Dumbledore stood up, his movements fluid and devoid of the creaky, aged stiffness he'd carried for years. He held his right hand up to his face, flexing his fingers. The charred, blackened skin had been replaced by healthy, unblemished flesh. The ring's curse, which had been a slow-acting death sentence, was simply gone.
"This is... impossible," Dumbledore murmured, his voice now deep and resonant. He looked at Ethan with a mix of suspicion and sheer wonder. "Not even Phoenix tears could have purged that curse so thoroughly. Who are you? I'm quite certain I haven't met a wizard of your... unique flavor before."
"Ethan Williams," Ethan said, "And that little drink cost me more than you're worth, Albus. So do me a favorādon't go looking for any more cursed jewelry. I'm not made of points."
"Points?" Dumbledore blinked, then shook his head. "You've ruined a very carefully constructed plan, Mr. Williams"
"I know you had a whole 'heroic sacrifice' plan lined up," Ethan continued, walking to the edge of the tower and looking down at the flashes of light in the courtyard below. "Snape is currently flying away thinking he's the world's most hated man, and Draco is traumatized for life. Sorry for ruining the drama, but the world needs a living Albus Dumbledore more than it needs a martyr."
Dumbledore sighed, a soft, weary sound that nonetheless carried a new weight. "The path I chose was meant to protect many secrets, and many souls. By surviving, the Elder Wand remains mineāand its power remains active. Voldemort will not stop until he has it. You have placed a very large target on my back, and an even larger one on yours."
"I'm used to being a target," Ethan shrugged. "Besides, I don't like the way the next year was supposed to play out. Hiding in a tent for months? Eating wild mushrooms and listening to the radio? Not my style."
Ethan flicked his eyes toward the corner of the rampart. "And you. Harry. Take the blanket off. You're hyperventilating so loud the Death Eaters in the Great Hall can probably hear you."
The air shimmered as Harry Potter pulled off the Invisibility Cloak. He looked like he'd aged five years in ten minutes.
"Professor? You're... you're okay?" Harry whispered, stumbling toward Dumbledore.
"I am more than okay, Harry," Dumbledore said, his voice warm and steady. He stepped forward and placed his healed hand on Harry's shoulder. "Thanks to our unexpected guest here."
Harry turned his gaze to Ethan, his eyes filled with suspicion, relief, and utter confusion. "Who are you? How did you do that? You didn't even use a wand... you just... the Carrows... the shield... I've never seen anything like it."
"Is it really time for such silly questions?" Ethan said, sighing at the dramatic pause. "The castle is under attack, Death Eaters are running through the halls, and if we don't move right now, Bill Weasley is about to have a very permanent encounter with a werewolf's dental records."
Dumbledore's expression hardened. He didn't offer a dramatic speech or a grandfatherly smile. He simply drew his wand, the air around him suddenly heavy with crushing magical pressure.
"Stay close to Mr. Williams, Harry," Dumbledore ordered. With a loud crack, he Apparated straight into the battle below.
Ethan rolled his eyes. "Always has to make an exit." He spun his fingers, opening a golden portal that looked down into the chaotic, spell-lit corridors of Hogwarts. "Come on, kid. We've got work to do."
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Harry didn't hesitate. He pulled his wand tight and stepped through the golden sparks right behind Ethan.
They emerged on the seventh-floor corridor. The air was thick with stone dust and the sharp smell of sulfur. Spells were flying in every directionājets of red, green, and purple light ricocheting off the ancient armor and stone pillars. Remus Lupin, Tonks, and Bill Weasley were pinned down behind a collapsed statue, trading heavy fire with Thorfinn Rowle and Yaxley.
"Stupefy!" Harry yelled the second his boots hit the floor, sending a red bolt past Rowle's head.
Rowle spun, his brutish face twisting in rage. He leveled his wand at Harry, but before he could cast, Ethan stepped into his line of sight.
Ethan didn't use an incantation. He tapped into the Dumbledore template, channeling raw Transfiguration through his bare hands. The stone floor beneath Rowle's feet suddenly liquified into a pit of thick, churning mud. Rowle sank to his knees with a shout, his next curse firing wildly into the ceiling.
Before Yaxley could react to his partner's predicament, a massive suit of armor beside him sprang to life. It swung its heavy iron halberd, smashing the wand right out of Yaxley's hand and pinning him to the wall by his robes.
"What in the hell?" Tonks muttered, lowering her wand slightly as she stared at Ethan.
"Don't stop firing!" Lupin barked, though he was equally distracted by the man in the leather jacket casually neutralizing dark wizards without a wand.
Down the hall, a loud, thunderous crack echoed.
Dumbledore appeared at the top of the marble staircase. The remaining Death Eaters who had been fighting McGonagall and Sprout froze. The sight of the Headmasterāalive, standing tall, with a terrifying, palpable aura of magical pressure rolling off himāshattered whatever nerve they had left.
"Dumbledore!" one of the masked Death Eaters screamed. "He's alive! Run!"
Panic set in. Without Snape to lead them or the Carrows to back them up, the remaining intruders broke rank. They scrambled for the windows and the lower floors, desperate to reach the edge of the Anti-Apparition wards.
Dumbledore raised his wand. He didn't shout. He simply swept it in a wide, fluid arc.
An invisible wave of force swept down the corridor. The fleeing Death Eaters were swept off their feet, thrown against the walls, and bound tightly by thick, conjured ropes. Within seconds, the chaotic skirmish was over. The only sounds left were the groans of the bound Death Eaters and the settling dust.
Harry ran past Ethan, rushing toward Lupin and Tonks. "Are you guys okay? Where's Ron and Hermione?"
"They're fine, Harry. Downstairs with the DA," Lupin said, breathing heavily. He looked up the corridor, his eyes wide. "Albus. Thank god. We saw the Mark over the tower... we thought..."
Dumbledore walked slowly down the hall, surveying the damage. "It was a near thing, Remus. Closer than I care to admit."
Bill Weasley stepped out from behind the rubble, wiping a cut on his forehead. He looked completely fineāno savage werewolf bites, no shredded face. Ethan took mental note of it. Throwing Greyback off the roof had already changed the timeline. Bill was safe.
McGonagall hurried up the stairs, her robes singed. "Albus! What happened? Where is Severus?"
"Severus has fled the castle," Dumbledore said gravely. The Order members exchanged shocked, confused looks. Dumbledore raised a hand to silence the incoming barrage of questions. "There is much to discuss, Minerva. But not here. Secure the prisoners and lock down the castle. Voldemort will know of our victory tonight, and he will not be pleased."
McGonagall nodded sharply, her eyes shifting to Ethan. "And who is this?"
Ethan stood casually near the animated suit of armor, his hands in his pockets. He didn't look like he belonged in a medieval castle, let alone in the middle of a wizarding war.
"This is Ethan Williams," Dumbledore introduced, his tone carrying a note of deep respect that immediately caught the attention of every Order member present. "He is the reason I am standing here tonight."
Lupin, Tonks, and Bill stared at Ethan. Harry just rubbed the back of his neck, still trying to process the glowing shields and portals.
"Nice to meet you all," Ethan said, giving a brief nod. "Now, I don't mean to rush the debriefing, but your Dark Lord is going to realize his assassination plot failed. We need to secure the castle's defenses, figure out where the rest of his soul pieces are, and plan a counter-offensive. I didn't come here to play defense."
Lupin frowned. "Soul pieces?"
Dumbledore's eyes flicked to Ethan. The secret of the Horcruxes was something he had only shared with Harry. The fact that Ethan knew about them proved just how dangerousāand usefulāthis stranger truly was.
"To the Headmaster's office," Dumbledore ordered quietly.
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