The story takes place one winter a hundred years later.
A prophecy made this newborn boy shoulder the destiny of saving the wizarding world.
"Your child returns to the past at the age of 11 to save the ancient bloodline."
"Everything will be restored to light."
That would be the highest honor of the Ofer family - and you, Moya Ofer
You will face two choices at the intersection, the former will put you in a desperate situation, and the latter will take you to enjoy the glory.
My dear, what will you choose?
"A Malfoy, a recognized person, will do whatever it takes to get it."
"Moya Ofer—you know I don't like waiting."
Okay, okay, Your Highness.
Maybe you'd like to... Give me a kiss?
"Everything belongs to Rowling."
Concept: HP fanfic, original story, plot changes, unpredictable direction.