They didn't resist him.
When the Mirror's Champion — Draco, but not Draco — walked into the old Slytherin common room, the snakes lowered their wands.
He didn't threaten.
He promised.
"I don't ask for your loyalty to me," he said, voice smooth as carved ice."I ask for your loyalty to the version of yourselves the world was too afraid to let you become."
Some looked to Theo.
But Theo just shook his head.
"That's not me.And I can't stop you."
By nightfall, the entire Slytherin wing had pledged themselves to the Champion.
They called him something new.
Not Draco. Not even Heir.
They called him:
The Mirrorlord.
Blaise Reacts
He punched through a bookcase.
He cursed the walls of the Heartstone chamber.
Rowan simply stared at the flickering flames, whispering:
"We're not in a war of spells anymore.We're in a war of versions."
Blaise:
"Then I'm going to destroy the version that walks like Draco."
Final Scene – The Throne Forms
In the Forbidden Hall below the castle, stone cracked.
A circle rose from the ground — jagged, ancient.
And at its center, a seat carved in serpentbone.
The Serpent's Crown hovered above it — waiting for someone to claim it.
Not a Headmaster.
Not a king.
But a rewriter.