A flash of green light, a baby's cry, and then silence. Instead of being left on the doorstep of Privet Drive, baby Harry Potter is swept away by the residual magic of his mother's sacrifice, carried through the veil of time. He lands in a dense, misty forest in the heart of medieval Britain.
Morgana Le Fay, powerful sorceress and mistress of Avalon, wanders through the woods in search of rare herbs for her potions. Her sharp eyes catch a faint shimmer of magic, leading her to a crying infant wrapped in a blanket. Intrigued, she lifts the child and feels the powerful magic coursing through him.
"Who are you, little one?" she whispers, her cold demeanor softening as she cradles the baby. "Fate must have brought you to me."
Naming him Hadrian, Morgana raises Harry in her mystical sanctuary. She teaches him ancient magic, the art of deception, and the strength of will. Over the years, Harry becomes fiercely loyal to Morgana, viewing her as the only mother he has ever known.
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ sʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ, ʙᴏᴛʜ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀᴘsɪɴɢ, ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ.
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She could see every detail of his gorgeous green eyes. "You are something else Care. And I'm curious about you. How did you messed your soul up this much? How did you broke your soul?" he whispered in her ear. Shivers run through her body. His cold hands were touching her. She was disgusted by this man, but hey, she wasn't doing anything. She was curious about him too. She wanted to understand why this man was interested in him. She had curiosity growing in her.