Blaise received it during breakfast.
Delivered not by owl… but by smoke.
It spiraled in from the high windows of the Great Hall — black, slow, and deliberate.
Students froze.
Professors reached for wands.
But the smoke curled once, twice—
Then took the shape of a parchment, sealed with violet wax.No name. No crest.
Just three words on the back:
"Do you still burn?"
Blaise didn't open it.
He already knew.
Cut Scene – Zabini Manor
Far from Hogwarts, at the edge of the Obsidian Coast, flames raged.
Zabini Manor — untouched by war for a generation — stood engulfed.
Not in fire.But in memory.
Every room replayed Blaise's childhood at once:
His mother laughing at a Ministry gala.
His sixth stepfather vanishing in smoke.
The first time she taught him to hex without remorse.
And in the center of the collapsing hall:
She stood there.
Unburned. Unmoving.
Watching the flames.
The Mirror's Messenger
A figure emerged beside her.
A young girl in white robes, her eyes glowing mirror-silver.
"He chose Unity.So we offer you a chance."
The girl reached into the fire — and pulled out a mirror shard.
Inside it was an image:
Blaise, leading an army.
Blaise, crowned in flame.
Blaise… alone.
His mother took the shard.
"Tell the Mirror," she said,"he doesn't need to be the only heir."
Then she stepped into the flame.
Back at Hogwarts
Blaise's hand burned as the letter turned to ash midair.
No words.
Just a final symbol:A black crown, cracked down the center.
He whispered:
"She's made her move."
Harry:
"Your mother?"
Blaise:
"No.The Mirror just made her its queen."