After the death of his godfather, Sirius Black, Hadrian returns to the Dursleys' house carrying scars that no one can see. The loss has torn him apart from within, and now he lives with the weight of grief, guilt, and fear. His mind is a silent battlefield where memories and shadows intertwine.
 It is on this fragile ground that something begins to awaken.
 A presence. A voice.
 Something that has always been there, dormant in the depths of his being, waiting for the right moment to emerge. Is it a forgotten part of himself? Or an intruder that, after years of silence, has finally found a way to speak? Whatever it is, it can no longer be contained.
Meanwhile, Lord Mortavius, the most feared of wizards, discovers the true content of the Chosen One's Prophecy. The meaning of each word sparks in him a methodical fury and a deadly obsession. And so, an unrelenting hunt begins with a single purpose: to see Harry Potter's head on a silver platter.
But destiny has more to offer than the mere clash between hero and villain.
 Behind the scenes of the war, a cult of fanatics begins to move. A dark group, with ancient rituals and distorted beliefs, that sees in Harry something beyond a boy cursed by a scar.
 Something they desire or fear.

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For the safety and well-being of readers, it is hereby informed that the title of this work, as well as the names of certain main characters, have been deliberately omitted or altered. This decision was made to limit any potential influence or magical resonance that such identities might exert over those who come into contact with the content described herein.
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Vernon groaned and tried to speak, but his voice failed. From the shadows writhing beside Mortavius, Nagini—the horrifying serpent—emerged, growing rapidly until she became a colossal snake ten meters long and one meter wide.


"We were forced to care for him since he was little. Dominus threatened us…"


Between sobs, he confessed he had never wanted Hadrian in his house, that Dominus had forced them, that they only obeyed out of fear. He even invoked the son of the Virgin Mary, the crucified son of God, and even Santa Claus—something that irritated Mortavius's ears more and more.


His words, however, were abruptly cut short when Nagini struck, her jaws snapping brutally around his head.


Mundungus looked away, unable to face the lifeless body sliding to the floor. Arabella and Dudley were crouched beside him, witnessing the scene with wide, horrified eyes.


Dudley opened his mouth, about to let out a scream of terror, but Arabella acted quickly and clamped a hand tightly over it. The boy struggled against the grip, but Mundungus knew there were no words that could comfort him now.


"Spread out. Find the boy. He cannot be far."


Mundungus's voice was an urgent whisper:


Arabella did not hesitate. She grabbed Dudley and dragged him toward the basement, while Mundungus, holding the orb, followed and shut the door behind them.


On the floor rested an old suitcase. Arabella released Dudley and tried to calm him:


"The Order is coming. They will save everyone."


Mundungus, however, did not dare offer hope. He knew that by the time they arrived, it would already be too late. Mortavius had brought death with him.


With no other options, he opened the suitcase. Arabella followed him. A few of her cats also hopped inside, and reluctantly the woman shut the entrance.


The case was an artifact, magically expanded to contain a hidden space where they could hide without being detected.


They entered. And there they remained, waiting for the storm to pass.


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