Harry Potter always knew he was different—but not even Dumbledore could have predicted just how different he would become.
It started the summer after his fourth year at Hogwarts, weeks after the Triwizard Tournament and the traumatic return of Lord Voldemort. Harry, restless and sleepless, wandered the small confines of his room at Privet Drive. The Ministry refused to believe Voldemort had returned. Dumbledore had grown more distant. Even Sirius, for all his care, was trapped at Grimmauld Place.
Harry needed something—anything—to give him control.
Then, on the night of July 14th, it came.
A letter arrived—not by owl, but by a small silver drone that hovered outside his window. It bore the insignia of a lightning bolt entwined with a rune Harry didn't recognize. Curious and reckless, he let it in.
The parchment inside read:
"Harry James Potter,
The world is changing. Magic alone will not be enough. You have been chosen to carry the Arcane Intelligence—prototype one. Do not fear it. Embrace evolution."
Before Harry could react, the drone emitted a faint pulse of light—and then darkness.