I sat in my study, a glass of elven wine in one hand and two pieces of news in the other one in the form of a hastily written letter from the Ministry, the other a crumpled copy of the Daily Prophet. The letter had the distinctive seal of the Wizengamot, so I opened that one first.
"To Lord Lucas Black, Head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black we regret to inform you that James and Lily Potter were confirmed dead following an attack by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named... Sirius Orion Black has been imprisoned without trial in Azkaban for the betrayal that led to their demise, as well as the murder of twelve Muggles and one wizard."
I tossed the letter onto the desk and turned my attention to the newspaper. The Daily Prophet was never one for subtlety, and today's headline was proof enough.
"THE DARK LORD FALLS – ROSE POTTER, THE GIRL-WHO-LIVED!"
So in a decade the plot will start. I thought, as I kept reading the article. Rose potter I wonder who could that be. I thought with a little sarcasm.
Well, it doesn't matter since I should be done with this world before the plot should even start.
From what I remember from canon, I sure already know where a good amount of the Horcruxes from Voldemort should be.
And I was almost done with the Excalibur project. I only needed a couple more times to be able to use all the swords as one.
-Later-months later-
The morning sun filtered through the enchanted glass windows of Black Manor, casting a golden glow over the long dining table. My wives Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Andromeda sat gracefully, each cradling a newborn in their arms. Narcissa held our son, Damien Black, my heir and the future Lord of our House. Bellatrix and Andromeda nursed our daughters (they originally wanted to get wet nurses but I refuse since the view was very nice) their soft coos mingling with the gentle clinking of silverware.
With a final sip of coffee, I rose, kissed each of their foreheads, and stepped out of the dining hall walking to my office.
Inside, Molly awaited me, her figure already starting to show the earliest signs of pregnancy. The curve of her stomach beneath her simple gown made me smirk with satisfaction.
As I sat at my desk, reviewing a list of vault transfers and contracts, she moved slipping beneath the desk without a word.
Yes. Life was good.
-Later-
I couldn't help but smile as I watched the fragments of Excalibur begin to stir drawn to each other. The shards trembled softly, then pulsed, resonating with the steady flow of mana I poured into the sealed chamber.
My own magic surged forward in waves of dark violet, wrapping the sword fragments in a cocoon of power the moment my hand touched the enchanted glass.
Cracks spidered across the surface, slow at first… then accelerating. With a sharp hiss and a flash of golden radiance, the containment shattered. Light engulfed the room like a rising sun. And then silence.
Floating in the air before me was no longer a collection of fragments, but a single, complete blade. Excalibur.
[Mission Completed]
[The Resurgence of Excalibur]
Objective: Reforge Excalibur using all seven fragments
Reward: Excalibur (Corrupted), 25 Gacha Tickets, Ultimate Evolution Serum, Arthur's Swordsmanship Experience
The knowledge hit me like a surge memories not mine suddenly became familiar. Centuries of swordplay burned into my brain in a matter of seconds. I stepped forward, grasping the hilt without hesitation.
The moment my fingers closed around it, the sword shimmered its golden sheen darkening, shifting into a deep, regal purple.
With a thought, I sent the blade into my inventory, its presence still humming in the back of my mind like a loyal beast.
Turning to the rest of my rewards, I skipped over the Gacha Tickets I knew what they did. Instead, I opened the details on the serum.
[Ultimate Evolution Serum]
An alchemical masterpiece. Upon consumption, the user undergoes a complete evolution every bloodline, every inherited trait pushed to its absolute pinnacle. Evolution x10. The result? A being infinitely superior to their former self.
I leaned back in my chair, the glass of elven wine from earlier still half full on the desk.
Grabbing the syrup, I decided, Fuck it, pulling it out of my inventory. A small little bottle came out, the liquid being of a black color, opening the cap. I immediately drank it, immediately I found my body starting to warm up as my body started overheating I blacked out.
-Later-
Waking up, the first thing I felt was… clarity.
The air tasted different richer, layered with scents I had never noticed before. My ears twitched at the sound of distant birds outside the manor walls, and even the slow dripping of condensation from a pipe in the ceiling was deafening in its detail.
My body felt alien and yet familiar. Stronger. Heavier. Tighter.
As I opened my eyes, the world was no longer the same.
I could see the mana.
It floated in the air like threads of glowing silk blue, green, violet, all weaving in and around each other. Every object around me pulsed with its own magical signature, its own life force. Even the walls had a faint hum of ancient runes hidden deep within the stone.
[RACE CHANGE: DEMI-DRAGON]
[You have consumed the [Ultimate Evolution Serum]. Your bloodline has evolved by force, transcending humanity and awakening dormant fragments within your soul. You are now a Demi-Dragon a beast of magical.]
I sat up and looked at my hands.
My fingers look different being of a slightly darker color. My nails had hardened, now jet black and sharp, curved like talons. My skin shimmered faintly under the light, a subtle layer of fine, translucent scales shifting beneath the surface.
[New Racial Gains]
[Draconic Body – Passive]
Your physical stats have been permanently boosted. Your bones are now ten times denser, and your muscles possess the strength of a dragon's.
[Mana Core of the Void Flame]
Your mana core has fused with void-elemental dragon essence. Your spells are infinitely effective and gain a massive boost in your mana reserves has increased 100 times overt.
[Draconic Instincts]
Heightened senses, faster reflexes, and primal perception. You can sense danger, lies, and magical concentrations instinctively.
[Dragon's Roar]
A roar imbued with mana that can shatter weaker minds and destroy structures in a wide radius.
As I saw this, I gained a mad grin as I immediately clicked on my status.
Lucas Black
Title: Lord of House Black
Race: Demi-Dragon (Evolving)
HP: 14,200
MP: 28,600
Strength: 950
Agility: 760
Vitality: 870
Intelligence: 1220
Charisma: 1030
Luck: 600
Holy shit I thought as I look at the massive boost I got from my race change. Now was definitely gonna start my hunt for the Horcruxes.
-later-
I stood at the edge of the clearing, cloak billowing behind me, staring at the decrepit ruin that once belonged to the House of Gaunt. It looked like it had been abandoned for centuries. Moss climbed up the crumbling stones, and the roof was half-collapsed.
I took a step forward, the dry grass crunching beneath my boots.
Buried beneath the floorboards, just behind the hearthstone. Exactly where I remembered it from canon. A ring Voldemort's maternal heirloom, housing a piece of his blackened soul.
I stepped inside. The mana inside the shack was sick. It clung to the walls like cobwebs of despair and madness. The moment I entered, the shadows seemed to lean inward. The Horcrux could feel me. It knew I was there. And it was afraid.
Good.
I reached the hearth and knelt, pressing my clawed fingers against the stone. With a simple pulse of Void Flame mana, the floor cracked and split with a hiss of searing heat.
There it was resting in a small, rotting box.
The Resurrection Stone, corrupted by Voldemort's soul, set into the Gaunt family ring.
It pulsed with cursed energy.
I reached for it.
The moment my fingers touched the ring, a wave of cold washed over me. Screaming. Laughter. Voices not my own. Memories twisted and bent in my mind.
[WARNING: Horcrux attempting mental invasion.]
[Dragon's Soul active: immunity to soul tampering.]
I clenched my fist around the ring. "Nice try," I muttered. Then I summoned Excalibur.
The sword materialized in my hand, dark purple energy swirling around it like a living storm. Its blade pulsed in resonance with the Horcrux, as if hungry for its destruction.
I held the ring above the tip of the blade.
"Burn."
With a flare of violet flame, Excalibur pierced through the ring. A blood-curdling scream erupted from it.
But it was over in seconds.
When the light faded, only ash remained.
One down. Six more to go.
-later-
The goblin guiding me down the torchlit tunnel was trembling. His name was Ragnok, but I didn't need to remember it. He would forget this visit, just like the others.
"W-we're here, my lord," he stammered, stopping before a massive, rune-covered door carved with the sigil of House Lestrange a twisted ouroboros serpent wrapped around a black rose.
I waved my hand, coating my palm in a thin veil of mana. Draconic power pulsed from me like heat off a forge. The goblin collapsed in a faint.
Good.
No witnesses.
I turned to the door. It pulsed with blood wards, anti-theft enchantments, and replication curses. Normally, anyone who touched the treasures inside without permission would be melted alive or worse multiply the items into madness-inducing swarms.
But I wasn't normal.
With a deep breath, I pressed my palm to the vault door.
The runes flickered, cracked… and died. The vault creaked, groaned, then opened with the sound of a thousand screaming locks giving way.
Inside was a mountain of cursed wealth gold, cursed trinkets, blood magic tomes… and at the very center, on a pedestal of black obsidian, sat the Cup.
Helga Hufflepuff's Cup.
The moment I stepped inside, I felt the presence of the Horcrux, like cold oil sliding down my spine. It watched me.
And hissed.
I grinned.
"I wielded Excalibur," I said, walking forward, mana flaring around me. "What the hell do you think a little soul fragment is going to do to me?"
The Cup began to vibrate. A spectral face Tom Riddle's emerged from it, shrieking, mouth wide with hate. Shadows poured out around it, forming snakes, dead eyes, and flickering images of tortured souls.
Manifesting a Excalibur into my hand I slash the cup. The magic shattered like glass, and the cup exploded in a cascade of silver and gold light. The soul fragment burned into nothingness.
-later-
The manor was quiet. Too quiet.
Even with my senses dulled, I could feel the cursed memories clinging to the ancient walls like cobwebs. My new abilities as a Demi dragon were kind of annoying sometimes.
I entered the old parlor. The portraits of my ancestors hissed at my presence. Walburga Black tried to shriek, but I silenced her with a flick of my finger.
She vanished into her frame.
The cabinet in the corner. That was where Kreacher had hidden it. I could feel the aura now dense, heavy, poisonous to those of weak will.
I opened the door.
There it was.
A silver locket, adorned with the serpentine "S," pulsating like a heart trying to beat outside a corpse. It throbbed with hatred.
I didn't use Excalibur this time.
I wanted to try something new.
A small orb of violet fire burned in my hand. The locket screamed and tried to flee, but the flame leapt from my palm like a serpent and wrapped around it.
The soul fragment screeched one final time before the locket melted into blackened ash.
-later-
I walked through the wards like mist parting through moonlight.
I appeared in the grand foyer.
Lucius was there, sipping firewhisky and pretending not to age.
"Lucas," he greeted coolly, setting the glass down. "To what do I owe this unannounced intrusion?"
I didn't respond. I just raised a single hand.
The air changed. Grew heavy. Lucius gasped, eyes wide as he dropped to one knee, sweat beading down his pale brow.
"Where is it?" I asked calmly.
He coughed. "W-What?"
I appeared in front of him instantly.
One clawed hand gripped his throat and lifted him like he weighed nothing.
"The Diary, Lucius," I whispered. "Tom Riddle's Diary".
Lucius struggled, tried to reach for his wand. I crushed it with my aura.
I activated [Dragon's Grasp] a spell made to inflict agonizing pain by manipulating the mana circuits inside a person's body. His veins lit up, glowing red under his skin.
"AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His scream echoed through the halls. Paintings flinched.
"IT'S IN THE VAULT—THE FAMILY VAULT!" he shrieked. "GRINGOTTS! THE DIARY IS IN OUR GRINGOTTS VAULT!"
I smiled.
"You should've just said so."
I let him drop, unconscious and twitching.
-later-
Inside the vault, I found it sitting there in a velvet-lined box.
The Diary.
It quivered as I approached. The soul fragment inside it hissed, already reacting to my draconic essence.
I held the book up and sneered.
"Let's end this little diary phase."
The book ended in flames.
-later-
Unfortunately, those were the last Horcruxes he could get his hands on for now. The Ravenclaw's Diadem remained hidden in Hogwarts. A place sealed to him unless he wanted to trigger alarms or draw Dumbledore's direct attention.
That meant one thing. He would have to wait.
Until one of his children received their Hogwarts letter. Until they could act as his eyes and hands within the castle.
Eleven years. A long time for most.
But he could wait.
And while he did, he would make sure the world bent ever closer to his design. The Ministry, the Houses, the underground, even the magical creatures beyond the veil… all would be prepared.
–Dumbledore–
As the final owl took flight, clutching the last of the Hogwarts letters for this year's incoming class, Albus Dumbledore allowed himself a small, wistful smile. It was time again.
This year, Rose Potter would finally join them. The Girl-Who-Lived, a name whispered with reverence and curiosity for a decade, would finally step into the world of magic. Dumbledore could only hope that the fame built around her name hadn't twisted her too deeply, or weighed her spirit before she could take her first true steps.
But she would not be the only one of interest among this year's first-years.
His thoughts turned to the children of Lucas Black the man who had risen in power over the past decade like a storm on the horizon.
First, Damien Black, the eldest. The trueborn heir to the ancient and noble House of Black. Known already for his pride and striking resemblance to his father both in looks and temperament.
Then there were his twin younger sisters Lila and Susan Black. Dumbledore knew little of them.
And then, the last Lucas Jr. the bastard son, born of Molly Prewett. That union had surprised even Dumbledore when he first learned of it. Molly as a student was one of the biggest instigators in the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor so this came up as a surprise to him.
But people change. Time has a way of shifting even the most anchored souls.
There were, of course, others joining this year other members of other ancient families, a new generation of Noble heir joining them this year. But it was the Black children that drew his gaze most sharply.
They carried the shadow of their father.
Lucas Black had never joined Voldemort. In fact, he had openly mocked him. Publicly refused to bend the knee to either side of the war, and despite being targeted by the Death Eaters, he emerged unscathed. Not a single known loss among his household.
That in itself made Dumbledore wary.
He could only hope this school year passed quietly… but something in his old bones told him otherwise.
-Lucas-
A slow, satisfied smile tugged at my lips as I watched each of my children receive their Hogwarts letters by owl. Four of them, this year alone, would be entering the fabled school. Time certainly moved quickly.
I had been a busy man no one could deny that.
Just last month, I finalized a marriage pact between my eldest son, Damien Black, and Daphne Greengrass, heir to the Greengrass fortune. A strategic alliance. After the fall of that self-proclaimed Dark Lord, the Greengrass family like myself had reaped the benefits of not picking sides during the war.
In the power vacuum that followed, we moved immediately.
I bought out several businesses once owned by the now-defunct Potter estate, took control of their lands and resources, and placed key allies in charge of their financial management. Between the Greengrass family and myself, we had a near-monopoly over the economic veins of Wizarding Britain.
And while I found politics to be annoying, it became a necessary tool. Influence was power. And I had more than enough of both.
Over the years, my family had grown Narcissa had borne me four children. Bellatrix, five. Andromeda, four as well. Then there was Molly, my most devoted concubine, who had already birthed me seven children and now carried the eighth.
This year, Damien, Lila, Susan, and Lucas Jr. would all attend Hogwarts. I had pulled them aside the night before and given them instructions. They were to find a specific artifact hidden within the castle walls. I hadn't told them its true name only a description that matched Ravenclaw's Diadem, the final Horcrux still outside my grasp.
They would find it for me.
To ensure their success and their survival I had recreated the Ultimate Evolution Serum and administered a controlled dose to each of them. Like me, they had become Demi-Dragons, their bloodline awakened to a higher level.
But I had sealed their power. For now. They would not wield it carelessly. Not until they were mature enough.
Just like their younger siblings each born with the same gift sealed within them.
Soon he would finish this world.
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