The hum of my computer filled the room — a familiar, comforting sound, like a lullaby of electricity and obsession.My eyes burned from hours of staring at the monitor, but I couldn't stop grinning. One last side quest.
After five hundred and thirty hours of gameplay, countless nights without sleep, and far too many cups of coffee, the golden text finally appeared across the top of the screen:
"100% COMPLETION ACHIEVED."
I let out a cry that was half laughter, half disbelief. "Yes! Take that, Ranrok!"My chair creaked as I leaned back, raising my arms in victory. For a moment, I just sat there, basking in the glow of the achievement. My masterpiece was complete.
Physics may have been my life's work — I'd just graduated with a doctorate, after all — but magic had always been my secret passion. The equations of the universe were beautiful, but nothing compared to the feeling of casting a spell in Hogwarts Legacy, hearing that satisfying hum of ancient magic answering your call.
I stared at my character on the screen — Luna Potter, Slytherin prodigy, saviour of Hogwarts, and secret wielder of ancient magic. My creation. My digital reflection.
"Not bad, Luna," I murmured. "We make a hell of a team."
The thought should've been comforting. Instead, it felt… eerie. For a split second, the glow of my monitor flickered — blue light rippling through the air like water disturbed by an unseen hand.
"What the—?"
A faint humming filled the room, higher in pitch than my computer could ever produce. The air shimmered, threads of sapphire energy crawling across the desk, dancing along the edges of my keyboard, and then—
BOOM.
A flash of blinding blue consumed everything. My computer exploded outward in a shower of light — not fire, not smoke, just magic. My body seized, frozen mid-breath, the air thick and impossible to move through.
My last rational thought as a scientist was pure confusion:This isn't electricity. This is… energy conversion at an impossible level.
Then, I saw it — a blue crystal forming around me, transparent and cold. My body locked in place as if reality itself had decided to preserve me.
Panic rose in my chest, but no sound came out. My heart thundered, my thoughts spiralled—
And then, silence.
Darkness folded around me, and I was no longer sure if I was alive or dead.
For what felt like years — or seconds — I floated in that crystalline void, trapped between thought and dream. Then the visions came: a manor in the English countryside, the crest of a proud wizarding family, the name Potter whispered with pity because their daughter had no magic.
But then came more — flickers of impossible memory.A carriage under dragonfire.Vault Twelve in Gringotts.The shimmer of Ancient Magic in my veins.Sebastian Sallow's smirk, Ominis Gaunt's quiet voice, Professor Fig's determined eyes.
My heart began to race. These weren't just dreams. They were memories.
I was remembering a life I had never lived.
By the time the last memory struck — the battle with Ranrok, the dragon made of corrupted magic, the unbearable surge of power as I tried to absorb it — pain exploded behind my eyes.
I screamed, though no sound escaped the crystal.
And then everything went white.