Or at least he thought he reached Hogwarts, but the shadows did not merely part this time; they tore with the visceral screech of shearing metal and straining reality.
Lucifer stumbled as his Dragon-hide boots hit the polished mahogany flooring of his penthouse at Lux.
The air inside the room felt suffocating, thick with a sickening, ozone-scented static that made his celestial senses grind like dry gears.
Through the panoramic windows, city skyline looked slightly fractured, but what 'truly' caught his attention was the blinding glare of the summer sun beating down on London.
He blinked, reaching into his pocket for a sleek gold pocket watch. The date on the magical face didn't read September. It was 'mid-July!'
Before he could even steady his breathing, a violent warp rippled through the very fabric of his consciousness, bringing a wave of intense vertigo that tasted like copper.
It wasn't a physical tremor but the agonizing groan of 'Reality' being forcefully unmade and restitched around him by an unseen needle.
The truth hit him in a devastating 'flash' of Cosmic understanding: Sentient Magic had revolted.
For three long years, the world's fragile metaphysical matrix had been buckling under the weight of a Celestial being walking its surface. He had tossed historical anchors around like pebbles and made monumental changes to the timeline.
To correct these massive anomalies, the planet's Ambient magic had triggered a violent "Incursion," shattering his timeline, dragging a parallel Earth into alignment, and forcibly merging them to overwrite his canvas. It was a desperate attempt by the world's consciousness to force Universe back into a rigid, predetermined plotline.
A sudden clarity washed over him alongside the lingering vertigo. The 'Incursion' hadn't just scrambled his relationships; it had physically snapped the timeline backward. He hadn't traveled forward to begin his fourth year at Hogwarts.
But thrown back into the heart of the summer holidays right after his rewritten third-year had ended. The catastrophic 'Quidditch World Cup,' where he had originally slaughtered over six hundred dark wizards, hadn't even taken place yet. The event was still weeks away, dangling in the immediate 'future' of this altered world.
Then came the memories, bursting behind his eyelids like hot sparks.
Flooding his mind not as a gentle stream, but as a violent, artificial deluge of a completely 'fabricated' past three years at Hogwarts. The mental intrusion smelled of forced nostalgia.
In this new, sanitized reality of his first-year, he had never chased Quirrell away from the school. The Sorting Hat had never placed him in Slytherin, or taken the 'Philosopher's Stone' from Dumbledore, nor had he fought Voldemort under the trapdoor.
Instead, he had been sorted into Gryffindor at the very beginning.
Worse, he had spent three years acting as a "glorified nanny" to Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, dragged along on their childish misadventures. His bonds with Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, and Blaise Zabini, Greengrass were entirely gone, reduced to the polite, hollow nods of decent acquaintances at best.
The curse of Astoria was removed, like it had never existed.
A cold dread pooled in his chest as he reached inward to check on the 'family' he had built in his true past. In that original timeline, he had married Amelia Bones and Evelyn Greengrass. Both of his beautiful wives were twelve months pregnant, carrying their children past normal limits due to his Demonic entity.
He had also been preparing for the future with Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott, who were ten months pregnant with his children, and taken a couple of starting months off from Hogwarts.
He had been actively dating Daphne, Astoria, Ginny Weasley, Tracey Davis, and his two stunning 'Veela' sisters from Beauxbatons, Darcy and Annabelle Valentine.
But looking into this new reality, those girls were completely removed from the board. Their names were erased from the world's ledger, replaced by totally different people from that parallel Earth, and his relationship with these newcomers was that of mere acquaintances. No, 'Valentine's' were not even placed in this new timeline.
'True Name Magic.'
The realization was a lifeline. Because he had protected the girls' names using the absolute, immutable True Name Magic of the 'Black Family', the Incursion's rewrite hadn't been able to erase them 'from' existence. Instead, the universe had physically rejected them, shunting them safely down into depths of Hell. Along with them, his true achievements and creations from the original timeline---
His inventions like 'WhatsApp' and the 'Lumine-Lens,' the Arkham Asylum Wizard's Guild, his loyal Banfield Maids, Shikimori, and all the magical products from Mistress Kanan's shop were perfectly preserved, locked away in that infernal sanctuary.
Only one girl had survived the reality overwrite on Earth:
'Hermione Granger.'
In this new timeline, she was still his girlfriend, but her original reality's memories were locked away in the deepest recesses of her brain, where she had made great friendships with the other girls of Lucifer's harem during their 'first' three years.
The rest of the Universe's new narrative was downright insulting as the 'fake' memories kept unfurling, trying to cover up the massive ripples he had once made. In his 'original' timeline, Lucifer had done the impossible. He had killed the Basilisk in the Forbidden Forest. He had whipped Gilderoy Lockhart to the ceiling for trying to steal his pet, sealing the 'fraud's fate' in Azkaban. He had invented WhatsApp and the Lumine-Lens, revived Gellert Grindelwald, who had subsequently taken control of the European Ministries.
Because of Lucifer's interference with ICW, MACUSA, murder of Graves, Picquery, Lombardi and other pure-bloods family, it resulted in a grand 'DuelingTournament' which had taken place in their third year.
An event that shouldn't have been there in the first place, if Lucifer wasn't here. He had caught Peter Pettigrew using the 'Marauder's Map,' sent him to Azkaban, and brutally murdered the rat alongside Snape, clearing Sirius Black's name in the eyes of the Ministry. He had slaughtered more than six hundred Dark wizards at the Quidditch World Cup, built a relationship with the 'Scamander family', and lived as the proud godson of Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel.
All of those magnificent changes had caused the original reality to destroy itself. Now, Sentient Magic was forcing a clumsy, artificial correction over his history, trying to make it fit a simpler, pre-written mold.
According to the new fake memories, he hadn't taken the Basilisk's body for himself; he had only kept two fangs as souvenirs, leaving the rest of the carcass rotting inside the Chamber of Secrets.
...His relationship with Severus Snape was a lot worse. Most glaringly, the script claimed that Snape had even tried to curse Hermione last year in the Shrieking Shack, right when Sirius and Remus Lupin were exposing Peter Pettigrew.
Lucifer's jaw tightened, an intense irritation flaring within his celestial aura. 'Faked.' The plot was entirely synthetic, full of glaring contradictions. He would never have let Pettigrew escape to begin with, yet the script tried to twist the Shrieking Shack incident into a mess just to align with this new world's desired narrative.
Sentient Magic hadn't just fixed a glitch; it had written a rigid, unyielding plot that clearly didn't want Lucifer's interference. It was treating him like an unwanted bug in the system, which irritated him to his core; it felt like the people here had been stripped of their 'free will!'
These characters didn't even feel real anymore. They felt like hollow puppets reciting lines.
He needed to regroup, with a silent flex of his will, Lucifer dissolved into shadows, bypassing the mortal plane entirely. He plummeted through the shifting dimensional strata, cold bite of the void giving way to comforting, crimson warmth of the Underworld.
Materialising within the grand, gothic architecture of the 'Gremory estate' in Hell, Lucifer stepped straight into the glowing, stasis-locked chamber of the Time Vault. The room was silent save for the low, rhythmic hum of preservation runes.
Around him, the sleeping forms of Amelia, Evelyn, Daphne, Susan, Hannah, and the rest of his loved ones rested in perfect, magical suspension alongside the protected parents of his girlfriend, Flamels, and Scamanders, even Rouse, and his wife was here.

"Lucifer?"
A voice like rich silk slid through the quiet air. From behind a massive obsidian desk stood Rias Gremory. She was a vision of breathtaking, otherworldly beauty. Her most striking feature, long, luxuriant hair the color of 'fresh' crimson blossom cascaded down past her waist, twin strands framing her face and curving elegantly around soft cheeks.
"I was just playing with Akeno...."
The vibrant red locks seemed to catch the magical light, glowing like liquid rubies. Rias walked forward, her hourglass figure moving with a mesmerizing, regal grace. Tight-fitting crimson and black gown hugged her prominent, voluptuous breasts, which rose and fell with her sharp intake of breath.
Her impossibly narrow waist gave way to full, sweeping hips, a flawless demonic physique that exuded both absolute authority and sensuality. Her blue-green eyes, sharp as rare jewels, locked onto him, immediately sensing the harsh "Cosmic Static" radiating off his jacket.
"What happened? You look completely worn out," She grumbled in a concern, closing distance between them. The 'faint' scent of roses and Dark magic drifted from her skin as she reached out a slender hand to touch his chest.
Lucifer exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples as he explained the mess, "The Mortal realm collapsed under my weight.. Sentient Magic couldn't handle a Celestial messing with the timeline for three years. It practically threw another Earth into ours to rewrite everything I did."
Then he gestured tightly to the room, "The Universe couldn't erase the girls because of the True Name Magic, so it dumped them here... But up there, my entire past is a lie. I'm a pure Gryffindor now. I've spent three years babysitting Potter and Weasley. My achievements? Gone or twisted. They even locked Hermione's real memories away."
Rias's eyes narrowed, her intellect quickly analyzed the situation as she rested a warm, comforting hand against his cheek, "A desperate, defensive move by the World's magic. It literally buried your footprints under a fake history... So, what do you want to do? We don't have to go back. We can just wake everyone up right here. Let's bring Hermione down to Hell, seal the gates, and let that world choke on its own little script."
"I wish we could," Lucifer replied, his gaze darkening as he looked past her at his sleeping wives and girlfriends. He shook his head, recalling the Cosmic laws he had just parsed.
"I checked the core Matrix before stepping down... Hermione is the planet's 'Anchor Being'. Her very existence keeps the structural integrity of that Earth together. She has to live out her life there first before she can ascend here with us. If I pull her out right now, the entire planet will just collapse into nothingness."
He turned his gaze back toward the ceiling, eyes piercing through the bedrock of Hell, looking straight toward distant towers of Hogwarts.
"I can't make any more massive, reckless moves that push Sentient Magic too far, or the next backlash will just... wipe the entire board. I have to go back to school. I'll play along with their little Gryffindor nanny routine for now, but I'm going to find the cracks in this 'script' and tear it apart from the inside."
Lucifer was now heading back to Hogwarts to face a world that treated his entire pasy like glitch, Snape's soul was fighting up there with a doppelganger, and didn't know how much longer he would last before coming down to Hell as well, he sighed loudly while noting the floating bodies of Gellert, Vinda, and the rest of his Acolytes.
"Wuuu~~"
His Magical Creatures' were safe in the pocket world, he had even captured two Dementors, but the rest who agreed to guard Dorset prison as wardens, had returned to Azkaban.
"Trelawney's prophecy came through huh, what a terrifying ability..." Dumbledore's soul was trapped up there, and he needed to be killed by Lucifer's hands to get back his own 'freedom', for the next afterlife, "Let's settle down everyone here first."
[PS: Original timeline's Basilisk products won't be able to destroy Horcrux, and two fangs of current are actually part of 'Salazar's Horcrux,' it's magic solely worked in Chamber of Secrets to destroy new timeline's Horcruxes. It's done by Magic.]
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A Time-Turner was a magical device used for time travel. It most commonly took the 'form' of a small hourglass worn on a necklace.
Inside the hourglass was a substance known as the 'Sand of Time.' Where it came from in Wizarding World, no one knew.
Not Lucifer. Not Nicolas Flamel. Not even Luna who obviously survived 'the Incursion', according to her, in the founder's era, 'Time-Turners' didn't yet exist. And by the time Flamel first heard of them, the 'British Ministry of Magic' had already caused quite a few disasters with the things. As a result, their rules governing Time-Turners were extremely strict.
"Anyone who plays with time would
eventually be toyed in return...."
Even now, no one could say for certain how severe the consequences of changing the past might be. Sometimes the effects surfaced in unexpected ways, at completely different points in time.
"I would have never used 'Time-turner' to save Sirius Black from the Dementors, and escape West Tower on Buckbeak. What on earth happened to me and Hermione...."
Lucifer wouldn't even be surprised if in a few years, a stray owl might curse Sirius Black with 'Avada Kedavra'', he would definitely end up paying that life right back. The greater the change, the harsher the backlash. That was common sense to everyone who truly understood 'Time-Turners.'
Now, he had a busy early summer ahead of him; he had so much to lose, he was going to make sure he could never be matched in Wizard or Physical Combat.
He was the Harbinger of Destruction, and going to live up to that title, all to protect Hermione, because without her, Lucifer had nothing left to lose.
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Leaning back into his armchair and thought of Hermione, sitting on his lap, currently, running circles on his chest; his love for the Bushy Haired 'Know-it-All' only grew over the month of July.
His desire to feel her against him was stronger than it ever was. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down before he stood up. Thinking of Hermione in that way got him more excited than it really should have.
But with how tired he was lately, he wasn't able to control his desires. When he finally felt that he was calm, he stood up and went into his bathroom. Lucifer waved over at the two candles, instead turning on lights, staring at himself in the mirror.
He had dark circles under his eyelids, and even though his physique was better, he looked a little thinner than he usually did. Not as thin as Harry always did by any means, but for himself he was quite thin.
He ran some water and splashed it onto his face, Lucifer looked up and saw a soulless, grotesque abomination in the mirror, causing him to 'fall' backwards a bit.
He stood up and looked at his reflection again, seeing his usual self.
His hand had balled into a fist and he punched the mirror out of anger, roaring as he did, Lucifer pulled his fist back and muttered a 'Reparo' on the Mirror. He glanced at his fist and it wasn't bleeding, making his prediction correct but it did hurt a bit.
"What are you waiting for?!"
Just like that, his pain was all gone.
Lucifer sighed, dried his face off, going back to bed to try and sleep.
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A very agitated looking Amenadiel bursted into Lucifer's wine cellar, he was currently busy pouring himself a mildly alcoholic drink.
"Lucifer, why are you back here? It's time to leave! You've been here on Earth long enough!" Amenadiel was now really fed up with doing someone else's job of ruling Underworld, especially after what happened days ago, it was obvious he needed to leave Earth.
"Ah....I have been waiting for you to stomp Lux for days."
Just as Amenadiel was about to get annoyed that Lucifer's obviously coming of a new reason to delay his return to Hell.
"You see, I also wanted to talk...." Lucifer picked up his glass, making his way towards a nearby pole, "I'm not leaving, brother!"
"What?!"
"I'm saying that I've realized something here in this 'City of Angels," Lucifer put his right hand over the pole, doing a little spin around, "That, I really am no longer one anymore!" He gave a loud chuckle, even straining his dry throat which seemed to really have not uttered much words during the past weeks, "And if that's true, then why am I still trying to please Father? Eons... Eons...spent condemned to my fate in Hell, and yet I'm still trying to seek 'His approval!"
"Still playing a part in 'His play! Look what he did to my quiet life here," Lucifer was now full on going rebel, he was completely done seeking God's approval, or that's what he did interpreted from Trelawney's mess of words, "Well, no more, Brother." he started making his way towards his bedroom, steadily walking through the corridor.
A glass of whiskey in hand, took a little sip, cleared throat before speaking.
"He abandoned me, so why shouldn't I abandon Him? It's time I fully accept how everyone else sees me: the Rebel. As the Sorting Hat once said to me, If you really want to rebel, move to 'Gryffindor!"
"Lucifer, as much as I am moved by your sentiment, unfortunately, that's a no. You are coming back to Hell with me. There's no discussion...."
But Amenadiel was just here to break Lucifer's newfound dreams, giving him a stern warning. It caused him to let out a small sigh, while pushing the door of his bedroom.
"Yes, you see...this is where it gets interesting. We made a deal, didn't we, for a favor to be named later? That, later is now. And my ask, it's quite simple." Lucifer turned around to directly face Amenadiel's huge frowned expression.
"Leave me be."
"That was thousands of years ago!Besides, you know, I can't do that," Amenadiel's brows twitched longer he seemed to have listened to his sibling talk, with a excited grin on his face.
"Well, isn't it a sin for an angel to break a vow?" Lucifer was now really enjoying the ever amusing changes in Amenadiel's facial, sighing in nothing but disappointment.
"....Oh, Luci. Father will be 'furious.' And you will suffer His wrath!"
"Well, then" Lucifer made a step forward, his voice very grave, Amenadiel's disappointed eyes immediately met his strong gaze, "He knows where to find me."
It was said in almost a whisper.
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Several hours later, Lucifer stood outside his window, an empty area of the balcony, with Maze coming over in low sound of footsteps.
"...Are you sure about this?"
"Yes. Go on Maze." Lucifer started to kneel down on the cold floor, his angel wings now spread out in all its mighty glory, it was a very tense looking atmosphere.
Just by taking a single glance at Maze's face, you could even see the way Lucifer's current actions were inwardly killing her. She who expressed no emotions but desire and hatred, a demon of Hell with no soul, was also sobbing.
It was 'heart-breaking' even for her.
Slash! Slash!
At the end, when Lucifer just felt empty behind his hack, his daring gaze now fixed upon Heaven, challenging God to do his worse.
"Put them away."
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Hermione then got bold, "Is it alright if I stay with him for a week or two over the summer before we go to the Burrow?"
Jane raised an eyebrow, "You're asking me to allow you to stay with him... 'by yourselves?"
"We won't do anything other than usual stuff, Mum!" She tried to convince her, "And even if we do, a shag or two isn't going to hurt anything... you know how my feelings get all tingly, when I am not around him for a long period of time. Please, I will really be careful....."
Jane eyed her daughter carefully, "You're still asking me to let two hormonal fourteen year olds stay together, alone..."
"Please, mum? You know I'll be safe there, and he knows to not try anything I'm not ready for, he's got more respect for me than that..." Hermione tried to appeal to her mother.
Mrs. Granger was quiet for a moment, before she responded, "Alright," her daughter's eyes lit up, "I know you both love each other greatly... just use 'protection, alright dear?"
"Mum!" Hermione felt her face flush with embarrassment.
"I'm just being honest, Hermione. I know you wouldn't do anything to make life at Hogwarts harder than it needs to be," Jane said firmly with her trust, and Hermione heard the voice in the back of her head saying if her mother only knew the half of what she and Lucifer usually did.
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Night
A '63 Cadillac convertible, black on black, sails down Sunset, cruising through the adult Disneyland that is nighttime, Hampstead Garden.
Near Tottenham Court Road.
Neon and billboards reflected on the
windshield.
The Neptunes' remix of the Stones'
"Sympathy For The Devil" on the radio.
Behind the wheel, The Devil himself.
Say hello to Lucifer Morningstar.
He's good-looking, a teenage boy of considerable wealth and taste, but that's not what made him jump off the screen.
It's his vibe, pure lusty mischief.
Sardonic smile, Timeless style.
And yes, 'He's that Lucifer.'
The son of God. The one who rebelled, plotted against his father and plummeted from grace. The one who was banished from Paradise and forced to serve as the 'Lord of Hell' for all eternity.
So what's he doing up north? More on that later. Because right now, Lucifer was getting pulled over for speeding. A Motorcycle cop wae approaching the car, yelling over the loud music, "Can you turn down the music, boy?!"
Lucifer turned down the volume, and talked back, "You know what they say, officer. If it's getting too loud, you're getting too old!"
"Do you know why I pulled you over?"
"Obviously you felt the need to exercise your limited power and punish me for ignoring the speed limit, It's okay. I understand!" Lucifer gave him a toothy smile, now seemed to be in very good mood.
"I like to punish people too."
Or at least he used to...
"Do you have any idea how fast you were going?!"
"Haven't a clue. I blame it on the Stones. They just make a man wanna drive, ya know what I mean?"
The cop now seemed to pause for a moment, even going in a thoughtful kind of face.
"Sometimes I put my siren on and I drive really fast for no reason at all. Just 'cause I can...." That Cop said with a stupid expression on his face.
"Right?! And why wouldn't you? It's fun! It feels good to get away with things, doesn't it?" Lucifer was also getting excited, being able to meet Hermione after over a month. Even best, spend rest of the holidays with him at Lux.
That Unknown cop also gave a small chuckle and exclaimed, "It does feel good....." But then he stopped mid-sentence, didn't know why he just shared a guilty pleasure with a complete stranger.
Lucifer tried to calm down a panicking, and very confused looking worker, "It's okay, officer. People like to tell me things. Secrets, desires, their deepest, darkest thoughts. Must be something about this face."
"....License and registration."
"Yep, Coming right up..." Lucifer fishes a hundred out of his wallet, offers to the man looking at his face with a dumbfounded expression.
"Are you trying to bribe me, kid?"
"Yes, of course. Why, is that not enough? Here, take more, it's only money."
"But, it's against the law, sir!"
"You people are funny about your laws. You break the law sometimes, don't you?"
The cop nods his face, it's almost involuntary.
"Do tell."
"Sometimes I'll pull a woman over for a minor infraction and get her to flash me a little something."
"You dirty dog you..."
"Sometimes I let her off with a warning. Sometimes I don't. Sometimes other stuff happens..."
Lucifer just shook his head, while muttering, "Britain's finest..." his eyes now pointed towards the cash, "You're really tempted to keep that, aren't you?"
Stupid nod, even felt enchanted, or under some kind of 'Imperius curse.'
"So what are you waiting for? Permission? Keep it! Buy yourself something pretty. You deserve it! But if you don't mind, I really must be on my way, my Girlfriend's waiting, you know?"
The cop just took the money and put it back in his pocket, "Okay, sir, you have a nice day!"
"You too, officer!"
Lucifer dimed the radio and roared off, leaving one very dazed and confused cop in his wake. As he went, you could see the Caddy's rear vanity plate, which read, "HAILS8N."
Smash to Black, 'followed' by a Title Card:
LUCIFER
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Hermione could probably give him a guided tour in under one minute. There were several pictures of a middle-aged couple on the wall, and Lucifer knew they were her parents.
He knew Jane was vaguely similar, but the man had her hair color, Granger's house also changed quite a lot from his past visits, and reality warped.
They seemed nice. Happy.
In the pictures closest to the kitchen, Hermione at various ages was posing with them, hugging them, opening presents some Christmas morning, riding a bike as her father ran alongside her.
They looked like a typical family, Lucifer had no idea what that was like. An orange tumbleweed appeared at the kitchen door, he raised one eyebrow as the wizened feline again stared him down.
"Hello there, Crookshanks."
Crookshanks slowly circled him, never looking away, Lucifer started to feel as if he were on trial. The cat came a little closer, sniffing his boots.
After one final discerning glare,Crookshanks meowed at him.
Lucifer was surprised that dust didn't puff out of its mouth with the sound. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the cat was rubbing against his leg, purring like an antique motor.
Apparently he'd been deemed acceptable.
"'He likes you now," Hermione said from behind him.
"What a relief," he replied dryly, turning to find her in a maroon bathrobe.
"Let's go to my bedroom. There's more space. We can have some fun until they are out grocery shopping!"
"Lead the way."
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