Rebirth [WoT reboot]

Nothing concrete, but the WoT reboot is here as promised—a lot late, I know.
Below is just a draft of how and where the story will start. Things can change, so don't take this as permanent, this is what it will mostly look like. Full prologue will be up ASAP.
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Time slows when you are about to die.

He had heard the thought many times. Lived it more than a dozen times too, ever since he had been subjected to the extra tender mercies of his relatives, and then subsequently Lord Voldemort. Once it had become all too real in the Forbidden Forest, when he had decided to surrender to the Dark Lord adn his Death Eaters. Yet, it had nothing on this moment as he stood in the meadows he had been seeing since he had been eleven years old, his hands raised towards the sky as he poured every last bit of his magic into the wards.

Yet, it was all for naught.

Heat blazed across his face as everything around him was atomized down to the last grain of dirt. He felt how each inch of the castle behind him was erased, the screaming of a thousand voices mingling with the sensation of emptiness as he felt them die, their souls forever lost to the void that had descended on their planet. The last vestiges of his life, the ancient bulwark that had stood against countless Muggle and magical battles was destroyed in an eyeblink like a child’s toy, and Harry had been powerless to stop it.

He was the most powerful wizard on the planet, yet that meant nothing in the face of this calamity that had come to prey upon them.

Hogwarts disappeared like it had never been there, even the lingering, ancient magic that flowed through the very land vanishing in the storm of wild, untamed energy and raw destructive force that bore down on th–him.

There was no them now.

His emerald eyes, now lifeless and devoid of the hope and energy that had defined his younger years, stared up at the kaleidoscope of colours bearing down on him, the burnt ground below him disintegrating into chunks—before even that was rendered into nothing but atoms and energy for the entity to feed upon. He felt the energy tug at his wards, destroying the layers of magical protection with just a simple burst of power, and Harry let it.

Contesting with the creature was foolishness, he had come to learn in the last forty minutes. Whatever it was, it was so vastly powerful than them that they might as well be microbes to it, the entity operating on a level that was wholly incomprehensible to them. And it was not just the wizards who had been extinguished by the Creature.

The muggles too had been totally wiped out by now, their great cities reduced to silent, empty husks as the Creature has sucked away their very atmosphere, feeding upon the geothermal energies of the Earth just as it had drained its magical veins. But considering it had been the muggles themselves who had brought the Creature upon them, Harry found himself at least thankful to the entity above for having killed them off.

The moment passed, and time resumed its pace.

He was blasted back from the concussive force that tore up the world around him, and as he tumbled ass over kettle, Harry caught sight of the Forbidden Forest diasppering into the ether, caught up in the otherworldly storm that had descended upon Earth with whatever Creature the muggles had summoned.

Within an eyeblink, Harry felt all life around him vanish. The trees, the animals, and the spare few humans that had survived the initial slew of attacks. And yet, as he flew up into the storm and felt the air leave his lungs in the vacuum while his skin burnt under the intense radiation, Harry’s mind was fixed on only one thing.

Why was he still alive?

“⩹𝖃𝒽⥆𝕲ⶓ𝖈🝧⧺”

“What the…” he trailed off, pressing his hands against his ears even as he felt something alien speak inside his head and all around him at the same time, a hard, loud voice that echoed upon itself and reverberated in his skull with enough force to make his ears bleed.

“⟁̶₳⩤₥🜃≆̴⫯ꓘⶾ𝔱𝖛⧥✣”

The voice repeated, and Harry saw purple fire light up above him in the swirling vortex of the energy and matter, his skin flaking away into nothingness as he felt the pain of his fluids exiting his body finally hit him. Blackness encroached on his vision, and Harry finally felt the last drops of his magic being pulled out of him into the hungering maw above. As he twisted and turned into the celestial storm, Harry felt his limbs disappear, and the pain had reached levels that he couldn’t even feel it anymore.

Or that was probably his spine turning to dust.

His torso gone in the next moment, all Harry saw as he felt consciousness leave him was the sight of his planet disappearing into a stream of crackling violet energy inside the storm, the crushing weight of the raw energy around him making his metaphorical senses scream out in protest, before they too were snuffed out along with the last living wizard and Earth itself.