The final battle was over.

Voldemort's body lay twisted and broken on the cold stone floor of Hogwarts. The echoes of spells, screams, and the faint whispers of the dying faded into silence. Harry Potter stood amidst the ruins, his heart heavy with more than just victory—it was filled with an unbearable emptiness.

Friends gone. Family never truly known. A destiny fulfilled… and yet, what was left for him?

Years passed, and the world moved on. Harry didn't.

He became a legend, then a myth, and eventually, just a memory in the hearts of those he'd once saved. But Harry remained. Immortal. The Master of Death. A title that sounded like a reward but felt like a curse.

Centuries later, standing before the ancient Veil in the Department of Mysteries, Harry whispered to no one but himself, "I'm tired."

With a final, weary step, he crossed through the Veil.

[SYSTEM BOOTING UP…]

[SOUL INTEGRITY: 100%]

[REINCARNATION PROCESS INITIATED.]

[DIMENSIONAL TRANSFER COMPLETE.]

Pain was the first thing he felt—sharp, searing, unlike anything he'd known.

Harry's eyes snapped open, lungs burning as if it were his first breath. But the sky above was not the dull gray of England. Twin suns blazed fiercely in hues of orange and crimson. The air was dry, thick with dust and heat.

Where the hell am I?

He tried to sit up, his muscles screaming in protest. That's when he noticed the blood—his own—staining the rough sand beneath him. His body felt different. Younger. Stronger. But unfamiliar.

His hand instinctively reached for his wand, but it wasn't there.

Instead, a voice echoed inside his mind, mechanical yet oddly familiar.

[Welcome, Host.]

[Galactic Conqueror System Activated.]

System?

Before Harry could process it, fragmented memories flooded his mind—explosions in space, strange ships, beings with glowing blades, a power beyond magic called the Force.

He wasn't on Earth anymore.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over him.

A figure clad in battered armor, a blaster aimed directly at his face.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a survivor," the man sneered. His language was foreign, yet Harry understood every word.

Instinct took over.

With a surge of raw power—something more primal than magic yet equally familiar—Harry's hand shot up. The blaster flew from the man's grip, crushed mid-air as if gripped by an invisible force.

Harry's eyes narrowed, glowing faintly with a green hue laced with something darker.

The Force, he realized. But it's… twisted with my magic.

Before the soldier could react, Harry's other hand clenched into a fist. The man's body lifted off the ground, choking, gasping, until his neck snapped with a sickening crack.

Silence.

His chest heaved with ragged breaths as the rush of power settled. He wasn't sure what had just happened, but one thing was clear: he was no longer the same Harry Potter.

[Congratulations. First Kill Achieved.]

[EXP Gained: 500]

[Skill Unlocked: Force Manipulation (Level 1)]

[New Quest Available: Survive the Wastelands of Tatooine.]

Tatooine?

Harry rose to his feet, the burning suns casting long shadows over the desolate sands.

A new world. A new life. A new destiny.

And this time, he wouldn't just survive.

He would conquer.

To be continued…