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and abandons ron and hermione
its very lulzworthy
here is an example
The firelight casts dancing shadows on the stone walls. The room is cold, dark, beautiful.
Draco lounges in a leather chair. Harry stands by the window, gazing into the black lake.
Draco:
You're quiet tonight.
Harry:
(softly)
Something Dumbledore said. "It is our choices that show who we truly are." But… I’m starting to think he was wrong.
Draco:
Of course he was. Choice is a fairy tale for people without power.
Harry:
(smirks)
Power reveals the truth. Not choice.
Draco:
You’re finally starting to sound like a Slytherin. So what did you choose, then?
Harry:
I didn’t choose. I just… let go. Of needing to be liked. Of trying to be the good guy.
And it felt right.
Draco raises an eyebrow. Harry turns, eyes glowing faintly in the firelight—serpent green.
Harry:
I had a dream last night.
He spoke to me. The Dark Lord. Not as a ghost… as a mentor.
Draco:
(leans forward, tense)
What did he say?
Harry:
He said I remind him of himself. But that I have the one thing he never did:
Someone to share power with.
Draco:
Me?
Harry:
No. Not you.
A beat of silence. Draco goes still.
Draco:
...You mean him.
Harry:
We’re alike, he and I. Orphans. Survivors. Chosen by prophecy, but not bound by it.
He offered to teach me everything.
Draco:
He’s a murderer.
Harry:
So was every king who ever built an empire.
Why should we let people like Dumbledore chain us with morals when we could rule?
Draco stares, unsure whether to be jealous or terrified.
Draco:
And me?
Harry:
You’ll always have a place, Draco. But don’t mistake friendship for equality.
There are levels to power. And I’ve seen the top.
Draco:
And what’s up there?
Harry:
Immortality.
Control.
A world without fear—because we’ll be the ones who decide what fear means.
Draco swallows hard. For the first time, Harry seems… bigger than Hogwarts. More than a boy. Less than human.
The fire flickers. Somewhere far away, a snake hisses in approval.
The world is ruled by two immortal sorcerers:
Lord Voldemort and Emperor Harry Potter—the Phoenix and the Serpent.
One rebuilt his soul.
The other never lost it—he just chose to rewrite its meaning.
Magic bends to their will.
Time fears them.
Death obeys.
its very lulzworthy
here is an example
cene: The Slytherin Common Room — Late Night, First Year
The firelight casts dancing shadows on the stone walls. The room is cold, dark, beautiful.
Draco lounges in a leather chair. Harry stands by the window, gazing into the black lake.
Draco:
You're quiet tonight.
Harry:
(softly)
Something Dumbledore said. "It is our choices that show who we truly are." But… I’m starting to think he was wrong.
Draco:
Of course he was. Choice is a fairy tale for people without power.
Harry:
(smirks)
Power reveals the truth. Not choice.
Draco:
You’re finally starting to sound like a Slytherin. So what did you choose, then?
Harry:
I didn’t choose. I just… let go. Of needing to be liked. Of trying to be the good guy.
And it felt right.
Draco raises an eyebrow. Harry turns, eyes glowing faintly in the firelight—serpent green.
Harry:
I had a dream last night.
He spoke to me. The Dark Lord. Not as a ghost… as a mentor.
Draco:
(leans forward, tense)
What did he say?
Harry:
He said I remind him of himself. But that I have the one thing he never did:
Someone to share power with.
Draco:
Me?
Harry:
No. Not you.
A beat of silence. Draco goes still.
Draco:
...You mean him.
Harry:
We’re alike, he and I. Orphans. Survivors. Chosen by prophecy, but not bound by it.
He offered to teach me everything.
Draco:
He’s a murderer.
Harry:
So was every king who ever built an empire.
Why should we let people like Dumbledore chain us with morals when we could rule?
Draco stares, unsure whether to be jealous or terrified.
Draco:
And me?
Harry:
You’ll always have a place, Draco. But don’t mistake friendship for equality.
There are levels to power. And I’ve seen the top.
Draco:
And what’s up there?
Harry:
Immortality.
Control.
A world without fear—because we’ll be the ones who decide what fear means.
Draco swallows hard. For the first time, Harry seems… bigger than Hogwarts. More than a boy. Less than human.
The fire flickers. Somewhere far away, a snake hisses in approval.
Epilogue Glimpse (Years Later)
The world is ruled by two immortal sorcerers:
Lord Voldemort and Emperor Harry Potter—the Phoenix and the Serpent.
One rebuilt his soul.
The other never lost it—he just chose to rewrite its meaning.
Magic bends to their will.
Time fears them.
Death obeys.
