Location: The Origin Void – Before Time
Before Hogwarts, before Earth, before even the Titans and Olympians, there was the Void. From it emerged the Old Gods, the first beings to awaken in the nothingness. They were not born but forged—sentient aspects of raw creation. They were never meant to rule. Only to build.
Their names were never meant to be spoken, for they were not of language, but essence. Each embodied a core force of reality:
Vornak, the Entropy Womb, who spun galaxies into spirals of death.
Saelith, the Weaver of Time, who wove fate into the bones of stars.
Kael'Zun, the Devourer of Thought, who created and consumed dreams alike.
Eldara, the Forge-Mother, who built matter from starlight and war.
Xhyr, the Unseen, who watched the multiverse from the shadows, always watching.
In the beginning, they created with wonder. The first realms bloomed from their will. Magic, science, life, and death—they were not opposites then, but siblings.
They created Asgard, the first kingdom of divine order.
They built Olympus, the echo of ambition and mortal reverence.
They breathed life into Earth, the fragile world that would one day give birth to the boy named Harry.
But power grew alongside pride. When sentient life began to evolve and create without them, the Old Gods grew resentful.
"How dare they shape their own fate?" Saelith hissed.
"They forget who breathed them into being," Eldara snarled.
"We must remind them," whispered Xhyr, already planting the seeds of corruption.
They did not act immediately. Instead, they retreated into the Outer Void, watching as the Pantheons rose—Greek, Norse, Egyptian, Celtic—born from the belief of mortals. These gods were weaker than the Old Ones, but beloved.
That was the true insult.
And so, the Old Gods planned. They began silencing pantheons. Worlds fell. Realms unraveled. The balance began to tip. The Old Gods fed on chaos, despair, and fractured belief. They grew strong again—but this time not as creators.
As tyrants.
The Secret War
The first to fight them were the Avatars of the Cosmic Flame—a line of mortal-born Guardians who carried a fragment of the Phoenix spark. Most perished. The last one before Harry was Seraphiel the Silver-Eyed, who gave her soul to seal the Void from bleeding into time.
Then came the Ancients: Merlin, King Arthur, the Founders of Hogwarts, the first Sorcerer Supremes, even Odin himself. Together, they battled the creeping tendrils of the Old Gods' influence.
They won battles. But never the war.
Arthur fell. Merlin faded. Atlantis sank. The Hallows scattered. The Multiverse weakened. And the Old Gods waited.
The Chosen Counterforce: Harry Potter
The prophecy was not born on Earth. It echoed through all realms:
"The One Born Twice, who Dies Thrice, shall carry All.
Heir of Power, Hope, and Flame.
Slayer of Death. Guardian of Life.
The Last to Fall. The First to Rise."
Harry James Potter was born under prophecy. But not just the one spoken by Trelawney. The true prophecy was cosmic, ancient, and layered into the very timeline.
He died once at the hands of Voldemort.
He died again to become the Guardian.
And he would die a final time to become more than mortal.
The moment he ascended and embraced the multiverse's pain, the Old Gods took it as a challenge. They emerged fully—no longer whispers—but colossi of destruction.
Their war broke timelines. Slaughtered worlds. Even the Watchers feared to intervene.
But Harry did not.
With the Hallows embedded in his soul, with Excalibur reforged and the powers of Olympus, Asgard, and mutantkind as allies, he stood alone at the Eye of the Void.
And he did not kneel.
The Final Confrontation
The battle, as told in Chapter 22, was a cataclysm. But the true secret is this:
The Old Gods could only be destroyed by one who understood all of them—creation, time, chaos, war, and will. Harry didn't just fight them. He absorbed their knowledge. Learned from them. Wept for them.
And then, he ended them.
Not out of hate. But out of mercy.
He rewrote their essence into stars, scattered across the heavens. Their power was returned to the multiverse, no longer trapped in tyranny.
The Old Gods are gone.
But stars never forget.
The Echo Left Behind
As Harry rose as the Guardian, and Camelot flourished, one final fragment stirred in the darkest corner of the old timeline. A being the Old Gods feared. A mistake even they dared not name.
He was not born of the Void—but beneath it.
He had no name.
Only a title:
The Eternal Nemesis.
And now he knows Harry lives.
And he is coming.