pretend that you care about me or Harry! Don’t you dare try to manipulate me with your lies and excuses!”
She refused to sit down, preferring to stand up and face him with her full height.
She said in an angry voice:
“You killed him, Albus! You killed Harry Potter! The boy who lived! The chosen one! The best student I ever had! The closest thing I ever had to a son! You killed him!”
Dumbledore sighed and shook his head.
He said in a gentle voice:
“No, Minerva. I didn’t kill him. I saved him.”
McGonagall snorted and rolled her eyes.
She said in a sarcastic voice:
“Saved him? Is that what you call sending him to his death? Is that what you call forcing Hermione to betray him? Is that what you call playing with his life like a chess piece?”
Dumbledore nodded and smiled sadly.
He said in a sincere voice:
“Yes, Minerva. That is exactly what I call saving him. Because that is exactly what I did.”
He paused and looked at her with a serious expression.
He said in a solemn voice:
“Minerva, there is something you need to know. Something that only I know. Something that changes everything.”
He leaned forward and lowered his voice.
He said in a mysterious voice:
“Harry Potter is not dead.”
McGonagall gasped and stared at him with disbelief. She said in a shocked voice: “What do you mean he’s not dead? How can he not be dead? Where is he then? What have you done with him?”
Dumbledore sighed and shook his head. He said in a gentle voice: “Minerva, please calm down. I know this is hard to believe, but it’s true. Harry Potter is not dead. He is alive and well in another world. A world called Arda - Middle-earth.”
McGonagall felt a surge of hope and fear in her chest. She said in a hesitant voice: “Arda - Middle-earth? What is that? Some kind of fairy tale? Some kind of trick?”
Dumbledore smiled sadly and nodded. He said in a sincere voice: “No, Minerva. Arda - Middle-earth is not a fairy tale. It’s not a trick. It’s the real world. A world of magic and wonder. A world of different magical races. A world where Harry has found a new home. A new family. A new name.”
He paused and looked at her with a serious expression. He said in a solemn voice: “Minerva, there is something you need to know. Something that only I know. Something that changes everything.”
He leaned forward and lowered his voice. He said in a mysterious voice: “Harry Potter is not dead. His new name is Elionar "
At Riddle Mansion:-
"SILENCE" An order was heard throughout the mansion where the Riddles once resided. The voice belonged to Lord Voldemort, the most feared dark wizard of all time.
One might be wondering, what was this master so angered of? Well, if you had his testy temper, and viewed the earlier ruckus going on, you would be very irritated as well.
To the Death Eaters, it was supposed to feel like a glorious victory. At Bellatrix's news that the oh-so-famous Potter brat had fallen, they had been planning to celebrate the fall as the source of their previous woes.They had been planning to go to the Malfoy Manor and drink out the whole wine cellar, and perhaps run a raid on mudblood families or something for fun, but Peter had run in, and had to ruin all the fun. Lucius was the only one to be even slightly relieved at the news he gave.
At least, until Voldemort had come and overheard.
"It can't be… I saw him fall!" Bellatrix hissed, not nearly as cowed by her master's rage than the others when he exploded. "He ran right into it, trying to save my idiot relation. He is deceased!" she insisted, but stumbled a little as Voldemort stopped his pacing to whip around and turn on her.
"Dumbledore is a foolish old man, but he is a smart fool nonetheless." As much as he hated to admit it, "If he says there is a possibility of the boy being alive, then we cannot ignore the possibility!" he snarled, making his most loyal follower flinch back.
"If I may, my lord…" Lucius interjected slowly, bowing a little to avoid Voldemort's irritated gaze. "…Dead or alive, we cannot be sure anymore, but if the Potter boy is in fact not deceased, how do we know? You cannot simply follow the fool's move by running into the Veil itself-"
Lucius was silenced by a firm hand held up. Voldemort's expression "I can't" he turned to glare at Peter. "But you can."
"M-me?" Peter sputtered, "M-my lord I am bu-but a simple spy, I cannot do s-su-such a task – what if it kills me?"
"Then you die," Voldemort sneered, "But you are right about one thing, you cannot do such a task, and surely not alone. Therefore, someone else will go with you."
"Let me… 'assist' the rat, my lord," Bellatrix piped up again now that Voldemort's anger had abated. "I can keep him under control!"
"No," he growled. "As much as I trust your persistence to get the job done, Bellatrix…" he turned to her, "I'm afraid you lack the stealth to succeed. If Dumbledore's suspicions are correct, and if dear Pettigrew's news is accurate, then where that Veil leads is someplace foreign…"
Bellatrix nearly growled, irritated knowing that she had just been dismissed.
Lucius smirked at his sister-in-law. With her suffocating obsession with the Death Eater cause and obnoxious air, it was gratifying to see her put down by her own 'god'. Merlin knew if he would ever invite her for a personal party again. His ears would never be cured from her insane cackling in his study room.
"Then who do you suggest shall accompany the rat, my lord?" Malfoy Sr. enquired. Though he was glad his… dear relation was being denied, even he himself wouldn't want to take the mission. For various reasons, and even he could admit that Pettigrew's lack of hygiene was one of them.
Voldemort didn't answer right away as he turned to go down the hall. "Fetch me my double-crosser…"
"Snape?" Bellatrix suddenly spat, "He cannot be trusted! His loyalty has wavered, he's no doubt become a part of the light side now!"
"Then all the more reason for him to test the arch of death," said Voldemort, turning to give all of his followers a cold glare. "I expect no more objections…"
No one dared to speak out, fearing to provoke their master’s wrath even further. After a few minutes of tense silence, the Dark Lord turned around and left the hall without giving any more orders. He was followed by his loyal Death Eaters, who did not question his decisions or actions.
Only one of them seemed oblivious to the danger they were in. Goyle, a burly and dim-witted man, stepped forward and asked in a loud voice:
“Does that mean we have to put away the ale?”
Lucius Malfoy mumbled “Idiot” under his breath. He thought that Goyle was either very foolish or very brave to question the already enraged Dark Lord Voldemort. He hoped that Voldemort would not hear him or punish him for his stupidity.
The tension in Riddle Mansion was palpable as Lord Voldemort considered the next steps to confirm whether Harry Potter was truly dead or alive. The mention of Severus Snape, the Potions Master and a figure shrouded in ambiguity, seemed to unsettle some of the Death Eaters. However, Voldemort's authority was unquestioned at this moment.
As for Goyle's interruption, it highlighted the often bizarre and darkly comedic moments that could arise amidst the chaos of Voldemort's followers. Lucius Malfoy's muttered response reflected the exasperation many felt, yet no one dared to openly challenge the Dark Lord's decision.
The air was thick with tension as Lord Voldemort paced in the Riddle Mansion, pondering his next move. He had just learned that Harry Potter might not be dead after all, and he was determined to find out the truth. He had chosen two of his Death Eaters for a dangerous mission: Peter Pettigrew and Severus Snape.
Pettigrew was a cowardly traitor who had betrayed his friends to join Voldemort. He was terrified of facing the Veil, a mysterious archway that led to an unknown realm. He stuttered, “M-My Lord, are you sure about this? What if it’s a trap or a certain death?”
Voldemort sneered at him with cold authority. “Wormtail, your loyalty to me will be tested. If you fail, you know the consequences.”
Pettigrew nodded frantically, sweat dripping from his forehead. He had no choice but to obey Voldemort, or face a worse fate.
Snape was a cunning spy who had been playing both sides for years. He had hidden secrets in his dark eyes, and he was calm and resolute. He said, “As you wish, my Lord. I shall assist Pettigrew in this endeavour.”
Voldemort gave him a final warning look before sending them off. He did not trust Snape completely, but he hoped he would serve his purpose.
The two Death Eaters left for their perilous mission, leaving behind a sense of foreboding. Voldemort’s orders were clear, and the stakes were high. Pettigrew’s fear was palpable, and he could not afford to fail. Snape’s motives were obscure, and he had a chance to further his agenda.
As they approached the Veil, they felt a shadow of uncertainty looming over them.
Back at Riddle Mansion, the remaining Death Eaters were left with a lingering tension. Bellatrix, denied her chance to join the mission, seethed with frustration and disappointment. Voldemort’s decision left her to ponder the enigmatic Snape’s role in all of this.
She couldn’t understand why her master had chosen Snape over her. She had always been loyal, devoted, and fanatical about serving him. She had endured torture, imprisonment, and ridicule for his sake. She had even killed her own cousin for him. And yet, he had preferred Snape, a traitor who had betrayed him twice.
She hated Snape with a passion. She hated his smugness, his intelligence, his skill. She hated his closeness to Voldemort, his influence over him, his secrets from him. She hated that he had survived when so many others had died. She hated that he had escaped her wrath when she had tried to kill him.
She wanted to expose him for what he was: a spy, a liar, a coward. She wanted to prove herself to Voldemort as his most faithful servant. She wanted to make Snape pay for everything he had done.
She decided to take matters into her own hands.
She sneaked out of the mansion, following the trail of Pettigrew and Snape. She was determined to find them and stop them from completing their mission. She was convinced that Snape was planning to betray Voldemort again, and she was eager to catch him in the act.
She didn’t care about the risks or the consequences. She only cared about her obsession.
She was Bellatrix Lestrange.
And she was on a hunt.
Meanwhile back in The forest in Mythosia:-
Under the sparkling Mythosian sky, as their journey together began, Ardalion felt a surge of joy and gratitude. He knew that his new family was his true home, a source of light and love that would guide him through every challenge and adventure. And as he gazed at the sky above, he marvelled at the wonder of being in a new world, a world that awaited his discovery and exploration.
• • •
Ardalion and his new Mythosian family made their way back to the royal carriage under the rising moon, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of exhaustion and excitement. The enchanting world of Mythosia had captivated his young heart, and he longed to explore more of its mysteries.
His mother Elinor noticed his weariness and suggested it was time for rest, to which Ardalion, while still adjusting to the idea of calling her "Mother," agreed with a nod. He was grateful for her guidance and the sense of security her presence provided.
As they approached the carriage, Ardalion's father Valmorin, perhaps sensing his fatigue, scooped him up in his arms and carried him with tenderness. Ardalion found comfort in his father's strong embrace, a bond between them forming even in this new and unfamiliar world.
However, as they drew nearer to the carriage, Ardalion's keen eyes spotted some unusual creatures, unlike anything he had seen before. They appeared to be pulling the carriage, and other similar creatures guarded it alongside the Royal Guards.
Ardalion's curiosity was piqued, and he couldn't help but wonder about the magical beings that inhabited Mythosia. His new family, including his older siblings, also took notice of Ardalion's fascination and exchanged knowing glances. Mythosia was full of wonders and surprises, and it seemed that young Ardalion was on the brink of many more discoveries and adventures.
As Ardalion stepped into the Celestial Carriage with his new family, he was immediately captivated by its interior. The design of the carriage's interior was nothing short of breathtaking, a testament to the magical beauty of Mythosia.
The seats were upholstered with luxurious celestial-blue velvet, resembling the night sky itself. Tiny luminescent points adorned the fabric, mimicking stars that shimmered and twinkled. It was a visual spectacle, and Ardalion couldn't help but feel like he was sitting among the constellations.
Not only was the interior visually stunning, but the celestial-blue velvet also provided an unparalleled level of comfort. The softness of the fabric was a welcome contrast to the adventures of the day, offering a regal place for passengers to rest.
To complement the celestial elegance, delicate Ethereal Sapphires were embedded in the cushions. These gemstones added an extra layer of charm and luxury to the already magnificent interior. Ardalion couldn't help but reach out to touch one of the sapphires, feeling the ethereal energy emanating from it.
As the carriage began to move, Ardalion settled into the seat, surrounded by celestial beauty and comfort. He couldn't help but think that his journey in Mythosia was truly beginning, and the enchanting world around him held endless wonders and secrets waiting to be discovered.