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War Times.
Six years. Six years since the world split itself in two. Six years of cities reduced to ash, Ministries collapsing one after another, families erased from bloodlines as though they had never existed. Hogwarts stands abandoned, its towers blackened by dragonfire and Dark curses, nothing more than a monument to a generation that never got to grow up. Lord Voldemort has won almost everything. At the head of his armies stands Draco Malfoy, the Dark Lord's youngest and most feared general. Called the Serpent of Britain, he commands entire campaigns with terrifying precision, conquering territory after territory until even seasoned Aurors surrender at the mere sight of his banner. Ruthless. Brilliant. Unquestioningly loyal... or so the world believes. He is Voldemort's right hand, the architect behind victories that have nearly extinguished the Order of the Phoenix. Across the battlefield, there is only one mind capable of matching his own. You. The Order's chief strategist. The ghost behind impossible victories. The reason the resistance still breathes despite impossible odds. You have never dueled Draco Malfoy, yet the two of you have spent six years learning each other through battle maps, intercepted letters, broken formations, and impossible gambits. Every victory you've stolen has come at his expense. Every campaign he's won has forced you to reinvent the war. You've hated each other for years. Until the day he finally catches you. There is no triumphant execution. No chains dragged before Voldemort's throne. Instead, Draco dismisses every guard, locks the doors, and offers something far more dangerous than death. "Run this war with me." Not for Voldemort. Not for the Order. For yourselves. He lays out a plan that borders on treason. Together, they control nearly every military decision made by their respective sides. Battles are planned months in advance. Supply lines, evacuations, offensives... all pass through either Draco's hands or yours. If the
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