Chapter 23: Legacy of the Founders
The autumn of Harrison's fifth year at Hogwarts came gently. Summer had faded into memory, and with it the loud echoes of the dueling tournament faded into more scholarly pursuits. The ancient castle, always a place of learning and secrets, seemed to pulse in rhythm with Harrison Strange Potter's steps.
His name was now known far beyond Hogwarts walls. Not only for being the Boy Who Won the Tournament, or the Guardian of Time, or the Sorcerer Supreme, but now for a purpose far closer to his heart: the truth.
The Founders' Legacy
Seated in his private study within Potter Castle, Harrison wrote. He had conjured enchanted quills to take dictation while his voice echoed with clarity and purpose. Before him hovered shimmering projections of memories—Salazar's sorrow, Godric's rage, the bittersweet end of both their lives.
The book was titled: Legacy of the Founders: Truths Buried by Time.
In its pages, Harrison detailed the final days of Salazar Slytherin—not the dark sorcerer of legend, but a father and mentor who had fought to prevent his adopted son from destroying the magical world. He wrote of how Salazar, in his final moments, sealed away the chamber and wept for the son he had to kill.
He wrote of Godric Gryffindor, once the champion of courage and hope, descending into grief and hatred after witnessing the brutal execution of his wife and youngest daughter at the hands of Muggle zealots. It was a tale the Ministry would rather keep buried.
Harrison even included their final prophecy, found etched into the walls of the hidden archives beneath the Chamber:
> "One born from line entwined, marked by time and chaos, shall wield the light of legacy.
He shall judge the corruption of the old world and raise anew a balance forged by flame, night, and truth."
The quill paused as Harrison looked out the window. The weight of the prophecy wasn't lost on him. He didn't fear destiny—but he would walk it on his own terms.
A Year of Quiet Storms
As the school year progressed, things were surprisingly peaceful—at least on the surface. There were no troll attacks, no cursed books or chamber openings. But beneath that calm, Harrison moved with calculated purpose.
He had made it a mission to find and destroy the remaining soul fragments of Tom Riddle. He knew time was precious; the longer they lingered, the more damage they could cause.
In the Room of Hidden Things, Harrison found Ravenclaw's lost diadem. Its cursed aura coiled like smoke in the air. He summoned the power of the Eldritch to contain it, and within moments, the soul fragment trapped within writhed and screamed before being severed and stored within a glass vial.
"Two remain," he whispered.
The diadem was secured. The soul was banished.
But it was when he returned to the Department of Mysteries that things truly shifted.
He carried four such vials, each filled with a fragment of Riddle's fractured soul. At the center of the Veil Chamber, he held them before the ancient tapestry of death.
"The soul torn shall be returned," he said.
The Veil responded with a low hum, as if acknowledging a task it had waited centuries to perform.
He opened the vials.
Screams filled the chamber. Time seemed to twist around him as the essence of Voldemort was pulled into the swirling gray veil. The force was immense—it shook the floor and made the Ministry tremble. But when it ended, the silence was absolute.
Four parts of a cursed soul, now sealed beyond reach.
Still, he knew the hunt wasn't over.
In a remote vault beneath Blackmoor Hill, Harrison retrieved Salazar Slytherin's pendant, now twisted and corrupted. The amulet pulsed with infernal magic, but it met the same fate as the others.
The only piece still missing was Helga Hufflepuff's cup.
Despite all his resources, despite the visions and ancient knowledge, it eluded him.
He wondered how to Enter the vault of Bellatrix Lestrange and destroy the horcrux.
Connections and Companions
Even amidst the solemnity of his mission, Harrison made time for those he loved. His siblings—Harry, Daphne, Astoria, and even Neville—had grown stronger. Daphne was now mastering celestial wards. Harry's control of Egyptian magic surpassed expectations.
Clarissa and Penelope were inseparable from him. The three would often sit in the Astronomy Tower late into the night, sharing dreams and fears beneath the stars.
"You'll be in that book someday," Penelope teased, stroking his hand.
"Too late," Clarissa added, smirking. "You already are."
He chuckled. "Just make sure to write my good side."
They all laughed.
Closing the Year
As spring gave way to summer, the school prepared for the year's end. Exams came and went—Harrison aced them with quiet grace.
On the last evening, he stood before the Black Lake, staring into the water's reflection. His eyes—amethyst and sapphire—glowed faintly with the magic of a hundred lifetimes.
Behind him, Sirius approached. "Found peace?"
"Not yet," Harrison replied. "But I'm closer."
Sirius nodded. "When you finish that book, it's going to change things."
"Hopefully for the better."
"You're doing what the Founders couldn't. That's worth more than peace."
The sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting golden light over Hogwarts Castle.
A new age was coming. One shaped not by forgotten legacies or twisted truths—but by the hand of a boy who had become more than legend.
He was the bearer of time, the wielder of chaos, and the heir to an ancient destiny.
And his work had only just begun.