Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión)-Chapter 190: FINAL

N/A: Every story has its moment, its purpose, and its end. And the time has come to close this Chapter in order to begin a new one. At some point, the adventures of Stephen, Harry, Wanda, Natasha, Tony, Loki, and the Flamel siblings no longer need to continue—they have fulfilled their role, they have left their mark.

I know that at certain times, the story became chaotic, and not everyone liked it. But it was my first work, a learning experience, a journey. I hope that, despite its imperfections, I was able to convey something special.

Today I close this book with satisfaction, even if the ending is a bit rushed. It's not perfect, but it's mine, and it brought me joy, challenges, and unforgettable moments. Writing it has been a pleasure, and I hope reading it was too.

Thank you for joining me on this journey.

With nothing more to say, I leave you with the final Chapter.

........

"We are gathered here today to honor the sacred union of marriage between Stephen and Fleur... as well as that of Wanda and Daphne," announced Amelia Bones, the current magical governor of England, with a solemn and warm voice. Her tone conveyed the importance of the moment.

"May the magic that has brought them together guide them on their shared paths, may their lives intertwine with hope, respect, and love."

She paused briefly, smiling tenderly before continuing.

"And with the power vested in me... I now pronounce you husband and wife. And... wife and wife?" she added with a playful, affectionate smile. The audience laughed softly, touched by the emotion.

"You may kiss your partners."

Stephen stepped forward. He wore an elegant robe in deep tones, embroidered with fine golden threads that shimmered under the magical light of the venue. His blond hair seemed to catch the light itself, as if the sun had descended from the heavens to witness this moment. His blue eyes, as deep as a clear sky, shone with magical intensity—but also with pure joy.

He no longer bore the magical seal that had concealed his nature; now, all his splendor, his imposing aura, was on full display.

There was a murmur among the guests. Many were left breathless at the sight. Several witches and wizards tried to etch his smile into their memories, as if it were a treasure capable of lighting their loneliest nights.

But standing before him, Fleur was no less radiant. Her long platinum hair fell in soft waves over an exquisitely cut white robe, ethereal and majestic. She radiated such dazzling beauty that no one dared to say Stephen was the most beautiful of the two. Her happiness surrounded her like a hypnotic aura, which, when mixed with Stephen's, created a scene so sublime that many believed the Moon had just wed the Sun.

Beside them stood Wanda and Daphne. Both wore matching wedding dresses—delicate and enchanting, as if woven from the threads of fate.

Wanda, with her fiery red hair flowing freely, had refused to change the color Daphne had loved since the first time she saw her fighting fiercely alongside Stephen.

Daphne, elegant and poised, had her silvery hair gracefully tied up. The combination of the two was as harmonious as it was mesmerizing.

The four figures at the altar formed an unforgettable tableau. No one knew where to look; eyes bounced from one couple to the other, entranced, as if beauty itself had appeared before them in fourfold form.

It was like witnessing a visual enchantment with no escape.

Then, Stephen gently cupped Fleur's face in his hands and kissed her tenderly—with a love so deep it seemed to stop time.

Beside them, Daphne pulled Wanda close, and their lips met in a sweet kiss, full of eternal promises.

Applause erupted like fireworks, accompanied by cheers and tears. Over a hundred guests, mostly Hogwarts students, clapped with enthusiasm, letting their emotions flow freely.

In the front rows, their closest friends and family watched with full hearts.

Perenelle, overwhelmed with emotion, couldn't hold back her tears, which streamed freely down her cheeks. Beside her, Nicolas Flamel gently patted her back, also holding back his own emotion.

Farther back, Harry and Hermione avoided making eye contact. Every time they tried, they both turned completely red, as if something unspoken lingered between them.

Tony and Loki, seated behind them, didn't waste the chance to tease, exchanging knowing glances and quiet comments.

Sirius, for his part, had his eyes lost on Natasha, who was elegantly ignoring him.

There was a silent sadness in his gaze, a nostalgia no one dared to name.

And though no one asked, it was clear to everyone that once they got home, he was going to be punished.

Some might say he deserved it for his history as a troublemaking student...

But others, seeing Natasha's smile when he behaved well, might envy him so much they wouldn't mind taking a few hits just to be him.

That day, love had triumphed.

The Sun and the Moon, the Fury and the Charm, had come together.

And the magic of love—the kind no spell can create—had conquered all.

.........

"And what's wrong with you two?" asked Stephen, holding a glass of wine as he approached his younger siblings, who looked like they were suffering from an emotional spontaneous combustion. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Nothing," said Harry way too quickly, as red as a Gryffindor robe, while Hermione tried to hide inside her wine glass with a long, desperate sip.

Without a word, Tony lifted his MagicPhone with a teasing grin and played a video he already had prepared. In the recording, Harry and Hermione could be seen during the ceremony.

"How beautiful... can you imagine a wedding like that?" said Hermione with a dreamy smile as she watched the couple at the altar.

"When we get married, I'll make our wedding even more magnificent," replied Harry with all the confidence of a war hero... right before his soul froze as he realized what he had just said.

Both of them froze, eyes wide like saucers, then slowly turned to look at each other, only to immediately look away in opposite directions with a synchronization worthy of a ballet performance.

Stephen let out a laugh as he watched the video with mischief.

"So better than my wedding, huh? I want to see that..." he said with a sly smile, giving them a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"Shut up!" Harry muttered, sinking into his glass.

Stephen turned toward another corner of the room.

"And what's up with puppy over there?" he asked, pointing at Sirius, who kept casting melancholic, pleading looks at Natasha, who was ignoring him with the lethal elegance of a professional assassin.

"Exactly the same thing..." chimed in Tony without missing a beat. "Except Natasha expresses her embarrassment in a more... interesting way."

As if she had heard him from across the room, Natasha turned her head and gave him a glare that could've melted adamantium.

"Ahem... I think Grandma's calling me," said Tony before vanishing behind a column as if fleeing from a bomb.

At that moment, Perenelle appeared like a vengeful granny, firmly holding Fleur and Daphne by the arms as if they might escape. Wanda was bouncing cheerfully behind her.

"Grandma, it's fine. I don't think they'll run now," commented Stephen, smiling at his wife and sister-in-law.

"Nonsense. You two are idiots. Someone has to look after my daughters-in-law," Perenelle replied without letting go of the girls. "Listen to me, you two," she said, looking at Fleur and Daphne with mock seriousness, "if these two fools do anything wrong, come to me. I'll beat them up and then turn them into talking frogs."

"Absolutely!" both replied, laughing.

"And what about us?" protested Wanda with a pout, hugging her grandma's arm and shaking it with dramatic flair.

Perenelle was about to say something, but upon seeing her granddaughter's face, she sighed, gave up... and pulled her into a tight hug. She also grabbed Stephen, dragging him in with superior grandma strength.

"I'm happy you've all found someone to share your lives with... I just want you to be happy," she whispered lovingly, before adding in a quiet but clearly audible voice, "But if you give me great-grandchildren, I'll be even happier."

"Of course!" said Wanda with a radiant smile. Thankfully, Daphne was busy chatting with Fleur and didn't hear her.

"I... will say nothing about that," murmured Stephen, taking a long sip from his wine glass, trying to look elegant... and failing miserably.

.......

"So why are we here? The party's still going!" said Wanda, visibly annoyed, as all the Flamel siblings gathered in one of the hidden labs beneath Flamel Island.

"This better be important," added Stephen, arms crossed.

"You're in such a hurry... You've got all night. Oh, I get it... you're more worried about the wedding night," joked Tony with a raised eyebrow.

"Obviously," Stephen and Wanda said in unison, completely unfazed by the tease.

"...You two are weird. Alright, follow me," Tony sighed, resigned that his joke had flopped.

They walked together to a large room where an imposing machine awaited them — one they all knew well: the multiversal portal.

"I did it," said Tony as soon as they entered, a proud smile on his face.

Everyone looked at him in confusion.

"Did what?" asked Harry, puzzled.

But one by one, the others opened their eyes wide in surprise as they realized what Tony meant.

"Wait... are you serious?" said Loki, quickly approaching the machine.

"I'm always serious," Tony replied with a confident smile.

"Liar," Wanda murmured instinctively.

"So, with this machine, we can go back now?" asked Natasha with a distant, almost nostalgic look.

"Exactly, my dear sister," Tony nodded solemnly.

Harry, upon hearing this, lowered his gaze for a moment. He remembered clearly what his siblings had told him about their origin, the world they came from, and why they built this machine. Finally, he looked up.

"Do you want to go back?"

"Not at all," said Stephen without hesitation, with the calm of someone being asked if they were hungry.

"Nope. Why go back? Daphne's here," said Wanda with a serene smile.

"I'm fine... Though I'd like to know how the others are doing... I don't think I need to anymore," added Natasha, glancing at a strange bracelet on her wrist. A family heirloom. A gift.

Loki stared at the machine in silence, then looked back down the hallway they came from. The party music could still be heard in the distance... and Astoria Greengrass was waiting for him. Ever since he joined Slytherin, she had become his constant companion, his confidant. And now...

"I'd like to surprise Thor, but... it doesn't matter anymore," he finally said, with a strange peace in his voice. As if releasing a weight he had carried all his life. For the first time, he smiled.

Then everyone looked at Tony. His face had a hard-to-read expression.

"Let me ask you something," he said suddenly. "Do you think Pepper found someone better? I mean... I wasn't the best husband and you all know how I was. Tony Stark died. Showing up in her life out of nowhere... I don't know if that would be a blessing."

Stephen stepped forward.

"I'm sure Pepper could find someone better without any trouble. But I'm also sure she was happy with you... and that she'd be glad to see you alive."

"I just... want to see my daughter. I don't want her to grow up without her father..." Tony added, lowering his gaze. "But here... it's been 14 years since we were reborn. Our timeline..."

Everyone knew what that meant. That everything might have changed.

"Tony," said Wanda, cutting him off and gripping his hand tightly. "Pepper loved you. And if we have to become enemies of all the Avengers so you can be with her, we will. We're your family."

She looked at him intently.

"And I'm sure Pepper would be happy to have a Tony who's forty years younger. Though I'd wait until you're of legal age before trying anything, just saying," she added with a teasing smile.

Everyone shook their heads at her comment, but Tony couldn't help but laugh.

"You're right... But I'm only twenty years younger, not forty."

"Yeah, sure..." Loki muttered sarcastically.

"So then...

"Um... can I say something?" Harry interrupted, drawing everyone's attention.

"Why are you acting like this is a goodbye? Isn't this machine supposed to allow round trips? Why not just bring your wife and daughter here? They could even visit their friends, like a vacation or something."

"True..." Stephen said with a smile.

"Idiots," grumbled Loki as he turned away. "You got me hooked on your sappy emotional drama. I'm leaving with Astoria."

And he walked out of the lab.

"Well then, the battle against the Avengers to kidnap Tony Stark's wife and daughter is officially on hold. At least for a week. I'm going on my honeymoon," Stephen said, walking out casually.

"Idiot!" Wanda shouted as she ran after him.

"Enjoy the party and dress nicely. Next week, we're all going to visit our old friends. I wonder what faces they'll make," Natasha added before disappearing through the door.

Harry shrugged, gave Tony one last look, and also walked out without hurry.

Tony was left alone, in silence.

He sighed in resignation.

"Damn... Having siblings is exhausting," he murmured, though a genuine smile appeared on his face.

He looked at the machine.

"I'll prepare everything for next week... I wonder if Morgan would like to be a witch," he said as he walked toward the exit.

And just before crossing the door, he stopped.

"I need to prepare rejuvenation potions for Pepper... Otherwise, she won't be able to keep up with me." And he laughed like he hadn't in a long time.

.........

Many years later.

"It's sweet how they always find any excuse to get together, right?" Pepper said as she sat with the Flamel family wives... and Sirius, who technically wasn't a wife but was still there, sitting in a corner chatting with Nicolas like two wise old mountain men.

"I don't know why he doesn't just say he wants to see his brothers," Fleur said with a giggle, shaking her head at her husband Stephen, who had been saying for two days it was "an interdimensional strategic meeting."

"They're all like that. Even Loki tries to keep up that cold and imposing Norse god act... but the second the phone rings, he's the first one to show up with a new hairstyle and freshly ironed cape," Astoria added calmly as she sipped her drink.

"By the way... is it okay that we're not watching the kids? I'm sure they're going to blow something up. Last time, a couch disappeared and a baby dragon appeared in its place," Hermione said with concern, glancing out the window just in case there was smoke.

"Relax. It's impossible for any of them to get hurt in this mansion," Daphne said with a carefree smile as she poured herself another cup of tea.

"And besides, Stephen's there. He's probably already caught them with a bubble spell or sent them to a punishment dimension with magical homework," Fleur added confidently.

"The one with eternal assignments?" asked Pepper.

"That's the one. Scorpius still twitches when he hears the word essay."

"Hey, they're not that naughty. Just... creative. And with more energy than a hippogriff on caffeine," Sirius said, shrugging.

"'Creative,' he says... Last time Sunny convinced Canis to dig a tunnel to trap Loki with a glow-in-the-dark paint trap," Natasha commented, raising an eyebrow as she sat elegantly beside them—having snuck out of her brothers' silly meeting.

"And it worked!" Sirius shouted from his seat proudly, earning a death glare from his wife. "I mean... of course, I don't approve of that kind of irresponsible behavior."

"This family is definitely an adorable mess," Hermione said.

"Explosive, but adorable," Daphne corrected as a soft explosion was heard in the background, followed by a child's voice shouting:

"That wasn't the right potion, dummy!"

"See? They've started," Fleur said without even moving from her seat.

"Five more seconds and Stephen will be there," Astoria said, checking her watch.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."

"It's Uncle Stephen, run!" was heard, followed by all kinds of noises.

"There he is," Astoria said with a smile.

"At this rate, we should have these gatherings more often. It's like a live show... with a fire hazard," Pepper concluded with a smile.

And so, while the children nearly caused another minor apocalypse in the west wing of the mansion, the wives—and Sirius—enjoyed a quiet afternoon, as if it were perfectly normal.

Because, well... in the Flamel family, it was.

......

THE END.

Author's Note:

We've reached the end, but not a final goodbye!

Thank you for following this story, for laughing, suffering, debating, and dreaming with me through every Chapter. It makes me incredibly happy to have readers like you, who've stayed until the very last moment.

This adventure ends here, but new stories are on the horizon. If you want to keep exploring fantastic worlds, I invite you to read my other works... and the next project, which is currently just a sketch waiting to come to life!

So this isn't a farewell, but a "see you in the next story."

Thank you for being here and making this journey unforgettable!