In the deepest wing of Gringotts, beyond vaults of goblins and giants, deeper even than the resting place of the Philosopher's Stone…
there lies a door no one had opened in centuries.
It was made of dragonbone, moondust, and the breath of a dying phoenix.
Carved across its face were a thousand words in a thousand dead tongues—
None of them remembered,
But all of them felt.
This was the Vault of Lost Names.
And today, it opened for Aarav.
The invitation came as a whisper. No owl. No seal. No Ministry witness.
Just a flickering rune carved into Aarav's wand, spelling three words:
"We Remember You."
Wanda noticed it first.
"That's… Wandmaker script," she whispered.
"Older than Ollivander. Older than wandlore itself."
The next night, at the stroke of 11:11, a door appeared beneath Hogwarts—
in the Chamber of Secrets.
And Aarav walked through.
He found himself in a great stone coliseum, lit only by floating fragments of broken wands.
Twelve figures stood in a circle—hooded, ageless, cloaked in memory.
"You are the first mortal to survive Voidfire, Starfire, and Soulroot," the tallest said.
"You have become more than caster…
You are now a bearer of memory."
A thirteenth pedestal stood empty in the center, carved with a phrase:
"Only the Wandless may hold the Wand of All."
One of the hooded figures waved their hand.
A crystal case rose from the ground.
Inside was a wand like none other.
Core: Memory of every spell ever cast.
Wood: Heart of a time-frozen Yggdrasil branch.
Length: Indeterminate — it changed with the bearer's certainty.
It pulsed with untold weight.
"This is the Wand of All," they said.
"It remembers not only magic…
But intention."
SYSTEM MESSAGE:
Artifact Detected: Wand of All (Epoch-Mythic Tier)
Binding Cost: Must willingly forget your own name for one lunar cycle
Effect: Grants access to all known spells across wand history
Side Effect: Wand reflects your soul — unstable minds may fragment
Option: Bind?
→ YES | NO
Aarav stood silent.
"What happens if I forget my name?" he asked.
"You remain," a Wandmaker said, "but you walk the edge of unbecoming."
Aarav placed his hand on the wand.
It burned like memory lost.
He whispered:
"I am not my name.
I am what I've chosen, again and again."
He accepted the cost.
And forgot who he was.
For now.
The wand leapt into his palm.
It didn't glow.
It didn't shimmer.
It remembered.
And through it, Aarav—now nameless—saw every spell.
The first Lumos, whispered under a breath 10,000 years ago.
The first Avada Kedavra, cast with regret instead of hate.
The first Transfiguration, done not for power, but for survival.
SYSTEM UPGRADE:
Bound Artifact: Wand of All
Temporary Effect (Until Lunar Restoration):
— Spell Echo: Cast any known spell once per day without verbal or wand movement
— Ancestral Channel: Access magical memories from ancient casters
— Memory Mirror: Reflect any one spell cast at you per 24 hours
Name Status: Suppressed — Identity Anchored via Crown of Becoming
As Aarav turned to leave, one Wandmaker whispered:
"The wand remembers all spells…
Including those that were never meant to be cast again."
He paused.
"Even those that could end realms."
And the Vault of Lost Names sealed itself behind him.
In the far reaches of the cosmos, in a realm of silence and mirrors, a cloaked figure opened its eyes.
"The Wand of All has chosen.
The final spell is now in reach."
A chessboard formed before them.
Aarav's piece shimmered.
And the figure placed its own —
a black rook carved from voidbone.