Harry leaned over the floor painstakingly carving runes, the large array stretched all over the room, not a single mistake could be tolerated, too many lives were sacrificed to reach this moment.
Wiping the sweat off his brow harry carved the last rune, Laguz, the rune of formlessness, chaos and the unknown. Admiring his work for just a moment Harry stepped into the middle of the array, they were close, he could hear the hurried footsteps outside the door.
If it went according to the plan he should be able to fix this, kill the cooperate from its root.
placing the time turner on the stool before him, Harry started to gather his magic, the bottomless pit of power that was his magic answered with ease rolling into his limbs and into the array, the buzz of power was almost unbearable, the glowing runes almost blinding, but he could still see the magically reinforced door turning to dust.
"Potter!", cried the man before him, he wore full tactical gear, including a gas mask, in his hand, he held one of the notorious Magitech casting pointers, one shaped like a gun and humming with the magic it absorbed from the room.
"you are too late Dudley, you guys lost this time", unleashing the rest of his magic into the room.
"damn you, Potter!", Dudley raised his MCP, the rest of his unit collapsed from the magical pressure in the air, before he could cast his spell though, the MCP exploded in his hand, overloaded.
"this is not over Potter! Don't think it will be over even if you succeeded", Dudley called, an ugly expression on his face as he clutched his dismembered hand trying to stop the bleeding, "you won the battle but not the war!".
Harry couldn't stop his hate for his cousin show on his face but he didn't answer his cousin's retort.
" Redi intercidet tempore!", And the whole room went up in flames.
A/N: this is just a quick prologue I wrote to remember my idea.