"I used to be just an ordinary boy living a simple, uneventful life… until the day I died. Now? I'm not even sure what "normal" means anymore. But honestly… I kind of prefer it this way. After all, who would want to be ordinary when you could be a wizard? Especially the greatest wizard of all time! …Well, maybe not the greatest—yet." ----------------- Ethan Night was just an ordinary teenager — a passionate fan of the Harry Potter universe. But after an unexpected death, he awakens in a world that feels all too familiar: the Wizarding World itself. Now living among spells, mysteries, and magical creatures, Ethan discovers that he's far from an ordinary wizard. Within him lies a set of unique abilities... a primal power that sharpens his body, mind, and soul, making him something far beyond human. With war looming on the horizon and determined to change the fate of his favorite characters, Ethan decides to carve his own path in the wizarding world and rewrite the story himself. He'll make allies and enemies, defy destiny, master his powers, and grow stronger — all to protect those he loves and keep the true essence of magic alive. In a world of wands and war, one wizard carries the soul of a beast. ****************************************** Support me on Patrëon (/Se7enX)! You'll get access to advanced chapters and help keep me motivated to write even more. Thank you so much for reading and supporting this story! ****************************************** Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its universe — all rights belong to J.K. Rowling. The only things that belong to me are my original characters (OCs) and the unique twists added to the storyline.
Obi-Wan Kenobi: [jumps down from the upper levels] Hello there. [All droids activate their weapons and surround Obi-Wan.] General Grievous: General Kenobi. You are a bold one. [to the Magna Guards] Kill him! [The Magna guards advance. Obi-wan pulls down a heating vent on top of them.] General Grievous: [to the droids] Back away! I will deal with this Jedi slime myself. Obi-Wan Kenobi: Your move. General Grievous: You fool. I've been trained in your Jedi arts by Count Dooku. [Grievous' two arms split into four. Each activates and wields a stolen lightsaber.] General Grievous: Attack, Kenobi!