With my memories of the books still sharp in my mind, I knew exactly where every Horcrux had been hidden — every mistake, every blind spot that the original me had once overlooked.Now, armed with foresight and power beyond anything Voldemort could have imagined, I set out to collect what was once lost.
Black Manor came first. The air there was thick with old magic and the faint scent of decay. Kreacher still guarded the locket with fanatical loyalty, his devotion to the Black family unbroken even after so many years. But when I invoked the name of Regulus, his resolve wavered.With a few carefully chosen words — and a subtle thread of compulsion magic — the ancient house-elf yielded.The Slytherin Locket passed into my hands once again, its emerald surface pulsing faintly with imprisoned power.
Next came Gringotts.The goblin wards, designed to repel and kill intruders, were intricate — but not impenetrable. Armed with my perfected alchemical knowledge, I wove a cloaking spell intertwined with temporal displacement. The goblin alarms never even realized I was there. Deep in Bellatrix Lestrange's vault, I found Hufflepuff's Cup, glittering innocently among piles of cursed gold.I smiled. Too easy.
With the locket and cup secured, my work was complete. There was no reason to remain in that fractured timeline any longer.
"Ready?" I asked, glancing at Tam, who now wore the Ravenclaw Diadem with effortless grace. The faint aura around her shimmered — not purely dark, but something more balanced.She nodded, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's go home."
I closed my eyes and summoned the system's interface, feeling the familiar pull of spatial collapse and re-expansion. The air tore apart in silent brilliance, and in an instant, the world folded.
When I opened my eyes again, the shadows of Slytherin Manor welcomed me. The chill stone halls, the scent of burning incense, the pulse of ancient wards — it all felt right. Real. Mine.
Tam stood beside me, calm and composed, gazing around with quiet wonder."Your world feels… heavier," she said softly. "Like the air itself remembers you."
"It should," I replied with a smirk. "I've carved my name into its bones."
The artifacts — the cup, the locket, and the diary — hovered before me in mid-air. My collection was complete. Soon, I would dismantle and study each Horcrux, unravel their secrets, and absorb what fragments of power remained within them. No longer tools of immortality — but catalysts for evolution.
I turned to Tam. "Welcome to my world. From here on, the real work begins."
She smiled faintly, the sharp intelligence in her eyes reflecting my own. "Then let's make history."