A shadow of impersonation brought calamity, a monster whose smile was ruin, stealing the Lifespans of humankind and plunging countless souls into terror. Year One: a young man shattered the Serpent of Death's peril, saving friends, school, and washing away injustice. Year Two: he freed the wrongfully imprisoned, tearing open shadowed dungeons. But the Wheel of Mystery spun on. A name surfaced: Tristan. The Origin? Lost within fate's labyrinth, unable to find the way home. Then He returned-not to conquer, but to protect Hogwarts, a fortress for wizard friends. Beneath the Sorting Hat, a power awoke to shatter the very monsters born there. Corridors flared; the eternal night dissolved. The Great Hall bells pealed-a hymn of victory or a funeral dirge? Yet evil persisted. The Sword of the Future pressed close. The Wheel of Fate shifted, fusing iron and steel for a new destiny. Would Tristan, the lost one, behold the splendor or be the sacrificial offering? Amid the ruins, beneath the frigid gaze of extinguished worlds, I stepped through the Door of the Void. Only Will endured, stitching torn memory. In the vast silence, between dream and waking, I was reborn. Not as the one who fell, but as a new existence, tempered from a flickering ember of Destiny. Sybill Patricia Trelawney Written in trance, beneath the Astronomical Tower June 4th, 2025