Location: The Forbidden Edges of Time – Realm of the Fractured Echo
There are names lost to history.
There are children never meant to exist.
But magic, time, and love do not follow laws. They follow need.
And so, in a lonely corner of the multiverse, forged in the backlash of the Eternal Nemesis's defeat, she was born.
The daughter not of blood, but of sacrifice.
Her name: Liana Potter-Romanova.
Child of Harry Potter.
Daughter of Natasha Romanoff.
Forged from a convergence of phoenix fire, shadowcraft, and lost fate.
The Vanishing
Liana had vanished at the age of seventeen.
Not from fear.
Not from danger.
But from purpose.
One day, she had awoken with a message scrawled across her mirror in flame-born script:
"The Hallows are cracking. The Veil breathes lies.
You must walk the roads your father could not."
And so she walked through the Fractured Echo—a realm where forgotten realities bled into one another, where variant timelines echoed endlessly.
In these broken places, she saw what could have been:
A Harry who chose vengeance and ruled as a dark god.
A Hermione who became Empress of Magic and enslaved time.
A Voldemort who became the Phoenix and burned the stars in judgment.
And worst of all…
She saw herself—in one mirror—wearing black robes, Death's Scythe in hand, and Camelot crumbled beneath her boots.
That vision haunted her for years.
Until she found what she had been searching for.
The Cradle of Hallows
Deep within the shattered remains of Reality-Null, Liana found the Cradle of Hallows—a vault of forbidden truth buried beneath the roots of Yggdrasil's dying twin.
There, the three Deathly Hallows slept.
But something had gone wrong.
The Elder Wand pulsed with chaotic rage.
The Resurrection Stone wept the names of a thousand betrayed souls.
The Cloak of Invisibility had vanished—taken by a Forsaken Child of Time.
And in the center of the vault, imprisoned in a cage of paradox and phoenix feathers…
The First Hallow-Bearer.
He had no name, only scars. And when he looked up at Liana, his voice was cracked and broken:
"You… are his child. And so you will choose.
To fix what your father could not…
Or to become the ending he feared."
Liana reached forward.
Her hand touched the Elder Wand.
It shattered—splintering into flames and stars—and a new wand formed from the ashes.
Hers. Not Harry's.
And in that moment, she understood.
This was not her father's war.
It was hers.
Return to New Earth
When Liana returned through the Veil of Stars, she was older.
Wiser.
Her hair carried streaks of phoenix fire, her eyes burned like midnight sun, and her aura pulsed with echoes of every variant she had faced and defeated.
She arrived at New Hogwarts not in silence—but in storm.
The sky cracked open, and the students gathered below gasped as she descended like a comet.
And at the gates, Harry stood.
He had known.
He had always known.
She approached him and bowed—not in deference, but in honor.
"I found what you feared."
Harry's voice was soft. "And?"
"The Hallows are calling the Forsaken back.
The ones who were never chosen.
They want the power you denied them."
Harry nodded, gaze heavy. "Then we begin again."
The Two Guardians
That night, father and daughter stood beneath the stars—wands in hand, past and future bound in shared flame.
The wind whispered one word across all of Camelot:
"War."