Hadrian Peverell: High Lord of Skagos

Chapter 8: The Passage of Time

Time was a curious thing for Harry Potter. As the years stretched into decades and the decades into centuries, he had come to terms with an unsettling truth—he was no longer bound by the usual constraints of time or age. His body, still youthful and strong, bore no marks of the years that had passed. While the world outside continued its march forward, with both magical and Muggle societies advancing in ways that would have once surprised him, Harry remained an eternal constant, unchanged, and ageless.

His hair, still jet black and unruly, showed no signs of graying. His green eyes, behind glasses, retained their youthful brightness. Yet the weight of knowledge, the years of study, the solitude of existence, had left an invisible mark on him. With time, Harry had learned to accept the immortality that had been thrust upon him by the Hallows—the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Cloak of Invisibility. No matter how many times he discarded or destroyed them, the wand and stone returned, slipping back into his possession as if they were destined to stay with him for eternity.

In the end, Harry had stopped fighting their return. He had come to realize that they were not curses, but rather tools—tools he could wield with the wisdom gained from centuries of experience.

It was in Gryffindor Castle, his chosen residence, that he truly began to master the magic these artifacts represented. Over the years, Harry had transformed the castle into his personal sanctuary, a place where he could delve into old and obscure magic that had been forgotten by most wizards. The libraries within the castle, filled with books from the Gryffindor, Peverell, Potter, Black, and Slytherin lines, held secrets and knowledge that even the most brilliant wizards of the modern era had never encountered.

One of the most significant discoveries he had made was in the art of staff-making, a craft long lost to time. The idea of crafting a wizarding staff was something ancient, forgotten by the current generation of witches and wizards, but still revered in the pages of history. It was said that Merlin himself had wielded such a staff, shaping it with his own hands to be an extension of his magic. Harry, with the knowledge of his ancestors and his experience with the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone, decided to forge his own.

Using the Elder Wand as the base, Harry worked the stone into its construction, molding the two Hallows together into something new. The staff, once completed, was a marvel—sleek, dark, and deceptively simple in design. It had the power to change its shape depending on Harry's will; it could appear as a long, ornate cane, a stout bo staff, or even the traditional wizard's staff, depending on what he desired at the moment. When not in use, the staff could disappear entirely, only to reappear in his hand when summoned.

What made the staff truly remarkable, however, was the way it amplified Harry's power. The Elder Wand, already the most powerful wand in existence, merged with the Resurrection Stone, allowed Harry to channel not only his own magic but also the energies of life and death. It was an unsettling feeling at first—the sensation of being connected to forces far older and more primal than anything he had known—but as the years passed, Harry learned to control it. He had, after all, come to accept that the Hallows were his companions in eternity.

As Harry's understanding of magic deepened, so too did his exploration of the world.

From the shamans of Africa, Harry learned how to coax plants into maturity in mere minutes. It was a simple, beautiful form of magic, one that required only a deep connection to the earth. With a wave of his hand, he could make a sapling grow into a towering tree, its roots stretching deep into the soil as if decades had passed. In his own gardens at Gryffindor Castle, Harry practiced this magic, creating lush, sprawling groves that rivaled the Forbidden Forest in their density and vibrancy.