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Chapter 32– Through the Pale Sky
🕑 Added 2025-07-07 14:57:40 +0000 UTCPOV: Harry
Orbit Above P3R-233
The Laconian fleet burst into existence like a constellation reborn.
Twelve Astraeos-class colony ships and their escort shone against the dark velvet sky, fanned out in a perfect, silent line. The LIS Gryphon led them. Its silver hull was covered in etched sigils that glowed faintly from shield harmonics. All the ships stayed in their places as the command ship went into high orbit.
P3R-233, a planet of gray beauty, spun below them. Grey oceans, blackened mountain ranges, and cratered plains look like the bones of an old battlefield that have been left out in the cold for too long.
Atmospheric scans showed a bad picture:
— Areas of low radiation that are left over from ancient energy discharges.
— Residual Naquadah traces that are thick but not active.
— The most damning thing is the clear Ancient frequency pulse that can be heard echoing under the southern continent.
"It's like it's frozen in time," Sena said quietly on the observation deck.
Harry looked down in silence. He had his hands behind his back, and the high collar of his ceremonial envoy coat caught the light from the Gryphon's bridge lights.
But for Harry Potter, it was not just the location of his fall.
It was where his old story ended and his new story began.
The LIS Gryphon was in high orbit with a group of Astraeos-class colony ships. They must have made a quiet a site if seen from a telescope like what he had in astronomy. Specially as they were not cloaked
He was finally going home for his people to save them.
He bent his head. "Not yet."
The ship's AI rang.
"Landing coordinates locked. Cleared for surface approach. No active defenses. Mirror vault found under substructure theta."
Harry turned around. "Get ready for the descent and a science detail should also come. And... is Hedwig already in the hangar bay.
The shuttle shook a little as it broke through the upper atmosphere. Grey vapor hissed off the wings, and static crackled along the hull.
The skies on P3R-233 were a dull copper color, with violet streaks from magnetic storms that happened high up. The world below was colorless. It wasn't dead, but it was not alive also. It was preserved, like a image that had been left out there with no one to care.
Through the window, I could see a single black mesa in the distance, surrounded by shallow salt lakes and basalt spires that had been shaped by the wind.
"That's it," Sena said, pointing. "Same coordinates as the last time you came. The vault is buried deep in the cliff wall.
There was a low hum when the shuttle landed. The ground was dusty but solid. Old pylons, broken and half-fused, stuck out of the ground like the ribs of buried giants.
A gust of wind blew across the landing zone, sending ash flying.
Sena was the first to get off the ramp. "It feels like a tomb."
Harry went after. "It is."
They walk on a landing pad that has been runied for a long time and is covered in pale lichen and frost-rooted moss. This time the wind didn't hurt as much. He didn't know if it was because of natural decay or Harry's strength.
They walked together without saying a word.
The mirror vault was just ahead, half-hidden behind the same bluff where he had fallen through the veil a year ago.
Harry knelt next to the very stone where he had first hit the ground. He was still coughing blood and holding his ribs while shouting for for help.
"It's hard to believe it's only been a year," he said softly.
"Yes, my lord, it has been a year and a half since you took a new host," Sena said from behind him.
He slowly got up.
He said, "It's strange. You'd think the worst part would be the hurt. But it wasn't. I didn't know what would happen or if I would live. If I lived. will this place that i come If all this mattered."
"You built an empire," she reminded him.
"I was just trying to stay alive."
The door to the vault was half-open, and the glyphs were still there, but they were dim due to power failure. No active defense. It was just there waiting.
They went inside.
The hallway was small. The air was full of dust, like regret. But when they got to the inner chamber, it cleared up, and there it stood:
The Mirror.
Perfect. No changes.
The oval-shaped object floated just above the pedestal, humming softly with power that could change reality.
It didn't shimmer. It felt alive.
And Harry thought it knew him.
He stood in front of it, quietly.
Sena stood next to him but didn't say anything.
He raised his hand not to touch it, but to feel it and set it to his home universe.
He finally said, "I walked through this thing as a stranger. Now I walk back a king."
He looked into the surface, where a thousand branching reflections of worlds beyond could be seen.
He said, "I'm not going to explore. I'm going to bring them here."
"Who?"
He said, "My people." "The ones I left behind. The ones that otherforgot about. The ones who still fight to stay alive on a planet full of ghosts. Wizards. Muggles. .Friends. Strangers. Kids."
Sena swallowed. "What if they aren't ready?"
He looked at her. "Then I'll get them ready."
Sena was standing right behind him. "Are you sure?"
He looked into the surface, where a thousand branching reflections of other worlds could be seen.
Sena had a hard time swallowing. "Then let me go with you."
He shook his head.
"If I go back and things are broken, I can't risk Laconia. I can't risk you."
"My Lord—"
He stared at her. And smiled.
"Make sure this world stays steady. You're better at it than I ever was.
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Hedwig hooted once, low and knowing. She stepped down from her perch of stone and glided to the bottom of the Mirror, her claws clinking against the old stone.
She turned her head to Harry.
"Stay with her," he said softly.
The owl didn't say anything.
He looked at the Mirror.
It rippled on the surface.
Just like it had before, but this time he wasn't hurt. He wasn't scared.
He was complete.
And all set.
He looked back one last time at Sena, Hedwig, and the world he had made out of fire, will, and memory.
When he looked at the mirror. He saw Ron, who had a big smile on his face and dirt on his face, yelling from the other side of the Quidditch pitch. Hermione held her wand like it was a sword for some reason, her eyes full of worry and certainty. The way they had laughed at the Burrow under the Christmas lights, acting like they weren't at war.
He saw Molly fussing of his scarf. Arthur asked again how phones worked. Ginny, with bright eyes and a steady posture..
Then the warmth turned into a chill, and the night got cold.
He saw the last duel: Voldemort's eyes, which were full of terrible, empty hatred, and the bright light that ended it all. The hurt in his scar. The time when it should have all ended.
But it didn't. Not really.
Now he was standing there, alive, free, and walking back through a world that had never buried him.
He whispered, "I wasn't supposed to live this long. So I have to make it count."
He said, "I'm coming full circle."
The Mirror was still, but as Harry got closer, the surface started to ripple.
It didn't show his face. Not really.
For a very short time, it showed other people. Different versions of him:
One with a wand made of obsidian and wearing robes that have been through a lot of wars.
Another person in Auror armor, smiling and covered in blood next to an older Ron.
A version of him that never left Hogwarts, still in school robes and still not knowing.
Each one flickered like a candle flame, but then they went out as he got closer.
A low, resonant hum started up. It was musical, not mechanical. The sound came from memory, not ears. A note that fit perfectly inside his chest. It knew him.
Around the pedestal, symbols began to glow—ancient runes that were both strange and familiar. One beat slowly, like a heart.
He didn't touch the surface.
He just looked.
And the mirror looked back.
It had been waiting.
Then he stepped into the light.
And vanished.
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