Prologue: The Champion of Chaos
The night Harrison Strange Potter turned seven, the stars bent unnaturally in the sky.
He awoke—not in his bed in the ancestral Potter castle—but floating in a place where time did not exist. The air shimmered like broken glass. The void pulsed with living color. He was no longer just a child. He remembered everything.
The wars against Kronos and Gaea. The battle at Camp Jupiter. The House of Life and the Duat. The weight of shadows as a son of Hades. The divine spells of the Pharaoh. And finally, the quiet existence as a being from a higher dimension—where all these lives were stories in books, pages he had read with curiosity and dread.
Now, they lived in him.
A silhouette emerged from the endless tapestry of stars, more real than anything he'd ever seen. She shimmered like the beginning of creation itself. Darkness swirled in her hair like galaxies. Her eyes were wells of existence, and her voice was the sound of the universe breathing.
"I am Chaos," she said, the name echoing like thunder and silk. "Creator of the Primordials. Mother of the Cosmos. You, Harrison Strange Potter, are my chosen soul—fused and reborn through lives, shaped by struggle, forged by pain."
Harrison knelt instinctively, a deep reverence forming in his core.
"You have remembered early," Chaos continued. "Earlier than I planned. That is… unexpected." She paused. "But perhaps... destined."
"Why me?" he asked, his voice both a child's and a king's.
"Because you are the sum of five divine paths, and one divine spark," she said, tracing a glowing line across his chest. "You were a warrior of Olympus, a son of the underworld, a ruler of the Duat. And once, you stood outside all worlds, reading the strings of fate. Now, you will weave them."
She lifted a hand—and reality tore open. From within the rift, a swirling green gem hovered toward him: The Time Stone inside the eye of Agamoto, pulsing with cosmic awareness.
"A gift. Use it wisely. You will not be the only one meddling with fate."
Then came the second presence.
The void shivered as Nyx, the Primordial of Night, stepped forward. She was breathtaking and terrible, her aura folding shadows into silk. Where Chaos was creation, Nyx was enigma. Ancient, unknowable, eternal.
"Our paths are entwined," she said, gliding toward him. "You are no mortal, Harrison. And I, though eternal, have waited eons for a soul that balances darkness and light."
Lady Chaos smiled faintly. "By my will, you are to be betrothed—to Nyx, child of shadow and sovereign of the night. The balance of the cosmos demands it. The convergence has begun."
The eldritch flames of Marvel's hidden dimension sparked across Harrison's fingers, as memories of forbidden spells, crimson circles, and arcane glyphs surged to life. He had read the Book of Vishanti, mastered the Runes of Kof-Kol, and stared into the Abyss of Shuma-Gorath.
He was no longer just a Potter.
He was the Champion of Chaos, bearer of eldritch knowledge, wielder of Time, and future consort of Night herself.
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When he awoke the next morning in his bed, everything was quiet. The sky outside was still.
But his green eyes shimmered with something ancient.
Harrison Strange Potter was no longer just a child of the wizarding world.
He was a storm waiting to be unleashed.