Another year is finished now for the next year. From the 4th year the real shit will begin with Tom's return.
I sighed as I opened the door of my house. And boom another letter waiting in front of me after 2 years.
I should ignore it, but with the tri-wizard tournament and Tom's return I might need some more power up for every one as they are going to need it in future.
I opened the letter,
Hello soul no. 106547832259
We thank you again for completing those previous missions we assigned.
Currently we have 3 more missions for you, if you want of course. Which is going to take you some time to finish so we allow you to bring 2 companions with you from your current world and we will also offer them the same reward we gave you last time. We also offer them a single spin before the missions begin.
So we hope you choose your companions wisely and if they want to accompany you all they have to is sign the letter with you and all three of you will get transported to the same white room with Freyja who will give you details of your mission.
The worlds you are assigned are-
1. Wednesday
2. Wanted
3. Kpop Demon hunter
We will wait for you and your companions arrival.
Sincerely,
The Department Of After Life Management.
That's new and good too. I have to talk with Snape and Daphne if they want to go with me.
Fast forward thirty minutes—I was standing in the Greengrass drawing room. Daphne sat with crossed arms and that 'I'm skeptical but intrigued' look. Draco slouched dramatically across from her, messing with the collar of his new modern blue jacket—his personal rebellion against wizarding cloaks. Snape stood near the window, half in shadow, black robes draped like an avenging bat. Of course.
"So, let me get this straight," Draco said, eyeing the parchment like it might explode. "You got another letter from your… cosmic paper pushers?"
"Department of Afterlife Management," I corrected. "Bureaucracy for the dead. They love me."
"They don't sound like they love you," Daphne muttered. "They sound like they want you to blow up more timelines."
"Same thing," I shrugged. "Anyway—three missions, three different worlds. I get to pick two companions. I may have pre-decided that I'm not dragging Astoria into this."
Daphne rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. "Good. Or you'd be coming back with feathers in your hair and your heart pecked out by Vajra."
"A fair point," I said. "Anyway… perks for you two—free power-ups. One spin for each mission completed also a bonus spin for participating."
Draco perked up immediately. "We get to spin a wheel?"
"Yes, Draco. Like a game show. But with superpowers."
He practically bounced. "I'm in."
I turned to Snape, my half-grin fading as I waited for his reaction. He didn't disappoint—he just pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling like I'd asked him to volunteer as tribute.
"Absolutely not," he said. "I have a wife who is carrying my child. You can destroy dimensions without me this time."
"Fair," I said, trying to hold back a grin. "And besides, we need you to cover Draco's absence. Tell the Malfoys he's with you on an extended… potion retreat. Or something."
Draco snorted. "Brilliant. If Father finds out I'm spinning a wheel in another world, he'll spin my head off."
"He won't," Snape snapped. "Because I'll tell him nothing."
Daphne's parents arrived halfway through my pitch—Lord Cedric Greengrass, adjusted the cuffs of his deep emerald Italian suit, glancing at his reflection in the polished glass of the Greengrass manor's modern living room. He muttered something about imported leather seats as he admired his new sports car parked outside.
Lady Delphina sat nearby on a plush white sofa, clad in a navy pantsuit, an iPad balanced on her crossed knee. Her smartwatch buzzed every few seconds with Astoria's new favorite streaming cartoon playing upstairs.
"Lord Greengrass," I said, all polite smiles. "I'm borrowing your eldest for a bit. Cosmic contract."
"Again?" Cedric groaned. "Boy, last time you dragged her back smelling of werewolf and you blamed it on universal wind currents."
"Technically accurate," I said brightly.
Delphina narrowed her eyes at Daphne. "You're the only one who can handle Astoria when she cause havoc with Vajra. Who will calm her now?"
Daphne pointed at Snape without hesitation. "Severus."
Snape's eyes snapped wide open. "Absolutely not—"
"Too late," I said, waving the letter. "Look. Three signatures. Draco's in, Daphne's in, now we just need yours."
"If Astoria burns the manor down with that bird—" Cedric began.
"I'll rebuild it," I promised. "Better. Modern. With air conditioning."
Delphina sighed. "Just bring her back in one piece."
"Promise." I unrolled the letter across the coffee table. "Sign here. And here. Draco, stop doodling on it."
Draco smirked. "It needed a snake."
Daphne elbowed him. "Sign properly."
Snape leaned over, his scowl so deep it probably had its own zip code. He didn't sign—just crossed his arms.
"You won't tell me where?" he asked.
"Easy missions," I said. "Piece of cake."
His stare could have withered granite. "If she returns with a missing limb—"
"She'll come back with extra limbs if anything," I said. "Wheel of Power, remember?"
Draco snorted into his sleeve.
"Fine." Snape hissed through his teeth. "Go. I'll handle the excuses."
Daphne gave him a quick peck on the cheek—yes, the stoic Professor Severus Snape got an actual sisterly kiss from a Greengrass. He blinked like a startled bat.
"Take care of my sister," she muttered.
"Always," Snape said.
Draco signed with a dramatic flourish. Daphne followed with neat loops. I signed last. The parchment glowed a sickly cosmic blue and folded itself into nothing.
When we stepped into the white room, time froze. Freyja waited there, looking every bit the tired junior manager stuck on overtime. She wore a crisp white blazer, trainers, and clutched a tablet like her life depended on it.
I stepped forward, hand tight around Daphne's fingers. "Freyja — meet my fiancée, Daphne Greengrass." Daphne nodded coolly. "And this is Draco Malfoy, the thunder prince himself, who's definitely going to break something expensive before the day's done."
Draco shot me a glare. "Rude. But accurate."
Freyja lifted her eyes from her tablet just long enough to sigh. "Great. More paperwork for me. Alright, team, eyes front. This is about the Loom of Fate."
She flicked her wrist — a holographic tapestry spun into the air, threads dancing, forming words, faces, symbols.
"The Loom isn't just a metaphor — it's real. It predicts deaths that must happen to keep balance in the world. When used properly, it's brutal but necessary. The Fraternity enforces these fated deaths, one clean shot at a time, to cut off chaos before it spreads."
She tapped the tablet, zooming in on a face: Sloan. "This is Sloan. Big boss. He used to keep it clean. Now? He forges threads. Kills innocents, spares guilty ones for cash. He's rotting the Fraternity from the inside."
Next came Fox — deadly eyes, gun raised. "Fox is his top assassin — loyal, fierce, but lied to. She thinks she's killing for balance. She's being fed fake threads."
Draco whistled low. "Dark."
"Then there's Wesley Gibson." Freyja swiped, showing a young man's face beside an older one — Cross. "Cross was Sloan's partner. He found out. They tried to kill him but failed. Cross went underground and started hunting the faternity members. Sloan tricked Wesley — his son — into hunting Cross, telling him Cross betrayed the Fraternity and killed his father who have no idea who his father is or how his father related to a super powered assassin club."
Daphne's eyes glimmered frost. "So Wesley is a pawn."
"Exactly," Freyja said, voice sharper now. "Your job: break that chain. Save Cross, show Wesley the truth, turn Fox to your side, and kill Sloan and every corrupt lieutenant loyal to him. The Loom stays pure — no more fake threads. The Fraternity lives, but clean, doing what it was always meant to do: kill to keep balance, not for profit."
I felt Daphne's fingers tighten. "Understood."
Draco leaned back, smirk curling. "So we're fixing fate and committing murder. Fun date night."
Freyja rolled her eyes. "Just do it right, okay? The Loom's real power is delicate. Break it, and you don't just lose balance — you unleash chaos everywhere. Also, I get blamed for it, and my boss hates surprises."
I nodded. "We'll handle it."
Freyja glanced up at me — a tiny grin slipping through the tired. "Good. Now, spin your gifts, summon your suits, freeze your enemies. Keep Wesley alive, save Cross, get Fox to see the truth, and burn Sloan to ashes."
She looked at Daphne and Draco. "Welcome to the fun part of Jon's life. Try not to blow it up."
"No promises," Draco and I said at the same time. Daphne just sighed — and smiled.
Freyja snapped her fingers. The spinning wheel shimmered into life beside her, glowing with runes and flickering images.
"Ladies first," she said. Daphne stepped forward, calm and regal. She pressed her palm to the wheel — frost crackled where she touched it. The wheel spun wildly, showering sparks of cold light.
It slowed, clicking like gears until a symbol locked in: a swirling crown of ice.
"Frost Monarch Template," Freyja declared, reading from her tablet. "Full command of cold — storms, blades, armor. You're basically winter now."
Daphne's eyes glowed, a pale mist escaping her breath. "Perfect," she murmured.
"My turn!" Draco jumped in, nearly pushing Daphne aside. He slapped his hand on the wheel — a spark of blue lightning danced over his knuckles. The wheel roared to life again, spinning so fast the symbols blurred.
It stopped on a silver shape — a sleek exosuit projection shimmered in the air.
"Nano Armor Suit," Freyja grinned. "Summon at will. Auto-defense. Enhanced strength, speed, stealth — and yes, it looks awesome."
Draco whooped. "Modern tech beats magic. Hogwarts wishes it had this!"
Daphne flicked frost at him. "Behave or I'll freeze the suit controls."
Draco stuck out his tongue — and I just laughed. Freyja watched, exasperated but amused. "Done. Now go fix the Loom, save your assassins, and try not to trash reality. Please."
She paused, blinking, then slapped her forehead. "Wait. Oh. Crap. One small detail."
Daphne crossed her arms. "What detail?"
"Oh, just a tiny thing," Freyja said quickly, flipping her tablet. "The Fraternity you're dealing with — they bend bullets."
Draco's eyes bulged. "THEY WHAT?!"
"They bend bullets, curve them mid-air, ricochet them perfectly. They can even slow their perception of time. Basically, they do physics murder magic."
"And you forgot to mention this?" Daphne's voice went Arctic.
Freyja held up her hands. "I have three million case files! I don't get holidays! My stress-eating is so bad I invented stress pizza."
"You almost dropped us into bullet ballet hell without warning!" Draco howled. "Is Hogwarts cursed or is it you?"
Freyja scowled. "Technically it's Hogwarts. Anyway — yes, you'll face assassins who can make bullets do the tango. But here's the good bit: with your magic, your bodies are more adaptable. With training, you can learn the same tricks."
I whistled. "So, wizard bullet benders?"
"Exactly," Freyja snapped. "But don't expect it tomorrow. They've spent years perfecting it. You three are smart — figure it out."
Daphne tapped her ice-cold foot. "Next time, tell us everything up front."
"I tried!" Freyja said. "Your magical spam wards hate me. I'm not a dark spirit!"
Draco crossed his arms. "Next time I'll have an owl slap you with the manual."
Freyja made a rude gesture with her tablet. "Anyway. Kill Sloan, save Cross, rescue Wesley from stupid, and get Fox to stop being brainwashed. Also, don't get shot in the face by a ricochet."
Daphne leaned closer, frost misting the air. "Do not forget things like this again. Or I'll ice your whole office."
"Ha! Jokes on you, I work from a volcano dimension!" Freyja shot back.
"Then I'll freeze your coffee supply." Daphne smiled sweetly.
Draco cackled. "And I'll override your nano firewalls just to blast disco music in your files."
Freyja's eye twitched. "I hate you. Now go save fate. Before I lose my last vacation day to your idiocy."
I gave her a thumbs up. "Got it. We'll bend bullets too — watch us."
"OUT!" Freyja yelled — and the white room exploded in light as we were thrown into fate's mess.
NOTICE:-
So here is the vote result and the winner is Modern Family (SI OC with template system). Also I have a question who should be the FMC here-
1. Alex
2. Haley
I will declare the result with next chapter.