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HOGWARTS: RETURNING FROM 40K
In the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium, where the Imperium of Man endures beneath the corpse-light of the Golden Throne, Bourne faced an enemy few mortals—or even Space Marines—could hope to survive.
Within the roiling madness of the Warp, he confronted Angron, the Daemon Primarch of the World Eaters—once a son of the Emperor, now a monstrous champion of Khorne, the Blood God. Angron’s form towered like a living cataclysm, a titanic figure of brass armor, burning hatred, and endless slaughter. The Warp itself howled with the echoes of rage and battle, a reflection of the Primarch’s eternal fury.
The clash was brief.
Against the sheer, apocalyptic might of a Daemon Primarch, Bourne was crushed.
Angron’s brutal warriors—the Spinebreakers, berserk killers who reveled in breaking bodies and souls alike—descended upon him like a tide of carnage. Their blows shattered his defenses, their chainaxes roaring like hungry beasts. Even in the shifting unreality of the Warp, resistance against such forces was futile.
Defeat came swiftly and mercilessly.
Yet something impossible occurred.
His soul did not dissolve into the Immaterium.
It was not devoured by daemons, nor twisted into a plaything of the Ruinous Powers. The predatory tides of the Warp that normally shredded mortal souls seemed unable to claim him. Nor did he return to Terra, where countless sacrificed psykers feed their essence to sustain the Astronomican and the Emperor upon the Golden Throne.
Instead—
His consciousness fell.
Not into the Warp’s endless madness, but through something stranger.
Through darkness.
Through silence.
Until at last, he arrived in a world utterly unlike the war-torn Imperium.
A world where magic, not psychic discipline, shaped reality.
A world known as—
The world of Harry Potter.