The world exploded into noise.
Shouts.
Crashing spells.
Thunderous explosions.
Albus hit the ground hard as the spinning light of the Time-Turner finally faded.
For a moment his ears rang so loudly he couldn't hear anything else.
Then the sounds of battle rushed in.
Screams echoed across the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Spells flashed across the dark sky like deadly fireworks.
The smell of smoke filled the air.
Scorpius groaned beside him.
"Please tell me that was the last time we do that."
Albus slowly stood up.
His heart nearly stopped.
They were standing on the edge of the Hogwarts courtyard.
And everywhere around them—
War.
Students and teachers ran across the grounds.
Giants roared in the distance.
Spells blasted into stone walls.
The entire castle was under attack.
Scorpius looked around in shock.
"This is it."
"The Battle of Hogwarts."
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Albus felt a strange sensation.
He had heard stories about this battle his entire life.
His father had fought here.
His family had nearly died here.
But now…
He was actually standing inside that moment of history.
Lightning flashed above them.
And through the chaos, dark figures advanced toward the castle gates.
Death Eaters.
Followers of Lord Voldemort.
Scorpius grabbed Albus's arm.
"We need to stay hidden."
"Right."
"If someone sees us, we could destroy the timeline even more."
They ducked behind a broken wall.
Students rushed past them, firing spells.
Albus suddenly recognized one of the fighters.
A tall red-haired man casting powerful defensive charms.
Ron Weasley.
Beside him, a brilliant witch fired spell after spell with perfect accuracy.
Hermione Granger.
Scorpius whispered in awe,
"They're incredible."
Albus nodded silently.
But then his eyes searched the battlefield.
Looking for someone else.
Someone he had always known.
Someone he had always struggled to understand.
And then he saw him.
Standing at the center of the courtyard.
Holding his wand firmly.
Fighting like a storm.
Harry Potter.
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Albus felt something tighten in his chest.
He had seen his father many times before.
But never like this.
Never in the middle of war.
Harry moved across the battlefield with incredible focus.
Spells deflected around him.
Death Eaters fell back.
He fought not with anger—But with determination.
Scorpius whispered,
"That's your dad."
Albus nodded slowly.
"Yes."
For the first time…
He truly understood something.
His father wasn't just a hero in stories.
He was a man who had carried the weight of an entire war.
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Suddenly Scorpius grabbed his shoulder.
"Albus."
"Look."
Across the battlefield another figure moved silently through the chaos.
Not fighting.
Not hiding.
Watching.
Delphi.
She was searching for something.
Waiting for the perfect moment.
Scorpius whispered,
"She's looking for the exact point where Voldemort loses."
Albus nodded.
"If she changes that moment…"
Scorpius finished the sentence quietly.
"Then Voldemort wins."
Lightning struck the castle tower.
The battle intensified.
Somewhere deep inside the castle…
The final confrontation was approaching.
Harry Potter would soon face Voldemort.
And Delphi intended to rewrite that moment.
Albus clenched his fists.
"We have to stop her."
Scorpius nodded.
"But carefully."
"If we interfere too much…"
"We could destroy the timeline completely."
Albus looked toward the castle doors.
Where Delphi had disappeared.
Then toward his father.
Fighting for the future.
This moment decided everything.
And now…
Two boys from the future were about to risk changing it.
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