The Hogwarts Express was never meant to carry gods.
The other students chatted, laughed, and filled the compartments with noise—completely unaware that history sat among them. Harry Potter—or rather, Athan Allen Wood, heir of empires—watched the hills roll past with quiet fire in his hazel-green eyes.
His trunk wasn't just enchanted. It was bottomless—holding lightsabers, Spartan weaponry, Atlantean tech, Stark blueprints, Jurassic Park schematics, leprechaun gold, and a Phoenix crystal that hummed softly in his palm.
Ron and Hermione were about to knock on his door when they hesitated. A pressure surrounded him, like stepping into a thunderstorm held back by willpower.
"Do… do you feel that?" Ron whispered.
Hermione nodded. "That's not normal magic."
Inside, Athan read the Dumbledore file taken from Gringotts. The truth was all there—every stolen vault, every stolen legacy. Albus Dumbledore, the false guardian. The thief of bloodlines.
No more.
Hogwarts Entrance Hall
Professor McGonagall stood in full regalia, expecting another awkward boy in oversized clothes.
But what she saw was a king.
Blonde hair flowing, eyes bright as stars, and a presence that made the very stones of Hogwarts vibrate.
"Mr. Potter?" she said cautiously.
He tilted his head. "That name was never mine. I am Athan Allen Wood, heir of Merlin, Arthur, the Founders, the Potters, the Blacks, Sparta, Rome, Atlantis, Asgard, Krypton, and more. I claim my legacy."
She blinked.
"I… I see."
Snape stepped out from the shadows, sneering. "Dumbledore told us you might come back… arrogant."
Harry turned to him slowly. "I inherited everything Severus. Including your real allegiance."
He held up a parchment. Snape paled.
McGonagall's eyes widened. "He… he was working with Lily?"
Harry nodded. "He was her double agent. Dumbledore lied to him, too."
The Great Hall – Sorting Ceremony
Whispers echoed as Harry entered.
"Is that really Harry Potter?"
"His hair's different—blonde?"
"Who is he wearing? Is that Kryptonian silk?!"
The Sorting Hat didn't even get a word out before bursting into flames and regenerating, screaming:
"TOO POWERFUL! HE DOESN'T NEED A HOUSE!"
The room gasped.
Dumbledore, standing at the podium, was pale, sweating.
"A word, Mr. Potter—"
"It's Lord Wood," Harry corrected, stepping forward as his cloak shifted to display the sigils of Gryffindor, Slytherin, Jedi, Asgard, and Stark Industries.
"You stole from me," Harry said loudly. "You stole vaults, lied to the world about my family, and tried to bind my magic."
Gasps.
"You claimed to protect Hogwarts while using it to breed your army. No more. I invoke the Founder's Rite. I am the true Heir of Hogwarts."
Ancient magic filled the room. The banners of the Four Houses bent toward him. The floor cracked. The ghosts bowed.
Hogwarts itself answered.
"I welcome my Master," it whispered into every mind.