1 Prologue

I'm the last of my kind. Wandering to search for others like me. Hoping that maybe, just maybe, I'm not alone.

But alas, it seems that I'm the last wizard.

A civilisation dating back to King Arthur's time. Gone. Wizard and witches dropping dead like flies as the magic leylines dried up of magic. Wards that kept us hidden fell and the hunt for those that survive began once more. The Salem witch hunt was akin to bad dream compared to this hellish time.

With weapons the magical world took for granted, they hunted us like wild game. They were much more experienced in war. With those fucking satellites, we stood no chance. Old or young, they did not discriminate. Those that have little magic in their core sacrificed themselves to save the young. But it was all pointless. The magical world was no more. Families of the muggleborns were ostracised from society, with their killings having no merit on the muggle laws. Sympathisers got the same treatment.

But I can't seem to blame them. Humans always feared the unknown and that fear leads to condemnation. They feared that their reign were to end when 'creatures' with abilities that they didn't have were coexisting beside them. So the one in control of the puppet did what they always do; they started a war with us labelled as devil spawns. Just like what the purebloods called us. Mudbloods they said. But none of it matters now.

Time eased the pain.

It faded away the hatred.

But not the sorrow.

As time passed by, allies withered one by one as their magic core depleted. But not me. Why did I not die with them? The Fates were so cruel to me. Death avoided claiming me. Mother magic did not left me.

I took refuge on the last abandoned goblin stronghold. Deep underground where previous goblin warlords hoarded what they pillaged. It is here where I honed my skills, preparing for my last stand that didn't happen. Utilizing dozen of time turners, I delved into the magic arts. I spent all my time honing my magic as a distraction to forget those I failed to protect.

I found ancient books thought to be lost in the goblin vaults. Without the leylines, the vault doors were child's play. Goblin arts kept secret were laid for me to study.

"You know, I never understood why goblins hoarded this stuff." I heard in my head as I read one of the books about goblin protection wards.

"Well they were creatures of war, Sebastian. They saw the belongings of what they defeated as trophies of war." I replied. "And now everything stored in these vaults are mine to hoard."

I found Sebastian in the Headmistress' office in Hogwarts when I raided it. It turned out that under the school were 'magic batteries' that sustained the ward that made Hogwarts unplottable. I found out that it only powered the masking ward. Salazar Slytherin made it so during the witch hunt in the past to keep them from being seen.

Using enchanted trunks, I stored the plants I found in the greenhouses. Seeds, saplings, cuttings, moss, and mushrooms; it didn't matter I took everything that can be cultivated. I took the books from the library and personal libraries of the professors. I found a fully stocked room of potion ingredients for potions taught in Hogwarts. I placed them under stasis and kept them in my trunk along with the brewed potions and best tools and cauldrons. The training dummies used in the DADA class did not escape my clutches. I took everything of use to me; even the basilisk Potter slayed. I saved the Headmistress' office for last. I wanted to retrieve Gryffindor's sword only to find the sorting hat. It looks like a regular dusty old hat now with the magic batteries only powering the masking ward.

-Flashback-

'I hope it works' I said to myself as I placed the sorting hat in my head.

"Hello? Anyone there?" I voiced out to the hat.

.

.

.

I heard a yawn and a voice in my head "Hmmm? What happened? Where's Minerva?" The hat asked but before I answered it read my mind.

"No." The hat said in horror as it saw my memories.

"Yes. I'm the last. Or I believe I am" I said as I searched for the sword. "Where's Gryffindor's sword, hat?" I asked "I have it and contrary to popular belief I have a name." sounding irritated as I called him hat.

"Forgive me. What should I call you then?"

"Call me Sebastian."

-End of flashback-

Time passed by and Sebastian or Seb became my confidant. With my magic keeping him awake, He can confide things he saw from students he sorted and people he talked with over the years. Not that he would tell me their deepest secrets. He guides me from time to time.

Using the owls that the muggles didn't bother with, I told them to deliver my letter to any wizards or witches they can find. None of them returned. I figured, they died looking for one or they were killed.

"Cheer up, Michael! I'm still here aren't I?" Seb said trying to cheer me up.

I smiled "I guess."

"Oi! What's that supposed to mean?" He snapped.

"Nothing, Seb." I chuckled as I walked back to the vault.

...

Centuries of polluting mother earth led to her retaliating in ways that no one imagine. From storms that lasted for months to earthquakes causing tsunami the height of buildings the muggles were so proud of. Nuclear reactors all over the world melting down and no one knew why. Humanity is coming to an end as the fallout made the planet inhabitable.

The planet was dying and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

"So are we going to do it" Seb asked as I shrunk my trunk.

I nodded "Yes. There's nothing left for us here."

I walked into one of vaults in the deepest level of the underground fortress. In it was an archway made of obsidian. Similar to the Veil in the Department of Mysteries, it appeared as a tattered curtain fluttering and swaying slightly.

"Well, on to the next adventure I guess." I said as I walked through archway.