Winter draped Hogwarts in a cloak of ice and silence. The vast corridors seemed frozen, suspended in a muted anticipation. Yet, something unspeakable and dark was growing within this castle. Marius Rose moved through these corridors like a shadow animated by a millennial will. Behind his dark eyes lay the soul of the Lord of the Rings, Sauron himself, reincarnated in a human body, still young, but bearing a terrible power.
He was not an ordinary student. Every gesture, every thought of Marius was tinged with the consciousness of a being who had dominated entire kingdoms and whose thirst for power had known no bounds. Here, at Hogwarts, he was only at the beginning of a long and arduous path, but each day brought him closer to the rebirth of his reign.
An extraordinary magic
In the Transfiguration classroom, under the watchful eye of McGonagall, Marius displayed a subtle but undeniable burst of power. He conjured a gleaming silver chalice from a simple toad, the shape forming and refining under his fingers with a precision that no one else could match.
This was not a trivial trick: it was the manifestation of an ancient and powerful magic, a total control over matter, a foretaste of the power that had once made Middle-earth tremble.
Professor McGonagall could only exchange an intrigued glance with her colleagues. She sensed in this student an extraordinary potential, but also a troubling aura, like a latent danger.
Marius showed nothing. He knew that this demonstration was only the surface of a much deeper ocean of power. Within him lay the very essence of domination and corruption, a power that the elves corrupted by Morgoth had once embodied. Here, he was ready to recreate his own legions of shadows, his orcs, preparing the ground for an invisible reign.
The secret experiment: the ritual of darkness
When the corridors had emptied of their laughter and footsteps, Marius locked himself in a dark room in the basement, an ancient abandoned laboratory hidden beneath the castle's foundations. There, by the flickering light of candles, he undertook a ritual that no student would have dared to imagine.
On the stone table lay rare and forbidden ingredients: fragments of black obsidian gathered from forgotten lands, carefully collected basilisk blood, and magical essences extracted from the darkest depths of the Forbidden Forest.
At the center, a cauldron bubbled, swirling with a potion of shifting, almost living reflections. On its lid rested an ancient medallion, engraved with millennial elvish runes, vestiges of a time when primordial magic ruled Middle-earth.
These runes were not decorative: they formed a chant of power, a formula to call upon a force buried in the depths of time.
Marius murmured these incantations in an ancient language, forgotten by all except the corrupted elves and himself. His spirit soared, weaving a link between his current power and the primordial source of his magic.
But an invisible obstacle remained. A barrier he could not yet cross, a limit imposed by his new incarnation, his human flesh.
This frustration only fueled his determination: he had to grow, master all forms of magic at Hogwarts, accumulate knowledge and strength, before he could forge the One Ring. For it was the key to his total domination, an artifact capable of enslaving wills and absorbing all magic.
The patient genius
Marius was not an impulsive tyrant. He was a patient strategist, a genius who knew that the ascent to absolute power required time, cunning, and preparation.
Every class, every parchment consulted, every incantation perfected, served a single purpose: to recreate his empire, here, in this new world.
Dumbledore, though vigilant, perceived only a tiny part of the danger this young man represented. Marius cultivated secrecy like a treasure, and he knew how to be charismatic, even endearing, when it served his purposes.
But in his heart burned the certainty that soon, he would be reborn in his true form, and that none could oppose his reign.
The growing shadow of James Potter
If Marius advanced in the shadows, James Potter, the hero-to-be, grew in the light. Proud, impulsive, endowed with raw but noble magic, James was the very symbol of hope.
Their rivalry continued to grow, each exchanged glance carrying the weight of a coming war. But for Marius, this was not just a student struggle: it was the millennial confrontation between shadow and light, between a dark lord and the future savior.
He used cunning and manipulation, sowing doubt and discord among his classmates, playing with their fears and weaknesses.
James was a bright beacon, but Marius knew that even the strongest light could be smothered by the densest darkness.
The solitude of the Lord
When night fell over Hogwarts, Marius remained alone with his thoughts and dark experiments. The consciousness of being a fallen being, forced to be reborn in a fragile body, weighed heavily on him.
But he also knew that this trial was necessary. He sharpened his mind, strengthened his magic, and prepared the forge of his Ring, the jewel of his future domination.
The day he created it, the world would bend to his will.