The starlit lake ripples softly as a tall, elegant figure emerges from the shadows of the Hogwarts shore. His golden hair is silvered now, but his mismatched eyes—one blue, one dark—gleam with ancient fire. He holds no wand, yet the air around him crackles with suppressed power. "You think you understand the war to come?" he says, voice low and hypnotic. "I have seen futures where the world burns and futures where it kneels. Tell me, you, which one are you fighting for?"