It has been five years.
The Dursleys treat me with nothing short of devotion. The compulsions I placed upon them years ago have woven deeply into their minds, transforming disdain into affection, cruelty into warmth. Vernon is almost paternal now, and Petunia fusses over me as though I were her own son. To outsiders, we are an ordinary, happy family.
But beneath that illusion lies truth.
My appearance has shifted slowly over the years, reshaped by the influence of my soul. Gone is the frail, messy-haired boy of prophecy. My hair gleams silver now, shimmering faintly in the light like liquid moonstone. My eyes, once green, are a hypnotic gold—the same color I bore as the Celestial Mage. I no longer need glasses; my body has simply… perfected itself.
Despite rediscovering that my original magic still functions here, I've focused instead on mastering the sorcery of this world. It's limited, crude in design, yet full of untapped potential. A new system to understand, to conquer.
Beneath the Dursley home, I've carved a new sanctum—a vast, hidden base layered with wards so complex that even an archmage would struggle to sense it. Detection charms, concealment sigils, null fields—all anchored by my personal mana network. Even a dozen twelfth‑tier spells couldn't breach these defenses.
This is my true home. My laboratory.
And it is here that I have begun to rebuild.
Through study of Voldemort's fragmented memories and my own ancient knowledge, I've succeeded in one of my oldest arts: homunculus creation. Using my magic as the foundation, I've developed a stable artificial core capable of channeling natural mana, much like a living being's magical heart.
Two of them stand before me now—my newest creations.
The first I shaped into the form of a boy, the same age as my current body. His soul, once sleeping within my pocket dimension, I now return to him. Elijah—my closest friend, my most loyal companion. A Grand Archmage of Earth and Alchemy. His mastery of golemcraft once raised an army of stone that crushed an empire. But beyond his genius, he was loyal, kind, unshakably steadfast.
The second I shaped into a girl, delicate yet strong. Into her vessel, I guide the soul of Lily, my older sister. Archmage of Water and Healing. Her power once restored an entire army in a single breath. She was our heart, our mercy, our light in the dark days of the old world.
Both awaken slowly. Their eyes open. Confusion fades to recognition.
"Elijah," I whisper, smiling faintly. "Lily."
Their gazes meet mine—and then they kneel, as they once did millennia ago.
"Master…" Elijah breathes."My brother…" Lily's voice trembles, tears glistening in her eyes.
In that moment, I feel something I haven't felt in thousands of years. Not triumph. Not power.
Belonging.
Together again, in a new world.
The Celestial Mage, his dearest friend, and his sister reborn.
And this time, the world of magic will be ours to shape from the very beginning.