Harry Potter Founders Novels & Stories

Small and black and completely ordinary and apparently containing the thing that ended all of this. "What is on it," I said. "Specifically." Soren looked at me. "The founders," Soren said. "Not the operatives, not the government contacts, not the people whose names were in Carla's files. The six individuals who conceived the Purge before it had a name. Who have been funding and directing it from behind every public structure it has ever built." Soren paused. "Three of them are considered public figures. Philanthropists. One runs an international humanitarian organization. One has a seat on a major global health body."

Everyone looked at him. "He wasn't the first Builder." Samuel frowned. "What are you saying?" Gabriel swallowed hard. "The first Builder..." "...was Magnus's son." The chamber shook. The oil lamp flickered. The Vault's voice interrupted. "Correction." Everyone froze. "Founder statement inaccurate." Samuel slowly looked around. "Inaccurate?" The Vault repeated, "Magnus was not the founder." The silence that followed was absolute. Damian frowned. "Then who was?" The oil lamp suddenly flared brighter.

Legacy network dissolving. New architecture deploying. Alexander stood abruptly. “You can’t rebuild something this large without global consequence.” Her father met his gaze steadily. “We accounted for that.” The screen split again. World leaders. Central banks. Agreements signed. All pre authorized. Her breath faltered. “This was planned,” she whispered. “For years,” the Founder confirmed. Alexander stared at the screen. “You used me.” “Yes,” the Founder replied simply. “And now?” Alexander asked coldly. The Founder’s eyes shifted.

"We aren't in a galaxy anymore, Elara. We’re standing inside the Founders' Compiler. This is where they decide what is 'Stable' and what is 'Noise'." The arena was a disc of pure, solidified light floating in a vacuum of infinite potential. There were no walls, no stands, and no gravity—only the Collective Intent of the spectators. And the spectators weren't refugees or travelers. They were the Founders: five ancient, translucent beings who existed as living equations. The Final Opponents: The First-Born The Founders didn't descend; they simply were. They manifested on the ice as a team that mirrored the Feral Six in every physical detail, but their skin was made of the same white-hole light

“No board members. No public meetings. Their website’s a landing page with no bios. Their listed headquarters is a virtual office in Delaware.” Leo didn’t say anything else. He just kept digging. He leaned in closer, tapped a few keys, and frowned even more. “They were founded six months ago. Their main capital came through a firm in D.C. called Cypher Root Ventures.” I made a face. “And that is?” Leo gave a dark little smile. “Bingo. Cypher is a boutique tech fund. Quiet. But I traced their founding capital and registration.” He turned the laptop so I could see.

Another scoffed. More voices followed. Angry. Appalled. Furious. “You think being an illegitimate child makes someone less?” A tall boy in uniform said with a sneer, “Then I guess you must hate the founder of HM too.” My chest clenched, “What?” “You didn’t know?” someone laughed bitterly. “The owner of HM Institute, Jeffrey Hart is an illegitimate child himself. Came from a broken home, mother tossed aside, no inheritance, nothing. He built this place from the ground up, for people like him. For people with talent, not pedigree.”

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

"As long as I'm here, let's see who dares to provoke you. I'll make them go bankrupt!" Harry didn't know Aria had been raised by the Kent family. However, he wouldn't change his attitude even if he did. "Grand Construction Corp. was originally set up as a plaything for Boss. These people from Southbury are seriously bold!" Dark Web Alliance had been formed many years ago. In fact, Marshall was probably still a kid when it was set up. Harry couldn't wrap his head around it. "Why is he so bold?" Reagan couldn't explain the complexities either.

If Sven was willing to confess before being caught, it meant there was still hope for him. "I—I've been working for someone else and passing your information to him," Sven said. "Who?" Henry asked calmly. He had anticipated it but was still curious about the details. "Charlie Drayson, or Charlie the Valor, the founder of the Supreme Defenders!" Sven replied. Henry was taken aback. The Supreme Defenders had a long history. Charlie must have been quite old if he was its founder. Henry wondered if he was still alive. "Why is he doing this?" Henry inquired.

The book I selected was interesting. It said that Ewonmiams was co-founded by several sorcerers centuries ago. It was the first academy of sorcery on the continent and the most powerful one as well. They had invented many potions and poisons, including Udosyn. They also recruited many young werewolves who desired to be witches and wizards. I was a little surprised. I hadn’t realized that had been a thing of the past. I thought wizardry was just a myth. The book said it became something that every single Pack fought for. Anyone who owned the power of the greatest sorcery could be the king of the whole continent.