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New Chapter Incoming👻

The only way I could make the OC's shine is if I connected them to characters who didn't get enough attention, so I connected them to the fanfic through Snape and gahh I am enjoying writing this, I'll post it on A03 after dinner

Harry's mouth moved but no sound emerged.

Snape's smile widened, revealing teeth that seemed too sharp. "Didn't think so."

He stepped closer, his presence filling the frozen air like poison. "You want to know what's truly pathetic about you, Potter? All this time, stumbling through dangers that should have killed you a dozen times over, and you never once asked the right question."

"What question?" Harry managed to whisper.

"Why are you still alive?"

The words hit Harry like physical blows. The memory core pulsed, feeding on his shock.

Snape began to circle him again, his voice rising with each step. "Oh! Let me guess, you think you're some Chosen One? Some golden boy destined for greatness? You think everything revolves around you don't you Potter, the famous Boy Who Lived, the one born with power and destined to vanquish the Dark Lord. It's pathetic that you still believe those fairytales, I'll tell you this Potter, you're an imbecile just like your incompetent father!"

Harry tried to speak, to defend himself, but Snape's words cut through him like knives.

"You're not chosen, Potter. You're bait. A worm on a hook, dangling in the water while the real predators circle beneath."

"That's not—"

"True?" Snape's laugh was sharp enough to cut glass. "Tell me, Potter, when has anyone ever told you the whole truth? When have you been ever prepared for what's coming? You are like a helpless little lamb always wandering into a new slaughterhouse that is beautifully decorated. And you think that means you're special."

Harry's world tilted. Every conversation with Dumbledore, every cryptic smile, every gentle deflection suddenly took on a sinister weight.

"The scar on your forehead," Snape continued, his voice dropping to a whisper that somehow filled the entire room. "You think it marks you as the hero? It's a brand, Potter. A collar. A reminder of exactly what you are."

"Stop ," Harry breathed, but the word had no power here.

"They didn't give you that scar to mark you for glory. They gave it to remind you where to kneel."

The memory core pulsed brighter, drinking in Harry's anguish like wine.

Snape leaned closer, his breath cold against Harry's ear. "Every victory you think you've won? Every time you've survived? It wasn't because you were strong, Potter. It was because you were useful. The moment you stop being useful…"

He pulled back, his amber eyes boring into Harry's green ones.

(HERE'S ANOTHER PART I FELT DEVIOUS WRITING )

"The boy is ready," it whispered. "The preparation is complete."

"NO!" Harry's voice cracked as he screamed. "I WON'T BE USED! You're trying to manipulate me just like—just like—"

"Just like what, Potter?" Snape's eyes glittered with malicious satisfaction. "Say it. Say the name of the force that's been moving you around like a chess piece since you entered this damned fortress."

"They're not—they wouldn't—" Harry's voice broke completely. "They care about me! They've been protecting me!"

Snape's laugh was like acid eating through steel. "Protecting you? You think it was your mother's love that kept you alive all these years? What a pathetic little child. Your mother's love died the moment she did, Potter. What's been keeping you alive is usefulness."

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So, this is how my Harry potter fanfic starts but I can't choose between these two versions of Vaelorian,cos yeah he is on the good side but at the same time,the dark version looks cleannn😭

The grand doors of the Citadel of Flame parted without touch—ancient oak and iron moving with the reverent sigh of prophecy fulfilled. No hand pushed them; no spell commanded their obedience. They simply yielded, as if the very stone and metal recognized what flesh and blood often failed to acknowledge.

Vaelorian paused at the threshold, feeling the weight of a thousand eyes settle upon him. The Hall of Arkanthos stretched before him—a cathedral to power that predated kingdoms and continents. Obsidian pillars rose like the ribcage of some fallen god, each etched with glyphs that pulsed with amber light. Above, the vaulted ceiling captured stars that had died millennia ago, their light preserved in enchanted glass.

He drew a slow breath. The air tasted of ozone and apprehension.

This is how worlds end, he thought. Not with armies at first, but with councils like this one.

His silver-threaded robes whispered against the marble floor as he moved forward. The diadem upon his brow—repository of a millennium's worth of spellcraft—felt heavier today. Each step echoed with finality. The gathered assembly—fifty-three of the most powerful beings alive—watched him with expressions ranging from reverence to barely concealed contempt.

At the curved table of obsidian sat the Archmages of the Seven Schools, their traditional rivalries momentarily set aside.

The Primarchs of the Wild Courts lounged with predatory grace, their eyes reflecting animal hunger. Representatives from the Veiled Kingdoms—those half-in and half-out of reality—shimmered like heat mirages. And scattered among them, those who claimed no allegiance but to magic itself: hermits, wanderers, and living legends.

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🔥 CHAPTER 1 — GRIMOIRE OF FORSAKEN BLOOD Avenara runs through flame and death to stop a ritual. Malachar rises, undead and vengeful. And Vaelorian enters the Temple of Final Flame with one last spell carved into his soul. This is not a war for power. It’s a war for what magic should be. “Sundering Aetheris.” ➤ [Read on AO3](https://archiveofourown.org/works/66349753)

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Chapter Drop Announcement

🔥 CHAPTER 1 — GRIMOIRE OF FORSAKEN BLOOD Avenara runs through flame and death to stop a ritual. Malachar rises, undead and vengeful. And Vaelorian enters the Temple of Final Flame with one last spell carved into his soul. This is not a war for power. It’s a war for what magic should be. “Sundering Aetheris.” ➤ [Read on AO3](https://archiveofourown.org/works/66349753)