The Curious Case of Marvolo Corvus Lestrange
One Friday night, an ordinary man stumbles home from an office party, drunk, disoriented, and unaware that a single misstep will end his life.
When he wakes again, it is not in a hospital bed, but in a cold manor, in a child’s body, attended by a sobbing house-elf calling him “little master.” The world around him is wrong, uncanny, and terrifyingly familiar.
He has been reborn as Corvus Marvolo Lestrange.
Son of Bellatrix Lestrange. Heir to a bloodstained legacy. A name that should never have existed.
As fragmented memories of his former life clash with the grim reality of the Wizarding World, Corvus struggles to understand where and when he has landed. Is this the world he remembers? Or a twisted variation where fate itself has been rewritten?
The truth becomes undeniable the day he is presented before a pale, red-eyed man seated in his grandfather’s chair. A man who smiles thinly and speaks his name with interest.
Lord Voldemort.
“Here comes my son,” Bellatrix announced proudly. “Corvus Marvolo Lestrange.”
The man’s gaze pinned him in place.
“Ah, Marvolo,” Voldemort murmured. “I sense potential.”
“Yes, sir,” Corvus replied automatically.
“You may address me as My Lord.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
Voldemort smiled thinly. “No need to be nervous. I am Lord Voldemort. It should be your pleasure to meet me.”
Pleasure My Ass !!! Corvus wanted to say, but he just smiled weakly.
From that moment, Corvus realizes that survival will require more than silence and obedience. Born into darkness, surrounded by monsters, and carrying a name that invites destiny’s gaze, he must decide whether he is merely a pawn in a grand design or something far more dangerous.
Because in a world ruled by prophecy, power, and bloodlines, the greatest threat may not be the Dark Lord…
