Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión)-Chapter 173: Hey, everyone!

Hey, everyone!

Yesterday, fate decided to test me with a storm that left its mark on my area. The result? A poorly-timed tree decided to fall right on my internet cable. The funniest"or most tragic"part, depending on how you look at it, is that it seems I was the only one affected.

I spent the entire morning in full tech mode, fixing a laptop so I could go to my relatives' house and upload the Chapters, but in the end, the operation took longer than expected. My ultimate solution? I ended up buying a WiFi adapter for my PC and connected through my phone.

And I know more than one of you is wondering: "Why didn't you just do everything from your phone?"

The answer is simple: editing, translating, and uploading from there is torture... while on PC, everything flows much better.

Anyway, here's a special with some sad and tragic undertones. Why? No deep reason, it just came to me.

Hope you enjoy it!

You'll notice the style is a bit different from what I usually use. But it's meant to add, I don't know... a sense of theatricality. I liked it, but I'll go back to my usual style in the next Chapters.

"A World Without Them" [Special Pt 1]

Year 1998.

The magical war ended, but there was no victory.

The Dark Lord fell. Yes.

But he took nearly everyone with him.

The "hero" of Hogwarts, Harry Potter, managed to defeat him... though that word means nothing anymore.

Not after watching his friends die one by one under the cursed wands of the Death Eaters.

Not after hearing the silent screams of his godfather being executed.

Not after seeing Remus Lupin's body"broken and cold.

Not after watching Peter Pettigrew, the traitor, be torn apart by the very creature he had sworn to serve.

No.

Victory was a lie, painted in blood.

And all it left behind was emptiness.

Snape died... perhaps redeemed, perhaps not.

Dumbledore was no longer around to explain. Just a silent portrait on a wall.

Other professors sacrificed themselves to protect children who would never smile again.

But the world gave no respite.

The year 2000 was the true end.

The year the Muggles opened their eyes.

When technology reached the forbidden.

When they discovered that the fairy tales were real.

Not even mass Obliviates, concealment charms, or secret pacts could stop what came next.

The Hunt.

And now...

"Harry, hurry!" Ron shouted, his voice on the verge of collapse, running through deafening alarms and red lights flashing like furious eyes.

The metallic hallways were a man-made hell. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Steel monsters. Smoke. Sensors.

Muggle facilities turned into prisons for wizards.

"Stop..." Harry whispered, his eyes burning red with rage. "They're here."

He raised his wand without hesitation.

"Bombarda!"

The wall exploded, revealing a soulless lab.

And the horror.

Dozens of bodies. Some still breathing.

Chained by their necks and wrists, drugged until they no longer knew who they were.

Empty eyes. Swollen tongues. Dead minds.

"By Merlin..." Ron murmured. "What did they do to them...?"

Harry staggered when he saw one.

Dirty blond hair. Pale skin... and dull gray eyes.

"Draco..." he muttered, barely recognizing the boy he once hated.

Now, just a living shell.

"They're coming!" Ron looked through the hole.

Armed men ran toward them. These weren't just ordinary soldiers.

They had magical shields. Technology built from the bodies of the very people they were now trying to rescue.

Harry didn't hesitate.

He tied up as many as he could with enchanted ropes.

Grabbed Ron.

And vanished in sparks and wind.

The soldiers burst in seconds later.

"They escaped, sir," one reported over the radio.

"Magical signatures detected?"

"Yes, sir. They're tagged."

"Perfect," a voice said.

"Alpha Squad departs in five minutes."

. . .

They reappeared in a damp cave, hidden beneath layers of unstable magic.

Screams. Voices. Relief. Tears.

Hermione ran and hugged Ron like it was the last time.

He held her, trembling.

"Infiltration successful. They didn't see us come or go..." he said with a broken smile.

But Harry's expression was stone.

"The others?"

A wizard lowered his gaze. Said nothing.

It was Hermione who spoke, her voice cracking.

"Neville... Seamus... dead. Percy... missing. George... captured."

Silence.

Ron's soul shattered in seconds.

"Where? There might still be time! I can... I can go! I can...!"

"No. He was already moved by helicopter. We lost his signal."

Ron screamed. Punched the wall until his knuckles broke.

Harry closed his eyes. The images returned.

The Ministry of Magic no longer existed.

Just ashes, rubble, and the echo of the deadly gas that annihilated them.

The Muggles weren't seeking treaties. They didn't want peace.

They wanted extermination.

And they were succeeding.

They created armor capable of withstanding spells.

Except Avada Kedavra.

And that was the only thing they had left.

Magic... and despair.

Even the Fidelius Charm failed.

An island protected by it was destroyed by a nuclear bomb.

Hundreds died. Children. Families. All of them.

And now, Harry was the leader.

Because no one else was left.

"We'll move," he said with an empty voice.

"They'll find us soon."

And everyone nodded.

Not out of hope.

But instinct.

Because in this new world...

there were no heroes anymore.

Only survivors.

And each one of them

was cursed with a memory

that would never fade.

......

When they appeared, they arrived at a place marked by tragedy.

The grave where Dobby rested.

The kind and unhinged house-elf who once saved them, only to die bleeding out in Harry's arms... with a dagger lodged in his small chest.

Now, years later, Harry had returned.

The same ground that had once soaked in the blood of the innocent now received the steps of a broken warrior.

Once again, the last Potter stood at the front.

Once again, he tried to protect those he loved.

But this time... not even he could pretend there was hope.

There were no miracles left.

No magic that could save them.

Sometimes, in the stillness between massacres, Harry thought that if he had never been a wizard, maybe... just maybe, he wouldn't have to carry so much pain.

But it was too late.

His hands were stained with blood, and behind him, he dragged the bodies of everyone who had followed him.

Ron, with an empty gaze, had watched his entire family die.

One by one.

Even Charlie, his strongest brother, had fallen"shielding him from enemy fire.

Cursed bullets that could pierce even dragon skin.

Hermione...

The girl who had once dreamed of reuniting with her parents at the end of the war.

She only arrived in time to see them dragged away like criminals.

"Accomplices of a terrorist," the soldiers said.

The words were as absurd as they were cruel.

The world no longer saw wizards as people.

We were terrorists.

Animals.

Fallen gods.

The witch hunts had returned, only this time, the fire left no survivors laughing in the flames.

This time... only ashes remained.

Ginny...

His love.

His everything.

She died because of a trap.

A fake rescue mission to save Flitwick.

But the professor had already been dead for weeks.

They only used him as bait.

And Ginny... she stepped in. She Apparated to save him.

But the fences, the damn magical fences... tore her in two when they landed in the cursed site.

Just like Dobby.

"Harry..." Hermione whispered, her voice tired. "There are barely any wizards left. The ones who survive are broken, or too old to fight. Maybe we should flee. To another country."

Harry scoffed with a bitter grimace.

"And where would we go? Europe is a sea of magical corpses. No matter how far we run, they always find us. You know that. You lived among Muggles, didn't you?"

Hermione lowered her head. Tears wanted to escape, but she forced them back.

Not now.

"Then what? Do we keep running while they kill us one by one? While we rescue comrades who can't even hold a wand anymore from the trauma?" she shouted, her rage barely contained.

Ron entered at that moment, his eyes dim but full of concern.

"Keep it down. We need to think. Figure out how they keep finding us every time we move."

Harry fell silent.

His hand went to his chest.

There, hidden beneath layers of cloth and dried blood, was the old Marauder's Map.

The one that had once saved him at Hogwarts.

With a sharp motion, he pulled it out.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good..." he murmured.

Hermione turned.

"What are you doing? Hogwarts was destroyed years ago!"

But Harry didn't hear her. His eyes locked onto the map.

Two names.

Two names still pulsing within the ruins.

"Percy. George..."

Ron lunged forward to see.

"We have to go."

"It's a trap!" Hermione warned.

Ron ignored her. He couldn't afford another loss.

"Harry. You know we said we'd never use that spell. The one that left that mark on your forehead... but..."

"I know. I'm ready," Harry looked at him seriously. "If madness comes, so be it. What does it matter? We're going to die anyway."

"What are you two planning? Wait!"

"Stupefy!"

Hermione fell to the ground before she could finish.

Ron lowered his wand and turned to the others.

"Protect her. If we don't come back... run. Don't look for us."

The two men looked at each other. No words. No fear. Just determination.

They bumped fists.

And vanished.

The ruins of Hogwarts were a graveyard.

No walls remained.

Only stones, bones, and echoes of ghosts.

They advanced, wands in hand, toward the center.

There they were.

Percy and George.

Chained.

The chains drained their magic, leaving their bodies trembling, nearly lifeless.

In front of them, a man.

Relaxed.

Smiling with superiority.

"The Boy Who Lived... what a title."

"Who are you?" Harry asked, pointing his wand.

"You can call me Alec. Heaven sent me to purge this plague called magic."

Ron stared at him with hatred. He recognized that tone. That way of speaking.

"You're a wizard..."

"Me? No. Just a simple Squib. One of those you all looked down on. Remember? The defective ones."

"Liar!" Harry shouted. "Filch never""

"Oh, yes, he did. He screamed. Cried. And in the end, he sang like a canary. They all do."

Harry clenched his teeth.

"Why are you doing this? What did we ever do to you?"

"Nothing. Everything. I don't know. They pay me well and I have more fun."

And then he kicked Percy hard.

"You bastard! Stupefy!" Ron roared.

Alec, still smiling, threw a metallic sphere that absorbed the spell.

"Technology is wonderful, isn't it? In this war, science advances at the pace of desperation."

Soldiers emerged from the ruins.

Shining helmets.

Enchanted shields.

Weapons that didn't fire bullets"but compressed curses.

"You're not wizards anymore. You're corpses with an expiration date."

Alec laughed.

The soldiers took aim.

Harry and Ron didn't step back.

It was kill... or be killed.

And death had already taken too much from them.