He didn't tell Blaise.
He didn't tell Rowan.
Not even Theo — the real one — knew he'd made the decision.
At precisely 3:13 a.m., Harry Potter entered the Great Hall alone.
The Mirror stood waiting.
Still cracked. Still humming.No invitation. No glow.
Just reflection.
And when Harry stepped toward it—
It didn't ripple.
It bowed.
Inside the Mirror: A World of Almosts
Harry stepped into a world where everything was almost-right.
Hogwarts stood tall, unbroken.
His parents lived — but were disappointed in him.
Ron was alive — but had chosen Blaise instead.
Dumbledore was younger — but colder.
"This is a version," the Mirror whispered."One you could choose.""One where no war touches you.""One where you are just… a boy."
Harry stared at the house on the hill.He saw himself, smiling, normal.
He stepped away.
"That's not me.
I don't want peace if it comes from forgetting the fight."
The Mirror shuddered.
"Then choose your weapon."
The Mirror Offers a Blade
A sword appeared.
Not Godric's.Not even forged of metal.
But light, threaded with memory.
It pulsed with silver and red and black and flame — the four pacts bound together.
The Mirror whispered:
"This is what you become…
if you allow yourself to carry all their burdens."
Harry took the sword.
It burned his palm.
But he didn't let go.
The Real World Reacts
Outside the Mirror, the castle shook.
The banners burned.
And for the first time since the war began…
The Mirror cracked inward.
A fracture shot straight through the center — forming a serpent's eye in the glass.
And out stepped Harry.
Changed.
The sword in his hand shimmered into a sigil across his back.
The mark of a new faction.
Unity.
Final Scene – The Mirror Speaks Aloud
For the first time, the Mirror itself echoed across the walls of the castle:
"The Heir has chosen.
Not to follow Flame.
Not to remember Memory.
Not to honor Sacrifice.
Not to preserve Bloodline."
"But to bear them all."
"Let the final path begin."