The Search

The next morning, after a brief breakfast, Cael made his way straight to the library, his mind focused on uncovering the truth about the Potters and what truly happened that infamous night. As he stepped into the vast, echoing halls of the library, Katie Bell's words lingered in his thoughts like an unshakable whisper:

"You should read about the recent history in the Wizarding Tales… about him. About… that night that changed the British wizarding world, especially the pure-blood decline."

Determination sharpened his steps as he weaved through the towering shelves, his eyes scanning the worn spines of ancient tomes until they landed on the section he sought: Wizarding Tales: New Additions.

His fingers brushed along cracked leather bindings, parchment edges curling with age, until they paused on a thick, imposing volume titled:

"The Fall of the Dark Lord: The Night That Changed Everything."

Without hesitation, he pulled the book free, its weight solid and grounding in his hands. He carried it toward the secluded reading tables tucked away in the farthest corner of the library, away from prying eyes and curious students.

Sitting down, Cael opened to the chapter he needed, the pages crackling slightly beneath his fingers. The words leapt off the parchment, familiar yet chilling in their finality:

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The Dark Lord's Defeat – December 9th, 1980

It was on this night that the Wizarding World was forever changed. The Dark Lord—He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named—had long been believed unstoppable. His reign of terror shattered families, silenced resistance, and left hope dwindling with every passing day.

But destiny, as always, intervened.

The target of the Dark Lord's wrath that night was none other than the Potter family—James and Lily Potter, both prominent members of the Order of the Phoenix, famed for defying the Dark Lord on multiple occasions. The Dark Lord hunted them to their hidden refuge in Godric's Hollow, intending to eliminate them—and their infant son, Harry Potter—the child tied to an ancient prophecy.

What transpired that night remains the subject of endless debate and speculation. Yet, witness accounts and magical forensic evidence reveal the following:

A duel broke out inside the Potter residence. James Potter, armed but caught off-guard, attempted to hold off the Dark Lord. Magical residue confirms traces of defensive spells and significant magical discharge within the home. However, unlike most victims… James Potter survived.

Miraculously, it appears the Dark Lord never cast the Killing Curse at James Potter, focusing solely on his true target—the infant child, Harry Potter.

It was Lily Potter, the boy's mother, who intervened. Sacrificing herself willingly, she invoked one of the oldest enchantments known to magic—a mother's love, woven with ancient sacrificial protection.

This singular act altered the course of history.

When the Dark Lord attempted to curse the five-month-old boy, the Killing Curse rebounded upon him, destroying his physical form. His wand shattered. His body vanished. All that remained was ruin… and confusion.

Harry Potter, though scarred by the encounter, survived. Thus, he became known as The Boy Who Lived, the unwitting hero of the Wizarding World, hailed as the extinguisher of evil.

The fate of the Dark Lord remains shrouded in uncertainty. Many believe him to have perished entirely, yet others—including respected figures such as Albus Dumbledore—insist he merely vanished… disembodied, but not truly dead.

That evening marked both tragedy and victory—the loss of Lily Potter, the survival of James Potter, and the miraculous survival of their son. It remains one of the greatest turning points in modern magical history… and a mystery that persists: how did both father and son survive?

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As Cael read those final lines, unease gnawed at his thoughts. Something didn't align. The details contradicted what he remembered from his previous life. In the book, it stated Harry was only one year old not five months old when the attack happened—meaning the incident occurred on 31st of October 1981, not the well-known 1980 at the December , as history claimed in here in the real world .

Confusion deepened, and questions piled in his mind.

If the incident happened so early… there should be clear information about Peter Pettigrew being the traitor, right? Since James new who was the secret keeper 

Driven by suspicion, Cael scoured the text for any mention of Pettigrew, the supposed Secret Keeper who betrayed the Potters. But to his frustration, there was nothing. No reference to Peter Pettigrew. No mention of Sirius Black either. Only vague fragments and missing truths.

The inconsistencies irritated him, stirring a knot of frustration in his chest.

Closing the heavy book with a soft thud, Cael returned it to its shelf, his thoughts spiraling into speculation.

When Potter returns next year… everything will be revealed, Cael thought, his eyes narrowing in quiet resolve. He'll be the center of it all—the heart of every incident, every unraveling mystery. That's my chance… to befriend him… to uncover the truth.

Lost in his thoughts, he walked through the castle corridors, footsteps echoing faintly along the ancient stones. But suddenly—he froze.

Panic flickered across his mind as his body became sluggish, limbs heavy and unresponsive, as though his muscles had been severed from his will. His legs locked in place, his arms limp at his sides. His heart pounded, but his body refused to obey.

A cold dread swept over him as darkness crept across his vision. His sight dimmed, shadows consuming the edges until the world vanished entirely.

What's happening to me?

In his growing fear, there was only one entity he could turn to—the System.

"Hey… System… what's happening to me? Why can't I control my body? Why… why can't I see?" Cael's voice was desperate now, his words trembling as his consciousness began to fade.

The System's voice replied, calm yet urgent in his mind:

"Host, you are being ambushed by…"

But the voice was cut short.

Darkness swallowed him whole.

And everything went silent.