Time flew by so quickly it felt like a blur. From the moment Harry arrived, everything changed. Not in a loud, explosive way, but in the quiet shifting of routines, of purpose. My life had already been filled with layered training, rigorous study, and flame-bound legacy.
Now Harry was in the middle of it too he struggled constantly and it made me respect him more than ever. My mother and Aunt Aster didn't go easy on him and didn't or shy away from any subjects to him not once.
They taught him about every aspect of magic they new magic not just British wand lore and spell chants, but true magic. Alchemical roots from all over the world, elemental traditions from East Asia, bloodline protections from Africa. They taught him about the British Wizarding World—its institutions, its biases, and the unspoken hierarchies that first generation witches and wizards like Lily Potter had fought against in silence for years.
They were never soft about the truth and told him why so few of the Sacred Twenty-Eight ever married Muggle-born. And how it was hard for Muggle born witches and wizards to thrive in the British society compared to the rest of the world. Mom told him why Sirius Black was rotting in Azkaban without a trial.
Aster told him how the Ministry feared change more than corruption. It was a lot for a nine-year-old to take in. He was overwhelmed more often than not, buried in books and lectures, his eyes glassy with exhaustion by midday but he never quit not once.
I was always there to help.
(Spells)-I walked him through it sometimes held his hands steady during wandless trials, redirected his breathing when he lost control of ambient current.
(Potions and Alchemy)-We brewed side-by-side. When he forgot ingredients, I whispered them. When he over-stirred, I fixed the temperature before the cauldron could explode.
(Muggle academics)- Math. Science. History, Economics. I translated for him when he hit mental walls. Connected the concepts to magic, helped him realize it all fit together.
But fitness training that was something he had to learn the hard way. Mom didn't go easy on him just because he was the Boy Who Lived. Aunt Aster especially didn't. I'd seen Harry thrown into the pool to force him to use movement magic to stay afloat until he learn to tredd naturally and swim. I watched him come home with bruises after boxing matches. His complaints didn't buy him mercy—only better footwork next time.
Somewhere in all of that the seasons shifted. Our Birthdays passed—quiet ones with us turning 10. No flashy parties. Just us, and the warmth of a family table with cake in the summer weather. Summer faded. Autumn followed with wandless duels in the garden under turning leaves.
Winter came and Christmas with it.
Snow fell against the enchanted windows. I gave Harry a wand-polishing kit and a book on Fantastic beast and where to find them signed by Newt Scamander himself (Aunt Aster help me). He gave me a ring embedded with tiny alchemical runes—it was a focus charm Aster helped him craft. I wore it every day.
By the time January arrived, the air in the manor had changed. We were both turning 11 this year and needed to decide which school we were gonna enroll in. Before that I had other concerns.
The real countdown had begun I had made good progress.
> Flame Proficiency
– White Flame: Intermediate (5%)
– Gold Flame: Intermediate (5%)
– Black Flame: Novice (10%)
The Black Flame hadn't moved not even a little. No matter how I trained it—no matter what pressure I applied—it remained still. Like it was waiting. Watching.
My other studies were ahead of schedule.
> Wandless Affinity: Intermediate (80%)
Telekinesis: Intermediate (85%)
Invisible Wall: Intermediate (20%)
Even the Harry Potter Quest had progressed.
> [Quest: Influence Harry Potter's Life for the Better] – 20% Complete
But I couldn't shake the feeling… I wasn't doing enough. That feeling turned into certainty one night. It started during my usual meditation. I sat on a floating wall of energy—four feet off the ground, legs crossed, breathing slow.
I activated Mind's Eye, watching the house through its new lens It helped me see truth. Emotion. Aura. Intention. And when I turned toward Harry's room… ...my breath caught.
His aura was mostly green. Healthy. Strong-willed. But at the center of his head, curled behind his eyes, I saw it a black mass it was dense and unmoving. Like a tumor of something unnatural—not his. A corruption.
A tether to a soul that wasn't alive… but wasn't gone either. I knew what it was instantly that is Voldemort's Horcrux. The fragment of Voldemort himself, lodged inside Harry's scar.
I stared at it for a long time then I turned off my Mind's Eye my hands were cold. That night, long after training ended, I waited. Harry was already asleep. Worn out from sparring with enchanted suits of armor and a three-hour lecture on bloodline lineage his mostly.
He didn't stir and I stood in the dark beside his bed. A tiny Black Flame danced in my open palm. Small. Contained. Flickering with more hunger than heat.
I held it there watching it and watching him. I could do it. Maybe. Use the flame to burn out the infection. To rip Voldemort's soul from Harry's body without him ever knowing.
Or… I could kill him.I stood still in the shadows of Harry's room, the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of his breath the only sound.
The tiny Black Flame floated just above my palm—calm, controlled, yet still undeniably alive. Flickers of gold and white curled within it now, evidence of everything I'd learned… and everything Aster warned me about.
"The flame doesn't corrupt you. It magnifies what's already inside." I looked down at Harry, sleeping peacefully.
I knew I had to trust myself not for the raw power or the rewards but for him and for myself. I exhaled slowly, activating Mind's Eye once again. The green aura around Harry glowed warmly—but the black mass behind his forehead remained like rot beneath light.
I focused and pushed the flame forward until it hovered inches above his scar. The Black Flame for resolution will devour my enemies and weaknesses and make me stronger. I will remove you, you parasite.
The flame kissed his skin and the world shifted. There was no scream. No cry. Only a brief tremor—Harry's body jolted, then stilled, breath resuming with peaceful rhythm. The black mass shriveled and evaporated into the flame, swallowed without resistance. For the first time, the Black Flame did not consume indiscriminately.
It obeyed only the black mass was gone and the moment it finished, energy hit me like lightning. I staggered back, breath caught in my throat.
> [System Notifications Incoming…]
"AIA—take over," I whispered, staggering to my room.
> Acknowledged. Summarizing in sequence. I sat down on my bed as the flood of information began.
> [Flame Proficiency Increase]
– Black Flame: Intermediate (20%)
– Gold Flame: Intermediate (20%)
– White Flame: Intermediate (20%)
> [Skill Proficiency Increase]
– Wandless Magic Affinity: Advanced (1%)
– Telekinesis: Advanced (1%)
> [Quest Completed: No Hands]
– Reward:
– (x2) Magical Amplification Potions
– (x2) Hidden Potential Unsealing Potions
– Bonus Reward: [Item Acquired]
I barely had time to blink before the system rolled into the next set.
> [Quest Progress: Influence Harry Potter's Life for the Better]
– Progress: 40% Complete
> [New Skills Acquired]
– Parseltongue: Novice (20%)
– You can now understand and speak to serpents. Higher proficiency allows control and resistance to snake-affiliated curses and creatures.
>Legilimency: Novice (40%)
– Basic ability to sense, read, and lightly probe surface thoughts and memories.
– Occlumency: Novice (40%)
– Initial mental shielding against magical intrusion, manipulation, or influence.
> [Bonus Reward: Acquired Item – Felix Felicis (1 dose)]
– Liquid Luck: One-time consumable. Greatly enhances intuition, reaction time, and favorable outcomes for several hours.
I stared at the interface the magnitude of what I had just done… hadn't truly hit me until now. I really did it I had altered Harry Potter's fate I had changed the rules. I grinned to myself—but only for a moment.
Because before I could even close my thoughts everything went black and it felt like I was falling. When I opened my eyes again… I was nowhere but a white void, endless but felt serene. Ahead of me, suspended in the heart of the void like a celestial queen upon her throne of starlight, sat the one I had only seen once before. Magi, The Goddess of Magic Her brown skin glowed like a sunset over warm earth. Her golden eyes shine like Suns at high noon.
I floated in a blank infinity.
A pulse of timeless silence surrounded me, cradled me, watched me.
And then…
She appeared.
Magi.
The Goddess of Magic.
But this time… she was different.
More vivid.
More real.
She sat poised in a throne that seemed to ripple between shadow and starlight, carved from obsidian and lined with veins of violet energy pulsing like a heartbeat. Her black robes clung to her with deliberate grace—flowing, powerful, yet tantalizing in the way only divinity could manage. Gold runes shimmered along the fabric, constantly shifting like they were alive, whispering languages I wasn't ready to understand.
Her long legs crossed as she settled into the seat, one graceful arm draped over the throne's edge. The robe shifted just enough to reveal thick thighs, a gleam of an ebony anklet, and another violet gem, pulsing softly like the one set in the necklace between her full chest.(Image here)
Her presence wasn't seductive.
It was celestial.
Like beauty weaponized by serenity.
Her lips never moved.
Yet her voice echoed in my mind, layered with tones that felt like memory and thunder intertwined.
> "Welcome back, Jasen. Or… should I say Callum? Which do you prefer?"
I blinked. I looked down.
There was no body. No skin. No flesh.
Just a floating flame.
Me.
> "Please… call me whatever you like, Magi."
There was a pause, long and slow.
> "Very well… Callum. We need to talk about your progress."
My flame flickered. Something in her tone shifted.
> "You are advancing well—but too quickly. Be cautious. You're changing too much, too fast. If you continue at this pace, the world will respond. It always does."
"…The world?"
> "Yes. Gaia, if you wish to personify it. The universe as well. They are not blind, and they do not like imbalance. Your presence is small now. But your impact is becoming visible."
I tried to focus my flame, steady it.
"Are others… watching me? Besides you?"
> "Yes."
"Who?"
> "...My Authority is not high enough to answer that."
My core pulsed sharply. That answer again.
"So… what about the journal? The blue and gold one. Was that you?"
She paused again, the light of her eyes dimming slightly.
> "No. I did not create that. But you may trust it. It will not harm you. It was placed in your path to help you."
I felt both relief and deeper curiosity.
"Alright. And in your opinion—how am I doing?"
> "You are doing well… for a novice."
There was a slight weight to the word novice.
I smiled internally. "Not bad for a dead guy."
> "Progress should never be mistaken for mastery, Callum. You've only begun."
"Did you create my family and their history?"
Another pause.
> "No. That wasn't me. I was… helping out a wild friend."
I blinked. "Who?"
> "Your Authority is not high enough."
I hissed. "Right. That again."
"What does that mean, exactly—Authority?"
> "It is the strength of your soul. The influence you can wield in this reality. It governs what you can perceive, what you can access, and what the universe will allow you to learn."
"And how do I raise it?"
> "I will not tell you that. That part is yours to discover."
I was quiet for a moment.
"So is that why you pulled me here? To warn me? Tell me to slow down and stop asking too many questions?"
> "…No."
Her voice shifted—subtle, heavier.
> "I didn't pull you here, Callum. You were about to die."
My flame flickered. "What?"
> "Your body—your child body—absorbed too much power, too fast. The soul was intact. The vessel… was collapsing. I pulled you here to protect your core."
The weight of that hit me hard.
"I almost died?"
> "Yes. Unless you were born a demi-god or bred with a mutagenic core, your current body cannot handle such influxes without breaks. Rapid magical infusion is not safe for your development. Your system compensates for growth, but the body is still young. Fragile."
I paused.
"…Thank you."
She nodded once. The atmosphere seemed to shift—gentler, less sterile.
> "You may continue training. But do not take another Magical Amplification or Hidden Potential Unsealing Potion until you are at least thirteen. Let your soul and body grow together. Or you will die next time."
"Got it. Makes sense."
Then I hesitated, my flame pulsing a little brighter.
"…So why the new outfit?"
The air changed.
Magi smirked—the barest curve of her lips.
> "I don't have the Authority to tell you that."
Before I could say—
"What the fu—"
The void snapped shut.