The White King
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Last published Sat, Jun 28, 2025
The background is a half-lit chessboard stretching into fog. In the foreground, a toppled white king chess piece lies cracked in two, bleeding faint silvery magic into the marble. Behind it looms Hogwarts, not golden and welcoming, but shrouded in twilight mist, with green and silver shadows flickering at its windows.
To the left stands Tom Riddle, elegantly dressed in dark robes, his expression grim, not monstrous, but haunted. His wand is at his side, lowered. His eyes burn not with hatred, but with purpose.
To the right, Harry Potter stands at a crossroads, his face torn between doubt and fury, wearing no house colors. The pendant of the Ouroboros gleams faintly in his palm.
Overhead, an enormous phoenix soars-not radiant, but shadowed-its feathers greyed, its eyes watching like a judge rather than a savior.
Above it all, the tagline:
"Before the Boy Who Lived,
There was the Boy Who Was Used."
⚠️Disclaimer
This is a transformative, non-commercial work of fanfiction based on the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. All canon characters, places, spells, and original intellectual property belong to her and her associated publishers.
This reinterpretation is written for creative exploration and reader enjoyment only. No copyright infringement is intended.
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