The Serpent’s Heir

It came while he was sleeping.

Not a dream.

Not a vision.

A command.

"Stand."

Harry bolted upright in bed, gasping.

Draco stirred. "Another one?"

Harry didn't answer.

His hand was glowing again — but this time, the light wasn't green.

It was deep red.

The Burning Voice

It didn't whisper like Selene's had.

This voice crackled, broke through the silence like flame through parchment.

"She kept me caged.""You opened her memory. Now open mine."

"Say my name."

Harry stood. Dizzy. Burning.

He looked down at his mark — and saw it splitting.

A second line was forming beneath it.

The Unreadable Name

In the library, Rowan met him with a sketch.

The original Vale crest — two serpents, mirrored, coiled in opposite directions.

"Selene was the Keeper," she said. "Kaelen was the Flame."

Harry rubbed his temples. "Why does he want out?"

Rowan didn't flinch.

"Because he didn't want to seal the door.He wanted to become it."

Magical Imbalance

That day, during Potions, Harry felt it happen.

His magic — twisted.

Instead of calming the mix, his spell boiled the cauldron. It warped glass.

And when Snape tried to contain it, his wand cracked at the base.

Snape stared at Harry, not with anger — with recognition.

"You've heard him."

Harry nodded.

Snape turned, robes snapping behind him.

"Then we're almost out of time."

Final Scene – The Door Reacts

That night, Harry returned to the corridor where the door slept.

This time, it didn't wait.

It spoke first.

But not in Selene's voice.

"You carry both.""But only one will survive."

"Say his name, Heir.Or he'll say it through you."

Harry backed away.

But the mark flared. His mouth began to open.

And a name, ancient and burning, rose in his throat—

"Kael—"

Blackout.